1. I Was Promised A Hunt

[part III - ...and the holy cunt spewed forth abomination]

To turn back at the threshold of salvationTo erase ones name from the book of life

To delve deep into the heart of the darknessFor a truth one could never find

I want nothingAnd in return give all

Until all is nothingAnd nothing all

I know that to act is pointlessAnd pointlessness holy

I cast grain in unclean groundAnd see potential drowned

I see youI feel youI hear youI smell youI taste you

You are as clearAs crystal

You are as darkAs blood

You are as beautifulAs a blazing flame

You are as unforgivingAs frozen ground

Your are as fleetingas a gust of wind

[part II - wielding the hammer of the dead]

I am carried forthBy a great windA powerful tug

At the strings of my heart

That urges me onwardThrough the listless times

And shields me from its foetid grime

Wind blowing, moon glowing, the owl goes byI cradle this fear deep within my heart

I gaze upon the forests of the great divideAnd ask myself: “Am I ready now, to depart?”

But for all its blessing and all its giftsThe unrelenting waves of the world set me adrift

And when at night the spirits are roiling through the skyI wish for wings so I could join their lawless ride

But unseen hands grasp toward my throatI feel their horrid warmth as the sun does rise to gloatDefiant I remain and (even though) I lost all that I had

I greet the dawn with the hammer of the dead

For ever present is the song of my salvationAnd my words were never meant for you to hum

And even though my voice is choked with JoyMy song is a call for Grief to come

[part I - upon the aimless path]

To die is to learn a wisdom shinyA wealth of ruby revelation

That the well of endless desperationStill hides, in deep blue glow,

All that was ever ours to know.

And so we set forth on an aimless pathThe horizon, a whore, pregnant with repudiation

We carry on in indignant illuminationEver onward, with blood-stained skin,

til the inception of the End’s Begin

The fortitude of the anti-currentIs in the blood we bleed

To share in your painOh thou perfected nameless flame

We call thee by thy first given nameVicious love so hungry and filled with ire

my god is a consuming fire, a jealous God.

[prologue]

The fragrance of tomorrowAnd tomorrow and tomorrow,Incremental in our purpose

Toward nothing we are aiming,We are slipping, sliding, drowning and fighting

On a desperate and holy road

We shatter the boundaries before usBrothersSisters

In the solitude of godAnd the waters of nothingness

A constant reminderThat we

AreNowhere

2. The Lullaby Of The Burning Boy

restless child, fitful sleep(ever) in the throes of your heart’s wildest dreamsdon’t bow, don’t turn around, don’t ever look back

(but) prepare now your blade for the night’s sweet huntreckon with your inner fears, bury deep the tears, crying is for later

and later is for sleeping

insomnia’s twisted child, wakeful till the dawnever trembles the hand of the one who carries God

restless child, fitful sleepcrawl into your sorrow

ah, sorrow

puncture your eyescut off your earspull out your hair

and become once more yourselfin the night’s hungry dark

3. …if Not A Vessel?

What am I if not a vessel?A voice to speakhands to grasp

And feet to wanderunto the void surrender

(And) to set a watch, a tower and a foolA new clear mind to school

If not with your words, then why so loudly call?If not within your palm, then where so deeply to fall?

If not your motion and solemn danceinspire this journey

Then why journey? Why, at all?

I bleed from cuts to the heartCringe from stabs to the brainMy soul is a model of your art

it is Enveloped in beautiful pain

You are doubt and therewith separationI am the servant wandering from station to station

You are the wine in my water, the bread in my stoneYou are the salt in my wounds, the flute in my bone

GreatnessPowerGlory

RedshiftBlack holeWhiteout

4. In The Loving Arms Of Lunacy's Secret Demons

I can feel the hot air about my skinyour breath, liquid steel, suffused with sin

I drown in the noxious, bilious, secretions of your lovelungs filled with the feathers of a black dove

“Oh you greatest of loversNo iron shirt will avail you tonight”

The Wheel of Sufferingit spins and spins

rats leading, piper followsand from deep within the weeping cunt

life is forever shunned

“Oh you greatest of loversNo iron shirt will avail you tonightfor molten rock follows our stride

We ride, yes, we ride!”

I light your fireI destroy your heavenI recreate your world

I now add the 1 to form the 11

Small steps at firstbut ever faster go the feet that move the burning boy

he is pacing through a thousand dreamsand nothing may break his stride

and dreams begin to form,from beyond a shape can be seen

a nightly, stark, gaunt figurehovers among the stars that mock useven as we dream to attain their shine

5. Dance Of The Elements

6. White Storm Of Teeth

[Intent]

[I]

I rip through the chains of Marsastride his mare and roan

(as) war bellows blazing free

[II]

that rock,that vicar

and that flower

today I'll put them to sleep

[III]

Your wings have risen up against my foesand Your winds blow into my sail

and set me upon this path of burning thornsthat bends as the Devil's tail

[IV]

open heartclosed eyes

trembling hands tear apart the chain

[V]

what saint's decreecan hold me back

now that Your name is known to me?

[VI]

"for Your chants to reverb on the walls of my mind,their truth diligently unfurled,

for the Living Death in grotesque glory to walk,from my dreams into the world"

[Preparation]

[I]

a bony handupon my shoulder

leads me from day into night

[II]

and from the voidinto the air

I follow you sleepily

[III]

from the airto the sea

I follow you uncertainly

[IV]

from the seato the earth

I follow you determinately

[V]

through the earthinto the fire

I follow you confidently

[VI]

from the fireinto the void

I follow you eternally

[VII]

within the godheadwithin the abyssand from on high

I reach down into the world

[Transcritical Bifurcation]

[I]

I am thrustthrough the air,particle swarm,gaining speed,friction builds

I am perceived,I go where gravity wills

[II]

The sky it yieldsbefore my fall,an empty husk,I am fulfilled,

and filled with raina falling moon

I neither wax nor wane

[III]

as fiery birdscrumble and die

in the wake of wings,scorching aether,

I come alongI land in salt

(to be) neither psalm nor song

[IV]

at grotesque speedI break the glass

I am moved through,soul torn apart,

blackthorn wreathlungs fill with brine

as I slowly slip beneath

[V]

a deep blue glowof endless chance

sends up its hands,grasping claws,

tendrils boreinto my skin

(and) replace what was before

[VI]

I am reassembledthrough witching love

sirens calland pass me by,my ears burst

with the force of Deaththat stills my endless thirst

[VII]

it seems as thoughthe open sea,endless void,

pregnant with rage,impedes my birth

forever lostI set my nails into earth

[VIII]

as I writheover scaly stonecoral of blood,exquisite pain,

there's not a soundawake I dream

that I'm absorbed in ground

[IX]

I become awareof intense force

choking my lungs,halting my pulse,drowning in mireI pass, like night,from soil into fire

[X]

I grasp and reachfor nothingnessa final death,

so loved not mourned,a final test

a break of lawsat His enduring behest

[XI]

chaotic swirlof ravenous flame

nuclear decay,dead atom-sphere,

unleash helland from this point

time has nothing to tell

[XII]

among melting stonemy skin retreats

magnesium bites,white storm of teeth,

into my soulcarbon to ash

I am swallowed hole

[XIII]

I fall intothe spaceless spacethe timeless timethe endless end

neither here nor thereabove or below

into the night I go

7. Tabula Rasa