In circular dance We call down the craft Face the end
"Gods arrive On the wings of the wind Fade to black How the mighty descend Gods arrive On the wings of the wind Fade to black" So it begins...
Out of body Torn out of time Diseased Centers align Revelations Storm cloud swept signs Whirlwind revolutions Drifting by At ease Within decline Out of body Torn out of time Grace redefined
Elliptical Trance Flared prominence Magnetic draft Face the end...
The future can't sleep, It doesn't need to, It dreams standing up like the statues In the gardens we'll pass through- Past the guardians at the gatepost, The Light: how it gives and it takes.
Pitch black, the poles lost their grip, Let the axis reverse- Precious balance of mind now disturbed... This world, it slips and tears. And if the smoke ever clears, Will the southern skies now host The Northern Lights? Let's make pretend:
"It was all a delusion, It's all in your head. It was all an illusion, Like gold out of lead."
The present can't see, It is blind but has visions Of pillage and pilgrimage, The purging of empires- Tyrants, their treasonous wars... Then without warning its done.
A clean slate just feels like a dead weight, The burdens of surface stone Scrapes skin from bones, As we crawled across dark parking lots, Felt the forest floor cringe... And let the cities cave in.
The past lost its voice, It can't speak but was spoken for By pundit and prophet... Until the dust clouds around us Eroded our embellished belief In some fixed history.
Could we recognize Symbols made of smoke?
Across the canopy, That soft-spoken sky, Burnt by the torchlight As we chart out the ley-line. Pray the earth it won't break one more time, All the voices we heard As we followed the fault lines.
Devoured, digested, cast out...
Decomposed.
"Gods arrive Line of dark chariots Starlight dies I can't bury it yet Wheels of fire Swing they so low Fade to black Carry us home"
Polaris slips her tongue Through a kiss made out of cinders, In a marriage of chemicals. The sky's sulphur heart, carved-out veins of slate, The pulse of the earth- How it sinks and it slows.
An oil corn and wine coated keystone, The archway, two columns (now ash and dust) Frame this path for us, The undeserved- Brought low and unpreserved From this unhallowed gaze, we profane; The cursed abandon the weak, To stagger on in a stolen display Of confusion, of faith.
The North Star, she nods out, Doused her torch, left us forever Without promise or penance. We're left to merge with the trench, Taught the cruelties that it takes to survive. "Just accept to be free."
I used to waste my skin, Shed my time, change my colors, Until I settled for peace... In death, an emerald sea stands before me Unveiled but unbowed- Each wave's a rainbow of sound.
Could we recognize Any signal in the noise?
Across that static sea, O, crestfallen sky Yearn for the currents That carved out the ley-line. Pray the earth it won't break one more time, All the voices we heard As we followed the fault line. Pray the earth it won't break, All the voices we heard as we followed. Pray the earth it won't break, All the voices we heard as we followed the fault lines.