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Land of Stagnation
05:28
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We were told of a time since past, that carried essence long ago
But are we here, left to sit and wonder, what these memories hold?
Altar planes and elder chambers span the Lands of Stagnation
Stillness lies in the legacy of shapeless kingdoms gone
So it was said, should we inherit and live throughout the days of hope,
Ruins of sound shall stand once more, to reveal tomorrow’s gold
Blackened threads of times past are hidden at childhood’s dawn and all that we are is a lasting voice
to their thoughts.
Mantra spreads the message bound to find us all
Enchanted sages converge as one to hear our call
Lives spent and what remains in these valleys of atrament?
Anthems of these bygone days to circle once again
From the Earth, written in stone, the lessons they once lived
Observer inherits the peace that always was within
Remember now the creation of this life we celebrate
Time is nigh, make us one, from age to age
Ashes to ashes
Dust to Dust
Fire to fire
Blood to Blood
Join the Moon and Sun
All Shall Become One
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Marble Eye
04:14
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Withered, shattered, I remain, a pauper of time from ravaged domains
Mapping the stars to worlds unknown, a ritual of relics, I atone
Wise man’s prayers of ancient lore, forgotten discipline is now restored
The end of life when all is made clear, for celestial teachings to pierce the spheres
Undying master with hallowed seal, holds my prosperity through decaying tides
Winds of ash, spirit rise, dimensional warrior now realized
Beyond the vastness of shadowed skies
They who arise with Marble Eye
The depths of antiquity sense my place to pass through a body of regal blaze
In reflection of the universe, lies unspoken truths of the unseen
We’ve travelled beyond burdens of time and smokescreen illusions for centuries
To those awaiting, who fear the Death Hour, awaken from your confused sleep
The Eternal of free will shall reside in the search for trichotomy
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The Doller House
10:44
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Look to the heart of a seaside town, the compass of fate has set its course
My sails were cast through white wave storms, to pass a doomed curiosity
Death is not the final burial when the scent of paranoia has come
When sleep evades the mind, all is lost
The fool in the labyrinth be undone
A sight not known, in the tower of a house, focused to materialize
The curtained window, from afar, dressed in foreign mediums none recognize
Had I only known the memories, that haunted those who believed
Once I’ve heard this melody, I know it’s too late to leave
Phantom aura has found my steps, rest I beg to be my guide
Hollow hymns and winds they drone, a suffering carved on a thousand grave stones
Back in my ship’s quarters, I watch the compass spin wild
Try to break from illusion’s confines, but these windows are no longer mine…
Throes of anguish welcome my return, running the halls of apparition control
Fate would be what I’ve deserved, to deny the seafaring tales of old
Her stare lacerates my thoughts, now I suffer this nightmare alone
What I’ve seen, I could never explain, escape is all in vain
I turned to meet the Expressionist stare, of a sight my mind could no longer bear
Fabled silence, the visitor’s vow…
I’m forever victim in the Doller House
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Erskine Hollow
26:07
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I. Prayer of the Shepherd
Resting from atop my placid lands, lost in these times as a lonely man
In all of my devotions and days hard spent, is it your will I should suffer this lament?
People they fear in the wake of anxiety, treading cliffs of faith and apostasy
I can’t live through this strife and doubt, my only candle has nearly burned out
Magistrates gather in their grim-faced courts, to cast down death with pious damnation
Hunted down in darksome ways ordained by law, to answer for their acts in the name of Satan
No one sees the madness that plagues our kind, what is there to trust or who to find?
So with these words I send to you to end my despairs,
For (without love) life has no meaning unless it is shared
Hear my solemn prayers leaving mooncrest boughs
My only candle is soon to burn out
II. Trespasser
What had passed all around, a vision sent to me
A mystic child with jesting smile, singing divine melodies
Myths of old visit pensive souls in their darkest hour of need
Where time relents in shrouded descent, at the gates of majesty
Was it chance to reach the hand, What past desire became
Under cavern stars in mists afar I see a wisp of candle flame!
A voice cried out…then takes flight in an azure cloak
The face I’ve seen in starlit dream, caught my sight to chase below
Essence of myrrh fills the air, shifting form with mark of hare
Shadow of light, she obscures, spellbound echoes and whispers
Midnight chase…Trespasser
People warn of magic deeds past the hour of sleep, where she goes I must know the truth I’ve seen
Who can span the comet trails with mere command?
Or dance away in crimson flame with gentle trace of hand?
Trespasser marked by touch of mystery, your secrets hold a promise longing to be free
Now I see the ancient chains, this ground on which you lie
Flee too far from these lands and they will take your life
III. The Rites of Jade
Shepherd have you come to set me free?
You and I are the key in all we seek
Undisturbed a false move breaks the Moon’s guard
Yet without fear, this pact unites our hearts
Life and death are all the same, lose yourself and celebrate
Take my hand into the Rites of Jade
Into the Rites of Jade
Incense mists on an emerald lake of glass
Cord of fire binds the image we cast
Fragile brink of pain or searing ecstasy
Shrine of adoration and sorcery
Passion rippling all around
Spirits cleansed upon sacred ground
Follow me into the Rites of Jade
Into the Rites of Jade
Priestess, Pyromantic Angel of Light, We are one in forgotten exalted cries
Our beloved pleasures the four moons hide, and all that’s said is sealed until the day we die
Into the Rites of Jade
IV. Moons over Hexenhaus
(Instrumental)
V. Exaltation Clandestine
Peace, so threatened where suspicion rides, our rose tinted days would end with mercy denied
Torchlight raids in thirst possessed
So cold those trials they request
Neglected screams, disgraced by hands that carry the law of God’s command
And there she was, bound to be shown, to the hill that claimed a thousand souls…
“Witch,” they say, “confess and be saved.” They cast their scorn and curse your name
Stripped before, like those condemned, and sent above to scorched torment
Look ‘on high in this sea of hate, so my vision is betrayed…
Whisper the rites in mournful epitaph and cross your heart in dule and death
The hour is nigh while this ardor lasts, an exaltation unsurpassed
Glistening flames kiss your face, climbing to steal your breath away
But I still can hear a call in the sky from the silhouette that burned so bright
VI. Pyromancer’s Key
Now as I watch you raise your head up high, sing my child…your last cry
Something I’ve lost now is truly gone…someone to show me a place to belong
Now my faith and prayers are memories…God, why have you forsaken me?
Death shall greet them all the same, through winds of myrrh and purest jade
Black quintessence of sorcery, we shall be one as the Moon decrees
The Pyromancer’s Key at last is made, and so they too shall die from this flame…
VII. The Return of the Girl in White
(Instrumental)
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Golden Wolf, Overseer
05:31
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There is a vision in mountain glades
Darkness will be forever gone
Hiding in frozen providence is the promise of mystic dawns
As I stand in these halberd spires
Absolution awaits from afar
A child is born in all that we may fynde, to see it as we really are
In the name of the ones before us,
Dreaming exiles in alpine
May you rise to sip the mirrored waters of a Marble Eye Sky
To draw my arrow, iris white
Endless flight for this passerby
Strike the oak of my journey’s end and clasp the hand of my dearest friend
Dawn of a new day’s resplendent sight
Always shall be ours to adore
A faith of the past told the tale of life
A pledge to arrive on its own
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