1. |
Hades
04:32
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Hades rules the land,
Molten rock breathes living sand.
By his might, the shadows formed to steel.
Mountains rise under his hand,
Seas of life pour over land.
By his might, the earth bled living hell.
The true creator, the divine hand,
Forging life, the air, the land.
By his might, the world grew in his grasp.
Overlord of all he reigned,
Phantoms harked all that he claimed.
By his might, the cosmos drew to him.
Six hundred years lasted his rule,
Unwavering was his command.
In his grasp, the earth bled living hell.
An eon now that time has lost,
Of fire and ash, supreme chaos.
In his grasp, darkness coalesce.
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2. |
Ancient Dawn
03:43
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This ancient dawn will herald new,
All that’s to come or shall ever be,
Spawned from this an empty sea,
Still hot from the fire underneath.
This barren dawn is seen by none.
The sea is blind to the sun.
Enter the cradle of life,
A silent home of impossible design,
Yet here we are against the odds of creation.
The candle burning low,
Perhaps it should have gone out years ago,
But here we are against the odds of creation.
Enter the cradle of life,
A silent home of impossible design,
But here we are against the odds of creation.
At last this sun finally sleeps,
And something stirs underneath,
For the land and its sea,
Are pregnant with all that will be.
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3. |
The Native and the Nomad
05:32
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I’ve seen the edge of the world.
As the clock ticks onward slowly and afraid,
The native lifts her head to relate.
Her history rich and full of hope,
With her weary eyes devoid and old as life.
She emerged born of chemicals and dust,
Preserved in the glowing ponds and lakes.
She was the first to see the ancient dawn emerge,
She has grown, she will die in the only place she knows.
Today she hangs onto life by a thread,
She’s exhausted her fertility.
But within her heart she knows that there’s peace,
Resting within her primal womb.
She gave us life,
She taught us hope,
She kept us home,
And she’ll die with us.
As summer turns to winter,
As night turns into day,
The moon the sun and the galaxy,
Will see us home.
And she’s seen the edge of the world.
As the clock ticks onward slowly still,
The nomad settles in to tell her tale.
She’s marked with protest and does not meet my gaze,
As if distracted by her very past.
On a cosmic horse she rode,
Adventures reaching far in all directions,
By chance she rode her horse straight into the ground,
Became stranded, deserted, never to roam again.
Over time she lost her memories.
Forgot about the place from where she came.
But for her the stars will hold a special place.
She’s consumed by a yearning to return.
She gave us life,
She taught us luck,
She left us home,
And she will abandon us.
As summer turns to winter,
As night turns into day,
The moon the sun and the galaxy,
Will see us home.
We are the keepers of this garden,
No matter what will happen or has been.
We heard the story of the native and the nomad,
But now only we’ll decide our fate.
And now we’ve seen the edge of the world.
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4. |
From the Depths
06:17
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Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far beneath the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep,
The kraken sleeps, faintest sunlights flee.
His shadowy sides above him swell,
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height,
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous, secret cell.
The kraken sleeps within the depths,
A figment of our own darkest visage.
For millions of years there he stirs,
Until from the depths, emerge.
Unnumbered and enormous polypi,
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There has he lain for ages,
And for ages he will lie.
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire heats the deep,
Then once by land he’s to be seen,
In roaring he will rise and on the surface...
The kraken sleeps within the depths,
A figment of our own darkest visage.
For millions of years there he stirs,
Until from the depths, emerge.
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5. |
My Toxic Halo
04:02
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This is my toxic halo,
Forged by the eons in thrall,
To the gods of opposition,
Carried forward by determination.
I am the bringer of a new era,
The harbinger of your demise.
Breathe it in, the production of the sun,
Lifted on a gentle virgin breeze.
Spread it ‘round, spread it ‘round the Earth,
A halo of my purity.
I nock the poisoned arrow,
And I wield the bow of extinction.
I am the bringer of a new era.
Breathe it in, the production of the sun.
Lifted on a gentle virgin breeze.
Spread it ‘round, spread it ‘round the Earth,
A halo of toxicity.
Breathe it in, the production of the sun.
Lifted on a gentle virgin breeze.
Spread it ‘round, spread it ‘round the Earth
A halo of my purity.
Breathe it in, breath it in, the corruption of the sun.
Lifted on a gentle virgin breeze.
Spread it ‘round, spread it ‘round the Earth,
A halo of toxicity.
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6. |
Shades of Blue
03:12
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Too much time at ancient cost,
Rivers rend through rain and frost.
All my dreams fulfilled,
Ghostly shadows cloak the hills.
You see my cyan dream,
Winter forest azure stream.
All my dreams fulfilled,
Ghostly shadows cloak the hills.
You see my cyan dream,
Winter forest azure stream.
Dwell upon the years that passed,
And paint yourself a life to last.
You see my cyan dream,
Winter forest azure stream.
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Another spring is here again,
The ghosts of winter turned and fled,
The season born a pure white canvas.
Her palette blue and brown and green,
To paint a world before it’s seen,
Those vivid eyes blink ever slow.
She was born in the shadow of her grave,
A distant relic of the ancient dawn.
In life she painted us a view into her world,
But now she’s gone,
And here we are.
Now is autumn of her days,
Depicting death and its decay,
Within the cycle of life renewed.
She was born in the shadow of her grave,
A distant relic of the ancient dawn.
In life she painted us a view into her world,
But now she’s gone,
And here we are.
The painter sleeps, but she left a vibrant grave.
The flowers that she planted sing a song.
The hilltops spreading mist upon her headstone.
The very season of her days now gone.
She was born in the shadow of her grave.
A distant relic of the ancient dawn.
In life she painted us a view into her world.
The season of her days will carry on.
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8. |
Collapse the Meteor
03:19
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9. |
Survive
04:17
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Tread open water,
Or bury your face in the sand.
Life is so fragile,
When we’re attuned with the land.
Oh, in the darkness to come,
We are strong and we will survive.
And at the edge of the world,
We are strong and we will survive.
When our home is,
Choked in the ash of the ground.
When the mantle,
Collapses upon all around.
We must grow to,
Conquer the the land and the sea.
We must now look,
To carve out our very own niche.
Oh, in the darkness to come,
We are strong and we will survive.
And at edge of the world,
We are strong and we will survive.
Oh, in the darkness to come,
We are strong and we will survive.
And at edge of the world,
We are strong and we will survive.
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10. |
Solar
01:10
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