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2. Xenoflux
PERFECTION, A WORLD APART WE ARE
BRIGHT STAR AND THE EYE
...I AM
RIDING THE TIDES. CRUX... ASTRAL GRACE
DOWN SILVER LOCKS TO COSMIC CROSSINGS
HOW FAR HAVE I COME?
...WHY, WHY?
I,LEPER
...WHY?
4. Forget Not
masquerading, the grey vultures
coalescing in black swansongs
...of the dead
...as the dead sigh
therein the quickening shadows
kisses upon lifeless fingers
...as the dead sigh
...as the dead sigh
...of always
...as the dead sigh
over the frontier of always
in remembrance, they are anthems
...the anthems
...forget not
...for those gone
...forget not
NEVER...
DOWN BY THE WATERS, BENEATH THE WILLOW DRAPERY
COLD, TIMELESS PRINCE... CLOAKED IN RAVEN WINGS
WITH TWO PENNY MOONS, PASSAGE THROUGH THE BOATMAN
ACROSS STARLIT WATERS, WERE DREAMSCAPES ARE GOLDEN...
HOW THEY LIVED THEY WILL BE REMEMBERED
WE NOW STAND IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF THE ANTHEMS
NE OBLIVISCARIS
FOR THE NOBLE SOULS THAT WERE AND WILL BE
ON... THE DEAD SIGH ON
NE OBLIVISCARIS
THEY ARE ANTHEMS
NE OBLIVISCARIS
FORGET NOT... NEVER
what waits beyond in exile's garden sings of the unknown
the renaissance of death echoes eternally, all's not lost
death echoes
death echoes
forget...
forget not
6. As Icicles Fall
can you remember the words of our dying Mother?
all winters' white... and wonderful
the third eye spies the greatest pain
in league with the cycle of life... feel the change
her breath of frost upon the House of Man's beating heart
sleep children (sleep...), such colours to be seen
sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
fore this is where she lies. Mother, be our eyes...
as the icicles fall, moments of reverence
THE INVENTION OF ALL, EVERYTHING CALLS AND EVERY LIFELINE IGNITES
the tears of mother, everlasting season
...BUT THE PHOENIX EMPIRE EXHALES, THE CURTAIN CALL TO EMBERS
within us she lives, around us she's dying
THE FADING LIGHTS BLACKEN, GARDENS EUPHORIC...COWERING UNDERWORLD
ORDER
the winds sing our dirge... this is where she lies
THE VEILING UNVEILED...MOTHER, OUR MOTHER BEATS DOWN ER ASHEN WINGS
mother, be our eyes...
GREY AND DRIPPING THE BLOOD OF MOTHER
feel her pain
EVOLVING, THE SHROUD SHE GATHERS
this is where she lies
IN ABSTRACTION WITHOUT COLOURS
we die with the fall of the icicles
LOST TO PIGMENT THE PALE PARADISE...
SWEPT IN TOW TO THE DANSE MACABRE
IN HAND TO COLD CLAWS OF TIME...
BROKEN SHUTTERS GAPE OPEN WIDE
BREATHING IN HOARSE WHISPERS ON HIGH...
CRY... WHITE NOISE WITCH CHOIR
ICE TEARS OF OUR MOTHER
PILLARS OF MONOLITH AND ICE, LACED WITH LIGHTNING
BESIEGED BY THE VOID, THE ANTI-MATTER OF MIND
ONCE WERE PAINTED WALLS, NOW THEY PREACH PARCHED SKIN PETALS
THE FREEZE-FRAME TOMB UNFOLDS FOR OUR MOTHER...