Remember we would go outside
And lying to the evening trees.
Remember there were passers by
So quiet we would stood and see.
Remember that abandoned chair
We hung as high as we could climb
Remember how the city was
A sort of system under sky.
Remember how we took our time
Up and down the hills between
Breaking through the pouring rain
To stand and dripping at your feet.
That was another life, it was the garden where it began
Still I get flashbacks now and again, it isn’t on
forever.
Forty years for now we could be gazing at the sky
Small drift between us, a great distance in the eye.
Forty years for now the earth might creek and slow me
down.
I’m tired of all constant running around.
Forty years for now we could be gazing at the sky
Small drift between us, a great distance in the eye.
In forty years the earth may creek and slow right down
again
Tonight, let’s spark a begin in the end,
Let’s light up the end, light up the end,
Keening...*
A reflection of all that was
The bell tolls...
Throughout the perpetual passage of infinity
I was born long ago
My form fashioned from the primordial rock
Storm-winds seared the umbra and my verdant spirit
The essence of an era forged by the elements
And millennia have passed
Frail flesh teems with memories
I watch with spectral eyes
The knowledge mine - and mine alone
Ancient paths that sear the landscape
Ley-lines scouring a wounded earth
Where long-forgotten shades now wander
Beneath the glare of the cold moon
The very soils imbued with a sense of longing
Beneath my tread teem myriad memories
The essence of so much now lost
Entombed in within the catacombs of a history forever buried
Yet I know not what lies ahead
No secrets unearthed from my time in the aether have I
No keys to unlock the myriad entangled strands of what will be
Behind me, a wake of unending despair
Ahead, a formless void as yet unscarred
Drowning in a perpetual fog
What is this torpor that drains me?
I'm terrified of what the future holds
As I cannot control it
And I've done so many, many things that I regret
Many have been those who walked before me*
But few now remain on these blasted paths
Where once we stood and gathered as one
Fragmented now are those of the unbound
We stood and watched as the sky turned to fire
And the sacred hollows of old were sundered
Eclipsed by the dawn of a new era
There is nothing for me now above or below this Earth
For what long ago was held to is no more
A hollow shell, a shattered conceit
Condemning the memories of a thousand generations
To the abyss of the forgotten
My eyes shimmer as they fall upon the ruins
Loss scars my spirit
My vehemence carries on cold, death-charged winds
It burns through me, scars my veins
And wracks the remains of an already tormented spirit
Rage and despair entwine
And a broken man surrenders
I lay and stared as the soils turned to dust
And the last of the stars died
Eclipsed by the dusk of finality
We have stood for centuries*
Sentinels that frame the sky
We have felt the exhalation
Of souls passed under us
We have trembled in the cold winds
That lash the soils of death
We have drawn upon the poisoned strength
Of earth steeped in sorrow
Our limbs have twitched and quivered
To the sound of myriad snapping necks
Our roots remained anchored and unmoved
To the whispers of ending that clamour within
All now is silent and still
Yet resting not are the echoes of the lost
As twilight descends and the murders wheel to roost
The fallen rise again like mist
To drape once more from our arms
Like the rotting sails of a long-abandoned vessel
The scars of time have reaved their pain not
As the land sings its death-song again
We have stood for centuries
Sentinels that frame the sky
We have drawn upon the poisoned strength
Of earth steeped in sorrow
A final threnody for a forlorn convoy
That wanders, lost, in this bleak labyrinth
Condemned to the aether beyond time
Labyrinth of soil, twisting, writhing, ever changing,
All life returns here, Death, decomposition rebirth.
Ancient barrows exhale and beckon with hands of stone,
I move towards the welcoming black,
Allow my being to merge with the earth.
And the soul wanders,
And the soul wanders,
Lost alone yet unafraid,
Alone...
Hollow...
Ashen.
Life promises only death.
And thus I am again sentenced to solitude,
In silent contemplation, a vision framed in grey
Falls upon world-weary eyes and brings torpor.
The years behind left drained and colourless.
I look within to fan the embers,
Charred and enervated beyond recall to flame.
For so long, I have journeyed, one weary step upon another,
The dust of a decade's failures ground underfoot.
And so I fix my gaze to myriad desolation.
The harsh wind punished a frail simulacra
On the precipice of spiritual oblivion,
Without and within only ashes remain.
As the elements now I shall be.
As one with the enduring stone and the onrishing waters of wild rivers.
As one with the burnished hue of the dawn
And the misty closure of the twilit evenfall.
To cross the foils and stygian peatfields.
To stride unfeeling towards the eternal periphery.
These bitter lands have borne witness to so much
That I now embrace within a lonely
And burned-out will.
When only distant memories chime across a spiritual vacuum,
The last vestiges of life long since extinguished.
A dying visage whipped by storms charged with the stench of despair.
The entirety of my essence, the nucleus of my humanity now scoured.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
These ashen waters swallow the grey skies,
In this tumultuous churn I gasp and thrash,
Human driftwood torn and flung,
By the escalating currents of despair,
All encompassing bleakness.
I'm under this sea of sorrow,
I'm under these waves.
I'm under this sea of sorrow,
I'm under these waves.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
The storm breaks, the grim expanse of the sky now reflects the maelstrom,
All pervading grief foaks into the chaos wrought atmosphere.
Shattered and tangled I am,
Wrenched to and fro before finally I am dragged,
Helpless and broken,
Beneath the waves.
Now my struglle ands,
I sink beneath the angry roar,
Surrendered to this unforgiving ocean.
And here, below the frenzy, drowning in solemn grace,
I am at peace.
I'm under this sea of sorrow,
I'm under these waves.
I'm under this sea of sorrow,
I'm under these waves.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
Let these waves take me away,
Let this tide pull me away.
This still iron-hued expanse of nothingness,
Echoes the forceful silence,
Permeates my soul,
I, the only stain on this perfect blank horizon,
And I watched the sun cross the sky
A thousand thousand times,
From within this tomb of earth,
Waiting patiently for the sign,
To be called by those who would summon us forth to wander once more,
Under the waning moon across the bleakness of the fens.
Once, many centuries ago, we were kings,
Of an age now forgotten,
Our dominion absolute,
Our realms bound only by black seas and cliffs of ice.
By sword and fire, blood and honour, we exacted our rule,
Commanding the landscape with dread force, bereft of mercy.
Now, we can hear the calling of desperate souls,
Who have stood and watched these ancient fields raped,
Scars run across what once was ours.
Through the dust of ages, rage stirs us to walk once again.
To stride unbound and unfettered under a shroud of twilight,
Our pales eyes surveying the rotten remnants of a once-proud kingdom,
The winds howl, the trees shiver, the harriers scream.
Illumination wavers in the strengthening grip of dusk*
Darkness summoned something more than dreams and empty promises
Every blade and bole turns towards the fading light
And all freeze to capture this moment in eternal clarity
Around and around the centuries thunder
Revolutions of earth and stone, oceans rise and fall
The waves of life flow high tide and beyond
This crystalline second still warm on the retina of remembrance
Bruised and melancholy is the moment
That stains these skies
Ash will saturate the bones of our footsteps echo
Sandstorm future melts through the half-light tangle
The end retreats ever onwards, suspended in fire
Shadowed by ages, enthroned in forever
This hour, this minute, this second
This very second
Every memory furrows through the folds of time
Shadows aflame with resonance before your eyes
The chaos of life
Calling in the twisting veins
Where lifeblood pumped and the children came to drink
Now blackened and dry
The husk of our existence
Lies parched and cracked on this barren land
Silence
The stillness speaks of nothing
From the blank slate horizon to the ceiling of the sky
Life for life
The cacophony of the carnival forgotten
Only shadows and memories
Lingering in the hands of the earth
Carried on the endless journey of the wind
We call no more
Their mouths are alive with selfish yield
We have no tongue to speak
Drained of being
Once we sheltered in the hollow inside
Now we are spectres
Ghosts of the flood
Some day the rains will come again
So long we have waited
Lost between planes
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual cry
We will dance in the gathering waters
When breath shudders coldly
Through the carcass of our essence
Bringing out throats alive
Drowning stone and dust
We will call again
Call to the eternal, empty skies
Done with the riddle that seem been through my time,
Can’t think of anything, all these brains entwined
Exceeding outlives general sense of ease,
Day and night, now with me.
I know it’s time to let go,
I know it’s time to be happy
With all I’ve undone so far
Well, I’ll try, try.
Just one more minute
And I could break this wall down
Make that one more hour
And I’m sleeping real sound.
I swear I’m done with the riddle that’s looking through
my eyes
The answer can be anywhere, any shape or size.
Once I thought it was a guarantee,
I was young, look at me.
I know it’s time to let go,
I know it’s time to be happy
Right out the universe
Well, I’ll try, try.
Just one more minute
And I could break this wall down
Make that one more hour
And I’m dancing around.
I never believed the tale would be endless
Always believed the end will be mine.
In one more year I swear I’m done.
I need some shell
Try every door in the hall, no answer
Turn every stone in the world, still no answer
Scattering chickens and trails, no answer
Packet the build in the parent’s surveillance.
Swallow what’s galvin and grey, no answer,
Jump on eleven thirteen, still no answer,
Follow a Pegasus home, no answer,
I don’t like others aimed in my job,
Or dragged down meals with office non-stop
I told you I wanted to leave yesterday
We’ve had a nice visit, we’ve had a good stay.
I’ve been nice for three days
Call me a recession and call me a dick,
But I won’t be joking tonight.
Hiding in a room, I just need a guitar
And I’ll be alright.
It’s not so good with people around
The gas fan makes a horrible sound
Morning I hear the planning all day
You can tell ‘em I’m sick from soften aid.
I’ve been nice for three days
Call me a recession and call me a prick,
But I won’t be laughing tonight.
Hiding in a room, I just need a guitar
And I’ll be alright.
Home, home, home, home,
Home, home, home.
Call me a recession and call me a dick,
But I won’t be joking tonight.
Hiding in a room, I just need a guitar
And I’ll be alright.
Call me a recession and call me a prick,
But I won’t be laughing tonight.
Hiding in a room, I just need a guitar
And I’ll be alright,
Reassigned to work in shadow,
To spend my nights looking up at machines.
I’m taking notes at intervals and fixing lines
And pacing on the mezzanine the speed of time.
I want to go before I see my girlfriend
The way that sucked the life from me
A phone call stretched apart,
They don’t do shit for me.
In the mask, my breath is sour,
The body knows that something isn’t right.
The break lumoirs at 2 am are squinting bright
The main door’s tall and sinister and with no light.
I want to go before I see my girlfriend
The way that sucked the life from me
A phone call stretched apart,
No, they don’t do shit for me.
A cloud mounted over head is dripping such
The sci-fi grin consider in is all my synthetic
ambidextrous glove
This could be my super power,
To spin these clocks ahead.
I ride in the up book, a flash of light,
Water and water again,
Save me from the deserts within.
Brushing my teeth and removing my clothes
Are out of the question.
Rolling the seats of my bed
Flowing with the limbs that I spread
Lash in my face, the pillow, it moves,
I’m good, where you gonna? Home, sweet home.
Slip dice through the mattress door
You leave me face down and drunk as can be,
The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam
A black hole is all I can see.
I swear I won’t do this again
Let a priest come and I’ll surely repent
The living holds on to things I’ve consumed
It’s travelling and twitching inside.
Slip dice through the mattress door
You leave me face down and drunk as can be,
The world out the bedroom cracks up the steam
A black hole is all I can see.
There was some good jokes on me
While I’ve dreamt I should write them down.
When the conversation won’t
I fasten, oh, so deep.
A dream kicks me out
The streets when it’s raining.
One hand finds the glass
To dread cause for me.
It’s wrong sitting alone
With this head full of sound
Just to come to the bed
I can’t do it.
Now the street lights look in
With purpose unknown
Those alien eyes
Have been searching through my home.
A piece right through the mattress on to the floor
The bright sun is lying ashore.
The pardon in the coffin blossoms, indeed
A brutal banishment,
A condemnation unfeeling,
Compels me to wander,
In dreadful isolation
Why?
Why must I leave behind all that once was mine?
Ahead lies only an eternity of vacuum
No life awaits here amongst the forlorn soils of the Malediction Fields.
A people lost,
A tribe without spirit tethered to a land that no longer remembers,
Trapped within valleys that scream without mercy,
Prayers to a long-dead body go unheeded and unheard.
The ghostly cries of the abandoned carve ruin into the fabric of my senses.
Yet my back is turned,
My heart stone,
There will be no return for one such as I.
For I am but a man,
Fassible yet free,
Purity and principles scattered to the harsh winds,
Stoic beneath waning skies swollen with the promises of pain.
Descending spirals of a withering storm-scape,
Echoing the chaos that roils within the fragile stem of the Earth.
A brutal banishment,
A condemnation unfeeling,
Compels me to wander,
I’m in the business of losing interest
I’ve got a corpse’s charm, my grin is always indicate.
So you reevaluate if you wanna be around me.
Good conversations grow bad in my eye,
Contact between the eyes drenches something up I can’t
disguise.
And it verifies your taste for a warmer kind of human
interaction.
Lie me, prove me wrong,
When my teeth are on
Creatures to feed tall
Might reverse it all.
Your rise intention is my intention
You explain you can’t stay long
Feigning someone like your place to be.
And I welcome this with greed
All my calls had been answered.
When children sense that I’m quite defenseless
Uncheck they gather around, hope that I would know some
brand new game.
Have a will to entertain, lead the song without thin
hands,
Instead I think of how to shoot them all away.
Lie me, prove me wrong,
When my teeth are on
Creatures to feed tall
Might reverse it all.
These days I wonder is it worth the spider vanes
Some days I wonder should I lose the heart and come.
I’m in the business of losing interest
I’ve got a corpse’s charm, one look confirms that I’ve
been drained
Of whatever made us the same,
If you’re curious, the answer could be yours
For later on the drawer.
Scientists will explain my disease, my destain,
I am nobody, I can’t use your help,
I’ve got a glove, can you give me a hand?
To get its snodge you gotta give it a jog
And a moonwalk out the men’s room door.
I’ve got to admit how they gave me a chill
To hear another key slipping in.
I thought this cat was only for a moment
And now it’s here, so let’s be friends.
Don’t worry, I’ve got no intentions of rousing you with
these problems,
But you gotta be rough when you’re pulling a cough in
the glove that’s twisting off.
I never seen quite this reaction, you’re a demon, my
headlights
Have a heart, let me get this stinking ball of light.
C’mon, now, fellow, can you give me a sign?
Are you willing or you just gotta stare?
I was hoping to host out someone my clothes
Before they shut things done upstairs.
Your rosing cheeks are looking new to the streets,
So here’s a piece of advice, young man.
Don’t eat that slop, this sever up on top,
‘cause I got you in the arm.
I never seen quite this reaction, you’re a demon, my
headlights
Have a heart, let me get this stinking ball of light.
Tell me, are you feeling alright?
Are you down so hallway of light?
Now I’m about to make it,
Now it’s final fight
In the lengths of a bigger zone
But you stare right back, just ain’t alright.
Wash your hands ‘till you scrub me away.
But the man in the mirror is gonna have this day.
I never seen quite this reaction, you’re a demon, my
headlights
Have a heart, let me get this stinking ball of light.
Coiled up on the path,
One more step to gain its rob.
Back it up the way that I can’t come
And coming forward a black flip ringtone
Adrenalize, gold snake eyes on a summer day.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the fans.
I’d rather take some local wine.
Skip all out, I’m out the path,
Circle round in the grass.
Missing up the head drops and shadow
It’s hard to stare at, like the face at the window.
A butterfly drifts some by and I moved it slow.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the fans.
I’d rather take some local wine.
Sailing wild on a dull vacation,
Where the weather surprise and then something surround
Miles back, as the voice deep within me,
Last time I heard it he can’t wake without asking
Just think a while on your ancient god
And your path will be reborn,
Be reborn.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the sound.
I got a rattle in my spine.
No, I’m not waiting,
No, I’m not waiting for the fans.
A long line for low air
This inching to nowhere.
I hang my head and I spit,
The soon I’m stepping on it.
This could be profound or the act of a serious clown.
I load that back of the head
The skull’s shape mirrors my dread.
I loathe that breath on my neck
I stack this humanoid.
Hay revolution, we’re not the solution
We’re a million directors to climb on the short pass.
We’re leaving an outline, it’s picking this behind
Sniffing his fingers without the slightest reaction at
all.
A long line from nowhere
It’s creeping along to nowhere.
The lands keep dancing reflect
The heart shape bone on this track
My toe nails jacked and chipped
The world’s big poke nod.
Hay revolution, we’re not the solution
We’re a million bad issues down under the surface.
We’re leaving an outline, mistaking the sweet time,
The fall of the edge of the world is gonna be crazy to
see.
Hear the cry of unfamiliar pain
Have a new born child.
Taking in the air, taking in the mother
Taking in the small circle of this place.
Maybe there’s still time to hang out some new vibes,
To gossy up in greed the fall of a dream.
Maybe there’s still time to put it all behind
To sort of recreate the origin of state
And quietly we’ll go with fire in tin toe
Flayed by the driving rain, of black clouds scud across the sky,Flayed by the driving rain, of black clouds scud across the sky,
The world roars with rage and the very ground trembles.
I watch as lightening spears the darkness,
The stark outline of the trees stripped bare by winters ravaging chill.
Wind screams, cutting the knives of sharpened frost,
As I raise my arms to embrace the assault,
All that lives cowers in the shadow of elemental wrath,
Yet I stand and roar my challenge to the maelstrom.
Mountains rear in the darkness,
Colossal megaliths of malediction's promise,
Looming, immense, all knowing,
Stoic against the fury of the storm.
The raging tempest shrieks of hatred,
Bunched clouds toil with the need to destroy,
But I will remain unmoved in the face of the assault.
I welcome the pain of nature's vengeance.
Eyes clenched shut,
The freezing wind and stinging waters
Fear my skin and slake the thirst in my yearning soul,
Never have I felt so alive,
Every nerve tingles, every sense razor-keen,
This frail, thin, stooped prison of flesh,
Punished and invigorated.
Crushed into the sodden earth.
Uncoiling amongst the stars, my spirit-fight is endless,
I abandoned the prison of flesh millenia ago,
Parted my veins to shred the last veil,
Shrugged aside the chains that anchored me.
Left the shattered shell of my corporeal form to descend,
Into the blackness of this malicious earth,
And as my being merged with the very fabric of this withered planet
A new pathway was opened before me.
With each passing of the moon,
With each cycle of regeneration,
I felt a new strength bond with the very essence of my existence,
An amalgamation of the aether and the nameless emissions of the void,
Tethered to the flickering flame of my soul.
Ascension thus was born and beyond these mortals realms I foar,
Watching the stars collapse beneath the fury of the old ones.
The febrile breath of the universe,
Exhaled, Scattered, Dissipated,
Carried on the drifting, timeless winds,
I have watched civilisations rise and fall on this weakened planet,
I have seen the weakness of man cleansed by the rage of the cosmos,
Watched the skin of this decaying world scarified beyond recognition
Lifelessness if all that remains as my endless vision,
Watched the last light of reality gutter
Nothing that breathed disturbs this enclave*
As the monolithic cosmic millstone
Grinds ever onwards
Crushing meaning beneath cold stone
It is here that I lie
At one with the darkness
Where timelessness breeds tranquillity
And the ravages of frailty thrash
Against the walls
Of a reality long ago
Fractured and scattered
And yet... so slowly
It starts to slip away
(draining, sinking)
My strength weakens
With each shuddering breath
With the fading of the mists
And the dying howls
Of the withering wilderness
Wreathed in decay
Solitude is torn away
My cries pierce the silence like arrows
As this refuge is rent asunder
The fragile fabric collapses
Realisation wracks the spirit
And I stare into the glittering eyes
Of yet more unbridled sufferance
Rending me
As this solace wanes, the wind grows colder
This once-verdant landscape now stands
Stooped and alien, stripped of spirit
Nothing remains to soothe a lamenting soul
What was once mine is no more
Ripped open and naked, I bleed
Beneath the wanton iron skies
That pour misery onto a hapless thrall
My nothingness exposed to all...
(So little now still stands
Scorched earth and desolation and legacy of shame
For which I now pass judgement through the vessels
Moving amongst the many pathways of the aether
The silent one, the harbinger of woe
The oracle of sorrows yet to be
The unnamed foreshadowing
Marauder!
Like the carrion-crow that circles the charnel-field
He knows his moment is soon
"Render ash Unto Them!"
As the penumbral darkness lengthens
And the layers of quintessence are pierced
On void-trails of scorn he descends
To sow the seeds of this world's decay
Crawling and cowled
Oracle of the End, the doom-sidhe
Watching... Waiting
Watching... Waiting
Stands unmoving upon the blasted moor
A sightless gaze that sweeps this reality
Ghost-white fingers bring blight to flesh
As whispering words strip life
From the very landscape of men
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