The moments' repose Awoke eyes of ice In vision froze, froze The melting world All is around But within is barren, is barrenDrying the water Anchor me in ice Mirror of the reaper The arrow of my eyesSlow, beating pendulum Don’t measure time I’ll sink the heavens While reaching for the dawnSeven eyes sewn open, bestow As Above, So Below Water mirrors and the stillness grows Into Seven more (Unseeing) The bondage throneThe waves that shore Two thirsty hands Sewing a needle of blood To bind me To bind me Weaving the oceanThrough which I flood The heaven of blood To bind me I'm bound to Waves The waves of no shore Floods that sleeve The reach of the drought To bleed evermoreEmpty me Empty me Ash of the ocean (Sewing) To bind me (Sewing needle of drought) To bind me (Weaving) Weaving the ocean (Weaving pendulum)Hanging, weaving the ground A breathless fabric of floating ashes Tied, and then rewoundReigned (Weaved in the needle) The cycle turns around Air, burnt to ashen mountains (Weaving the ground) Swimming underground Pendulum Silent gavel (Of time) It’s burning in the skyBe not where you lay Lest the bond be broken Vanish where you stay Timeless in the well Lest the song is spoken Over for the sellEye of the cold Will scald in the fold Higher than lowDripping from the scene Lest the scalding ocean Is drowning all the trees Time to fall this cell Know the name of harrowed With it you’ll do wellThe crane that only felt Was never seen as spoken Its vanished from my self The tame you would arise Formulate the harrowed Vanish in the eye Vanish in the eyes Vanish from the skiesThe stain that only sees Crawl like rain Is only left through harrowed For disdain When practiced at the dreamWhen nothing left to see Naught to feign Call the name upon this floor Nor to drain Know that it is more And opened in the shallowsNone for sane When nothing could be more But for more When nothing could be more Burn the core You see the final shoreFrom before Bleed beyond the poor Last of lore Drip upon the floor Seen as more Vanish for the more Told it wellCalled beyond the well Then tore the shell Led beyond the chill When nothing held Stone the Moon as well But something fell For which you could have foundFloat the Moon as well Float the Moon as wellAll who strayed beyond the shadows Have nothing to disdain All that soared away from reason Were held aloft in sway All that’s widening the narrows Will crumble to decayLie of the sold (Lie of the sold) Would warm in the cold Desire will holdIf the motion Lied and light had froze Might of the fever Hold my eyes to knowDry the waves Anchor ice Mirror reaper Arrowed eyesAn ice of pieces Of what was once there The skin of being Flayed as though The airDry the land Anchor sand Mirror reaper Gallows stand Slow the heart Still the tide Sink the heavens From the skyAll that laid upon This hallowed yet crumbling domain All who strayed beyond the shadows Have nothing to disdainThis cycle thus froze When seeking a repose The thawing of peace Drips backward to the freeze Now motion lies still With naught left for the kill A fever long boiled And venom to recoilThe pendulum slowed Then stilled under the cold In absence he flies In presence we will writhe
Compositor(es): Adrian Guerra / Dylan Desmond / Erik Moggridge / Jesse Shreibman.
