-Tapestry Of The Starless Abstract-

ALL HORIZONS FALL THROUGH DYING STAINS
A CRIMSON CROWN TO CALL MY OWN
O HOME IS EVERYWHERE I VOYAGE
AND DARKNESS IS ALWAYS WITH ME...

I CALL TO THE SIRENS ECHOING IN SWEET LAUGHTER
BROKEN HOPES 'NEATH THE SURFACE
WITH HAUNTING EYES THEY STARE...
through black waters, wearing tresses
a figurehead warped, stares homesick afar

NEVER DEPTHS... MY DEAR DESPAIR
NEVER

BLIND IN DELIRIUM, NAVIGATING THE CONTINUUM FLUX... NOTHING
SUBMERGED IN LIMBO, OF NAUTICA THEY SING... TRUE MAJESTY
OCEANS WIDE, EYES WIDE... FOREVER TO TREASURE... CARRY ON
INFUSING INSIGHT, THE FABRIC OF SPACE IGNITED

silent time reveals tragedies chartered
all triumphs were drowned...and the sirens too...
SILENT TIME REVEALS...
ALL TRIUMPHS WERE DROWNED...
symphony for the pilgrim, intrinsic wake, opulent discordant soul... my arabesque
setting sail from paradox lost to a paradise found
PARADISE, PARADISE FOUND
PARADISE, PARADISE FOUND

-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?

AS SATURN DEVOURS, OF MIND-STREAMS' ODDITY
RIFT WROUGHT SOULS RUPTURE, RIPPLING...
ALL SHACKLES HAVE NOW FALLEN, NEBULAE HORSES PULSE ON
CAN I FEEL?

LOCKED WITHIN PANDORA'S MUSIC BOX
WATCHING FROM THE PORTAL OF I
BAYING THROUGH WOVEN SOUNDSCAPES
A BLACK DOG LAYS AT MY FEET... OBLIVION...

COLD, CELESTIAL BRILLIANCE
THE CANVAS UNFRAMED, ELATION
CIRCUS OF RADIANT MOTION, ALIVE

A HANDFUL OF EARTH... THE ONLY REMINDER
MAJESTY, TAKE MY HAND

WE WEEP TO BELIEVE, WHERE ONLY DREAMS HAVE WITNESSED BEYOND
WE WEEP TO BELIEVE, WHERE ONLY DREAMS HAVE...

-Of The Leper Butterflies-

oh why?
OH WHY THE BUTTERFLY OF MAN?

oh why?
oh why precious beauty?
with eyes that speak tongues
foresight and memory, maelstrom wormholes
behind, the vast passion
a wish is made upon a nebula
from the leper's kiss
CONJURING ORDERED CHAOS
KALEIDOSCOPE IN MOTIONv
ADORNED A PORCELAIN MASK
O'ER THE ENIGMA... PIERROT OF TE GARDEN
WHERE LIGHT PARTS WAY
THE LEPER HAS COME HOME...

I, LEPER
...WHY, WHY?
I,LEPER
...WHY?

-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

-And Plague Flowers The Kaleidoscope-

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their mouths fill with questions, blessed they are by God's tokens

Ware to walk the painted... the painted path

Walking the painted path through our plague fields

Ware to walk the painted path
Through the plague fields

Kings of this carousel, disfigured upon white horse
With Goya's claws and Dore's wings
Down golden locks to red crosses
Crowned children screaming from funeral shrouds
To rapid eye movement, heart-strings undone
... our beautiful filth dances... and plague flowers

Why our wall to reason fall... only human

Kings of our emptiness, the flagellants align
Their mouths fill with ashes and death's tongue

The dappled dying
Flowering cold grey tombs
With crumbling walls... I feel
Our truth is laid bare

... And plague colours
A masterpiece of pain
The portrait of what we are...

-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...

CRY... WHITE NOISE WITCH CHOIR
FALL OF THE ICICLES

MOTHER...

-Of Petrichor Weaves Black Noise-

swan of pale
of porcelain white
her halo, a bloody sun
...framing a botticelli plants to rivers.
of petrichor weaves black noise

WHERE HER FRAME DISFIGURES
PALE OF THE SWAN, PAINTED... DYING
WILTING IN RED RIBBONS
LASHING BLACK SAILS, A TATTERED MANE
HER MOUTH, A DEATH'S HEAD SMILE
TONGUELESS CHOIRS AND BAITED BREATH
EVER WATCHING...
THE ANGELS BEHEADED
BLEEDING THIS HEART,
COME CLARITY
RESONANCE...
OF PETRICHOR WEAVES BLACK NOISE

light draped, ephemeral
her stain glass horizon
THE HOUSEGLASS SHATTERED
GLACIAL STARFFELL MEMORIES
CALIGARI HAUNTING...
WITHIN THIS CABINET OF CHANGE
UPON FLUTTER EYE WINGS
in efflorescence, the shadows' sarabande
...an silence was her name... the silence so loud

TIME... CLEANSE THESE SEVERED HANDS OF TIME
RAIN, RAIN AGAIN
WASH AWAY THIS PAIN
O MOONKISSED FLESH
NEW KINGDOM COME OF EARTHEN VAST
LIBERA ME...

RAIN, RAIN, EARTHEN...
SHINE, SHINE
NEW KINGDOM, SHINE
SHINE ON...

dreamer, I
dream o dream
dream, follow me afar
weep, come kingdom come
(ohh) hope...

libera me...

-Painters Of The Tempest (Part I): Wyrmholes-

[Instrumental]

-Painters Of The Tempest (Part II): Triptych Lux-

[Movement 1: Creator]
COME FORTH DARK HERALD
BRINGER OF LIGHT
BOURNE BY THE BURNING SWANS...AND HIS PLAGUE BREATH
CREATOR

OF THE DREAM COIL, A HALO ALOFT AS HANDS ENTWINE

PAINTERS OF THE TEMPEST, WITH THEIR RED HANDS
THE WORLD THEIR CANVAS
THROUGH THE MIST OF THE STORMGLASS...

AND BRUEGEL DREAMT THE ANGELS ABOVE
AS BOSCH DANCED IN EARTHLY DELIGHT

angels fall...
into the canvas
reaching for the light
heaven is empty
...and all the beauty is here

UPON THIS BONE PALETTE
THE SWAY OF NINE-TAILS
LAYERED LASHINGS OF EUPHORIA AND CHAOS
TRIPTYCHS UNFOLD LIKE WINGS
AS THE ARMS OF OUR FATHERS BEAR THE WEIGHT OF WHAT THEY'VE DONE
ANTI-MATTER-MARTYRS

warmth of life
where they sing of fire
children's eyes... for they all shine
as tears rise, oceans of flame billow
when all dreams lose hope...

AND BRUEGEL WEPT FOR THE FADING SUN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE ANGELS GONE?

angels fall...
into the canvas
reaching for the light
heaven is empty
as hell below
and hell below
painted by ghosts

LORDS OF LIFELESS EYES
IN THIS GARDEN OF WILTED FLOWERS
VULTURES SPAKE THE MOTHER TONGUE...

[Movement 2: Cynosure]

hear the children
breathless sleep
where they dream a new day
echoing...
oh when they dream
ebb and flow,... free falling
beautiful and calm...
and fragile, and whole
where they dream a new day
through the coil they course and carousel
echoes,...
hear the lost children
hear the children sing
through the coil they carousel
within this stained glass womb
they sing with open minds...

WITHIN THIS STAINED GLASS WOMB
THEY SEE WITH OPEN MINDS
THE EVENT HORIZON AND BEYOND

[Movement 3: Curator]

A WASTELAND AND SO BARREN, HAUNTED BY A SEA OF PALE FACES
THE CITY OF LOST CHILDREN, RAISING THEIR DEATH-SHROUDED FLAGS
CAN YOU HEAR THE REDRUM POUNDING? THE HEARTBEAT OF MANY AS ONE...
CURATOR, FATHER... WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?

radiance, blinding horizon
the brilliant sunrise
their horizons, where they seize this life
our children...
painters, they are
they are, the change
painters...

-Painters Of The Tempest (Part III): Reveries From The Stained Glass Womb-

[Instrumental]

-Pyrrhic-

OF BLOOD AND TIME WITHIN THESE VEINS
PULSING THE DIM, THUNDERING...
UPON THE PALE HORSES CRYING, SURREAL
BEKSINSKI'S HOOVES CASCADING HEAVEN
O BLIND FORTUNE
DARKNESS FAVOURS THE BRAVE, THE FALLEN... CARRION
BRING FORTH THE STARS AND TEAR DOWN THE SKY

BLACKEST SISTER OF EVENFALL
FROM EVENING GOWN TO ARMOUR
YOUR SKIN IS SO COLD...
ONWARDS, BRIGHT EYES AND GILDED HEARTS
WE RISE AND WE FALL
FROM FIRE TO ICE, BLIND IN DEFIANCE
WE RACE THE SUN..

o fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life? how long?
HOW LONG?

BLACKEST SISTER OF EVENFALL
FROM EVENING GOWN TO ARMOUR
YOUR TOUCH IS SO COLD...

GLORIOUS TIDINGS THROUGH SACRIFICE
THE LONG HARD ROAD THROUGH HELL... AT WHAT COST?
PILGRIMS TO KINGS, OF NOTHING BUT PAIN
OUR HANDS ARE FULL YET OUR HEARTS ARE EMPTY

TO THE MOTHS WE PRAY, THE CRIPPLED CHORUS... WE DESPAIR
THE RISE, THE RUST OF ICONS, O GODS OF DUST WITHIN US

BLACKEST SISTER OF EVENFALL
FROM EVENING GOWN TO ARMOUR
FOREVER OURS...

o fortune, how long must we dirge to breathe life? how long? how long?
HOW LONG?

COLD, COLDER
GHOST LIGHT LIPS TRACE MY SCARS
SERPENTS OF THE EARTH, FEAST... MY HEART
I DECAY
COLDER, COLD... DECAY

-Devour Me, Colossus (Part I): Blackholes-

CITADEL, OF HOPE AND WHITE FIRE
HEARKEN, A CHOIR FOR KINGS... TRANSCENDENCE
CROWNED IN TEETH AND SEVERED WINGS
IS THIS THE END OF THE FLESH?

my prison and my salvation

A CALL FROM THE VOID, PALE TENTACLES
ENTHRONED, ALONE, DYING
DOWN WITH MY DRAPED LEECHES... OH LOVER
MELANCHOLIA...

you fill my lungs
am i undone?
where i swallow the light
drown me in your arms, so deep
drown me in your arms
ABYSSAL WYRMWELL
fathomless...
DROWN ME IN YOUR ARMS...

ANATOMY OF SPACE AND TIME
GATHERED IN VEILED DEPTHS... DESCENDANT
ARE THESE GOD'S TEARS IN THIS PITCH BLACK TOMB OR THE PAIN OF MY MEMORIES?
OF ALL SUFFERING, AWAKE ARCHITECTS
THE MOTHER, THE FATHER, THE EYE
TRUMPETS BELLOW, THE RIPPLES TRANSFIGURE
WRETCHED AM I...

white eyes and blue lips, lover
devour me...
drown me in your arms
ABYSSAL WYRMWELL
fathomless...
DROWN ME IN YOUR ARMS...
DROWN ME IN YOUR ARMS
ABYSSAL WYRMWELL
fathomless...

A BURNING GAUNTLET HELD TO HER BREAST
IN HER ARMS THE PHOENIX LAY BLACKENED IN MOURNING A PURGING OF ASHES DOWN HER HOURGLASS FIGURE
INSCRIBED ON MY HEART, -DEVOUR ME, COLOSSUS-

scent of the earth
touch of the light
here, where colours collide
this blackhole ignites
my world in bloom

FLESH TO FLOWERS, BLOOD TO RIVERS
MY BREATH TO THE WIND
THE STARS STEAL MY EYES AND THE SUN SEARS MY MIND
THIS BLACKHOLE IGNITES
MY WORLD IN BLOOM
HERE I STAND, CITADEL... HERE I STAND...

HERE WHERE COLOURS COLLIDE
THIS BLACKHOLE IGNITES
MY WORLD IN BLOOM
scent of the earth
touch of the light
here, where colours collide
this blackhole ignites
my world in bloom
my world in bloom
IN BLOOM...

-Devour Me, Colossus (Part II): Contortions-

[Instrumental]

-Upon The Tongue Of Eloquence-

Through the stillbirth swoon, the children are silent
Existing in dreams, surreal oblivion...
Through time, torn tombs, the children are screaming
Dreaming of life, the nightmares to come...

Through tear stained eyes, the children are drowning
Within the depths, they seek the courage...
Through white wombs, the children are laughing
Dreaming of wings, for what times may come...

Reflections behold such dreams of man
They beseech the sun for the new day
Opening their eyes to beauty's lament
The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms
...But o glorious fate leaves them blind
What eyes would close to abhor the womb?
Stumbling onwards only to be left behind...

The catharsis seized, a breathe of life
Eruptions of passion and focus
Blackening idle beliefs
Now all eyes are upon the tongue of eloquence

Reflections behold such dreams of man
They beseech the sun for the new day
Opening their eyes to beauty's lament
The seas of luminescence...
Between their fingers awaken dead realms
...But o glorious fate leaves them blind
What eyes would close to abhor the womb?
Upon the tongue...

-When The Black Hands Dance-

They bear no names...
The black hands are dancing
They search for him... All for the king

Staring at open palms, hear the redrum pound
One upon the battlefield, false vanity has won...
Down in the darkness, echoes of dead criesv
There's beauty in pain, and pain is their light...

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They call for him... Here lies the king

Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?

A murder of divas, bleeding as the choir
Beneath the shadows, the garden lies withered...
When the black hands dance, encircled beneath the sun
Only the dead will hear, screams of a lost zion...

Such passion lay unfinished, lost to the world... Regrets
Precious thoughts unspoken... And silent are the trumpets
No more bard songs, only a crying child
A ghastly crowd faceless, watching this denial
Resounding within the mind, a serenade to still hearts
As ice on the dark stares, how deep do they scar?
Under the rage of wings, cradled by coldness
Into the dark shadows and winter quintessence...

Mirrored upon pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?

Only the dead will hear the sound of such music

Life goes on if there is pain

They bear no names... The black hands are dancing
They sing for him... Long live the king

Still the dance goes on, final breaths linger
In stillness he's loved, caressed by their fingers...
Joining the cries of time, planted in pain
...As the dead don't rest, within this garden...

Mirrored under pearl-white eyes
A black halo
Stare into the depths of nevermore
Does it stare back?

-All The Scarlet Tears-

All life dies as icons rage,
white are the pages beyond
Unwritten are the screams, of hate... Of pain... Of misery

Of devildom falls, life is severed

With whispers the curse, to such seduction
Weeping to the sound of a grand black piano

Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues

One by one they're falling, every note spatters
Veiling the ivory teeth, the mourning anthem gathers

Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues
To a drowning finale
Memories within

Requiem for all, the scarlet tears

Blood in the lungs
As watery valleys
Over angel tongues
To a drowning finale
Memories within
The smell of rain

Within the heavens of all black hell
Stirs the passion all gone
Screaming of life and time taken
Open and taste the blooded land...

A pale horse rides as the winds cadence
Galloping keys encore, this is transcendence
A tear streaked face of stain and rust
To challenge the scarlet omnibus...

...The memories are all that remain
In heartarche with the smell of rain...

-Libera (Part I) – Saturnine Spheres-

Where white doves fall as hammers
And the wilted horses dream of lions

To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears
Rising red rosarium
Blossoming choirs
Beatitudes... Of the endless end
Where white doves fall

White doves fall as hammers
And the wilted horses dream of lions
Of the drapery, moth grey veils
Where the black winds rage

This is our end design
The war on all life
Of our mindless vessels
Death we breathe

Life's demise, mechanized end design
Far beyond our humanity
Our end design
To be erased from all time
Through the shadow of the valley of death
We bathe in blood

The saturnine spheres of fluttering wings
Dusted wombs
Upon the ebbing auras they feed
Drawn to life

Burning moths, we've set free
Illuminate the way
Across killing fields, once golden
What have we done?
What have we done?

One last time, upon the threshold
In our hands vultures wheel
As time swings the great pendulum
Dawn of the industrial dirge
Where pilgrims sing our fate
No more chances…are we too late?

Exiled voices
All of the one tongue
Words of extinction, chorus of truth

Life's demise, mechanized end design Far beyond our humanity
Our end design
To be erased from all time
Through the shadow of the valley of death
The same blood

-Libera (Part II) – Ascent Of Burning Moths-

[Instrumental]

-Intra Venus-

Ghosts of porcelain waste
The innocence in faith
Through translucent eyes
In shifting shades of pale upon pale
Writhing across the neverwhere

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
The wounds of life weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed

Of all the fragile, their desolate veins
Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering
Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing
Intra Venus quickens
A curse of life
Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer
They prey for blood, wretched are the gods
For the stillborn suns of never
They are the severed
The lifeline to end forever

Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement…intravenous
Descending liquid shadows, all entwining
Their distant sights weaving the loom
Dwellers in the deep... drift below

To the ferryman's drains
Seek a cure for the pain

The end of all we love and lust
In tainted flesh of doubt and corruption
Is it too late? Will death be my lover?
Will death be my lover?
And into ribs... crib, cradled, caressed
A moment between black talons, blessed
Consciousness, a breath... regret
Clarity come forth, is there salvation?

Haunting reflections of the mirrored void
Is this the end of everything we love?
Wounds of life wield the strength to rise
Dwellers in the deep, dream of hope, only hope

The end of everything we love
The end of everything we love

-Eyrie-

All veiled by sunlight
A murder for evenfall
Where a new dawn resides
Veiled by sunlight
All veiled by sunlight
Of gilded silhouettes
Where long shadows rise

As winds whisper, o' harbinger, lamenting twilight
All drowned within, cold stars ignite
The world closed its eyes

Of Lorelei
Dead dreams rising
Lost to a frayed dimension
And what lies beneath
The labyrinth within the sea
The black skies of twenty thousand leagues

Keelhauled and crippled
Tangled in misery
An abyss of dying dreams
Cascading delirium
Mirrored waters
Through oceans celestial
Time steals nostalgia
For only the pain is real

Of Lorelei
Dead dreams rising
Lorelei
Lost to a frayed dimension
And what lies beneath
The labyrinth within the sea
The black skies of twenty thousand leagues
Lorelei, memories in full sail, now cast away

Bathed in funereal starfall
This night, we drag the waters
The world opens its eyes
Where tides chase the dawn beyond

All veiled by sunlight
A new day to enslave our heartache
They are our shades and whispers
Sun-gilded silhouettes
Grief, a keepsake

-Urn (Part I) – And Within The Void We Are Breathless-

Nebulous skin of change reflecting
Seething dead eyes
Drowning within two black mirrors
The writhe of our stained-glass angels
Diaphanous
Pale tongues upon our spines
Behold, star-crossed, moribund
Fleeting, the fall… to our funeral

As moths' bleed from our wounds of faith
All light wanes
And upon our open palms are dreams of ash and ember

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure
And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

A crown of coal-black eyes, tendrils of shadow
Breathless, beloved, godless... we are home

Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure
And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered

And within the void we are breathless

-Urn (Part II) – As Embers Dance In Our Eyes-

Beneath aqueducts, anointed...
we transfigure
Within the void we are breathless,
we are delivered

Before the flame, we transcend
Bearing light in hues of sunrise
With devil'ed wings as wind torn shrouds
Faithless decadence

Together, forever... of all
Tomorrow, we dream no more
Our gods lay in quiescence
The end, true freedom
Baroque'n forms 'neath mourningstars
Where the moon will wither
Here, we are of the sun
We become the earth

Wounds of earth, purging fire… burning bloodstreams
Bereft of pulse and light
Crimson, gold, a new sun... empyreal
Crimson, gold, one last sun to ember

Dead seas of life
Dead seas of life

In shades of faceless grey, unto ashes
Our dying memories, our faded lives
Within this urn inversed, pain released
We are the ones that were, what once was