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Deep in the snarls of root and bog
With no bearing or way to know home
when you’re lost, it’s you you’ll find
and the horror of your throne
Distant green haze offers no direction
light only extant as homogenous ooze
alone in the forest a cliche of madness
slave to the rise and the fall of the moon
When will the prince become a king?
or maybe an old man cursing the passing of time?
Ha ha ha ha!
All of us circling prowling the trees
grey eyes of ash laughing at me
A thousand seeds, a thousand hairs and eyes
cast their silent gaze upon the stranger
silver streaks of hazel whip at flesh
in rage I shout you think of me as nothing!
Creatures big and small flee from me
the hunter scented beast - the enemy
a hooded figure glows and
halts beneath the spectral trees he slowly turns, and who do I see?
Far in the depths of root and bog
With no bearing or way to know home
when you’re lost, it’s you you’ll find
surrender to your throne!
Then I was prince
Now I am King
Beware the old man…
This is my time
Mountains of ash watch me rise!
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Slow is the step of the land
Way out in the folds of the earth
Rolling and twisting in the fall
Quickly to rise up once again....
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Interlude II
01:12
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Crystal towers that wax and wane
through the hissing wind and rain
burning flashes jump the lines
charging fury breaks the sky
Rusted, grey or blackened forms
paternal they stoop above
fingers offering the breeze
wires to tense and then release
Every man in every house
fed with power they could not dream of
Bolted steel all rutted, posted, stamped by nation
formed creatures over town and dale they creep
turning, twisting, starting over field and fountain
idyll of better times watching o’er the mountain
L2, L5, breaking forms from metal grids
every culture has its numbers
coded in its infastructure
coded in electric slumber....
Conquering the land, mapping every shore
boundaries are claimed by the steel armed sect
beautiful they are, like only ugly creatures
who stick around long enough can one day be.
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Coming through the molten night
those whispers at the gate
at graven tree I ‘wait the call
its shadows cast so long
Only dark will see us now
in our sleep we burn like fire
peeled back layers of broken time
crushed skins with such desire
Only dark will see us now
in this sleep we watch the fire
burning almost everything
leaving just this stubborn flower
Above it all I feel no thing
a calmness and an ennui
yet beating still consumes in me
t’is the purest synchronicity
Only dark will see us now
here I cannot stop the fire
Only dark can see us now
no one will ever stop this fire
Morning so blue, uncloaks my world....
Calling through the molten night
I heard you at the gate
we could have burned all before
our power so old and long…
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