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The Magnet
06:07
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From my bed of leaves
I am a wretched pilgrim
baring the mark no one can see
Waiting for sleep,
I see chapters from my youth
The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
Where the Liquid Light brings me back
A tangled web of roots and water
Were her words that ran cold and deep
And yet I can't shake the flame
Of her lamp oil eyes
A long centipede is making its way up my arm
As the smell of leaves brings me back
What a coincidence
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
From my bed of leaves
I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
No one can see
Something miraculous
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
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2. |
Remember Where You Were
07:43
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"Remember where you were
When you heard this"
On the outskirts of The Five Ruling Tongues
He said to me
In that wild, wooly way
Half concealed,
But I knew he was afraid
We were both afraid
Come with me and hide away
We watched the sun go down
It fell like any other
But like the visions of our fathers
War has come
We ride tomorrow
And may the grasses grow the greenest
Where our blood has been spilt
The pines and firs drew near
And warmed the air between us
When through the needles
came a seismic battle cry
We ride tomorrow
And may the grasses grow the greenest
Where our blood has been spilt
"Remember where you were
When you heard this"
On the outskirts of The Five Ruling Tongues
He said to me
In that wild, wooly way
That had called me astray
And we stood side by side
As we looked down
On the host of our mortal enemies
Gathered now to join us against The Ruling Tongues
Krillisander leads the way
His sanguine smile
Has turned fierce and wild
And the horn is blaring undefiled
As we stand against The Five Ruling Tongues
Cliffs and canyons
Reverberate with mettle unbreakable
And The Barlmen's song sang
"Remember where you were"
But in the grass hides the serpent
What has happened
To our fierce and wild brothers?
Where have you gone
Oh Maker of the Bridge?
The Bridge Torn Asunder
And our sons and daughters
Were swept away
We watched the sun arrive
It rose like any other
But like the visions of our fathers
War has come
I leave you now
To meet my fierce and wild brothers
Where our blood has been spilt
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Dr. Abraham
08:11
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Please, please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the bleached walls
I don't know how, I don't know why
I've been such a fool
Please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the Old Guard
I don't know, I don't know why
I have the same dream every night
The same dream of recombination
Say, say
I wanna say goodbye to him
The Maestro Arachnid
The parasites, the parasites
Crawling up my leg
Say, say
I wanna say goodbye to them
The bastards and wenches
I see the same, I see the same
Faces everyday
PATIENT EXHIBITS SIGNS OF DEMONOPATHY
PATIENT REQUIRES SEVERE AHABITATION
COUNT DOWN FROM 10
AND REST YOUR WEARY HEAD
YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE
BUT TO SAY: "PROCEED"
Names, names
They have another name for him
"Dr. Abraham"
He weeds us out until he finds
The apple of his eye
He has another name for it
"Lamination"
The river's gone, the river's gone
But there remains a sea
I wanna be away from here
To remove, reforge
To rebuild and restore
From the vessels of life
To the mortal pangs
With the sweep of a scythe
I've redressed you of life
That peculiar reflex toward infirmity
My palatial operating table
A perfected device I have crafted you
Lamination brought ahabitation
Never walk again with the mortal pangs
Please, please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the bleached walls
I don't know how, I don't know why
I've been such a fool
Who can accuse you of devilry?
Who can call your works profanity?
From our own hands came Dr. Abraham
Step to the deep furnaces
ALL RISE FOR THE NEW APOCALYPSE
LAMINATION
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4. |
The Fox in a Hole
04:45
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All my leaves
Are turning red oversoon
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon
Groon Bear, Sun Beast
Dark Lion bellowing
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon
Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And my lily pad
And some form of old nostalgia
All my trials
Nourishment from bitter fruit
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole
Shedding my skin
Rags of silk, rusty youth
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole
Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And some form of old memoria
Spirit, spirit
Show me my inheritance
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon
Be still my soul
Lovely gold to refine
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon
Renewed spirits like leaves
Raptured on a blustery day
Oh me,
And some form of strange euphoria
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5. |
Wasp in a Wig
06:16
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If you'll only just stay
I'll sing us a song
That only we will understand
But it was a song of death and fear
That kept me from your white hot wrath
I saw a figure
And knew him to be my enemy
Where have you gone
Oh Heavenly Father
As we decay and rot into the ground
Call me your slave in hidden messages
I'll watch your eyes glisten gold, glisten gold
Forgive me, I am fallen away
Shipwrecked, and dragged you to ruin
But good works will go unnoticed
And darkness will find...
If you'll only just stay
I'll read you a story
That only I will understand
I felt so guilty I wanted to scream
You saw my reflection
And knew it to be your enemy
And with a whimper I lost all light
From all my life
It's been a mistake
And sometimes it seems
Its all been taken and mistated
But good works will go unnoticed
And darkness will find its way
Into all things
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The White Book
09:57
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No signs of life to be found
Where the King wears an orange crown
Your lungs will freeze without a sound
If you cannot read The White
The King is alone by the sea
Where The White Wind blows bitterly
And I would have missed his majesty
If I did not learn The White
If I could not read The White Book
I am old now looking dimly through a glass
On a primeval book covered with grass
Where all suffering creatures will come
And their names are not forgotten
I join in with the cries of eternal loss
And write in my name
Where the Four Winds cross
Before me lies the path of most resistance
All around me they're calling for the sun
A shivering grin is plastered to my face
By the gale force winds
On the path of most resistance
As it takes me to the brink of life
Withstanding Winter wings of endless nightfall
Only to taste a glimpse of the light
Through the cracks in the wall
That obscures us from the morning sun...
Laughter was the sound that we made then
And the waters ran green
With the roots and mossy earth
We lit a fire over the hearth
Under our roof we heard a choir
Laughter was the sound that we made then
And the waters ran green
With the roots and mossy earth
We lit a fire over the hearth
Under our roof we heard a choir
Oh to see again the choir free
And to hear again the waters sing
On pale pastures and starving streams
No signs of The King have been seen
But tonight I will be waiting alone by the sea
To read a new page in The White
Deep in the hive bites the blue sting
To the sounds of the wings awakening
And I would have missed this Siberian Spring
If I had not learned
The White....
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