[I - A Meiotic Mishap To Bring The Downfall Of Everything]
(Instrumental)
[II - The Spiralling Of Winter And A Scorched Sky]
Under the sun Blackened char and desolation Where a panarch Once did rule in isolation Had the prophets Spoke to her of coming storm Would she have borne The child to whom she now is kneeling
Crooked whispers The mirrored one exhales polluting As if in coma He swept the epileptic ceiling The plasticised Philosophising quantum theory Splinters the moon And prattles on forevermore
Paralysed The masses, bleeding, crying, screaming Instinctively Crept to kiss the hem at his feet Oxidising Ash and ember saturating Forcibly Detaching retinae, disposing all
Immutable Unsilenced
He penetrates The psyche Devouring Fantasy As he walks Walls crumble And nations Fall to his tongue As if the light was blight to the sun
[III - A Plea To One Who Knows What Haunts You]
A life unguided by the call of god or man How could I ever know what I am A violent senseless beast A rabid dog unleashed A bringer of disease How could I have made them see? There's life inside I'm sure An inner core that's pure But if no-one's there to show me And no-one wants to know me How will I know what I am?
These quests the world beseech me Yet no-one trying to reach me If they're not there to teach me How will I know what I am?
[IV - Soliloquy To The Sick]
Who else knows What it's like to be king On this stolen bloodthrone?
(...And the breath that would sing Turns to ash that flows Through the hills on the black wind To finally rest alone In the place where flesh Turns to bone...)