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A man stares up to the sky and beholds a brilliant past
Skyward towards the height’s eternal reach; a clarity at long last understood
He sees all who came and all who have foregone
all whom have full-stood and all whom have withdrawn
A thousand stars paint an eternity, a forbearing of the full scope of the mind’s reach
He travels on with his further reach equipped with the tools to go forward
Nothing obscured and with his new competence he overcomes all the unforeseen
With a strength of two thousand he hurdles forth and forth; all with no fear of disaster
A focused mind, the height at his side; he bursts his own world asunder
From his new height he spirals from the sky - beyond ground-ward faster he goes
Like a ship long now sunk, with a compass long fucked; still convinced it knows its true path
Any attempt to stop his spiraling hastens his deeper descent
Surrounded by those who would raise him way beyond the ground - any attempt is faced and met with his own arrogance
A man stares up to the sky and he beholds a brilliant past
A man stares up to the sky but he sees truly nothing at all
A man stares up to the sky
But he sees truly nothing at all (2x)
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When was I was a child I dreamed of the things I’d do
The things I’d see and goals I’d achieve
I walked the paths of my ancestors, they walked beside
A thousand choices before me, no endings in sight
I heard the voices on the wind, they pointed the way
But life can be hard when you are young, when you are young
So many different paths to choose from, to choose from
I lost my way when I was young, when I was young
Forgotten and afraid all I could do was carry on
Looking back that child is dead, buried and gone
Looking back since then what have I done, what have I done?
Looking back no battles have I fought, no honor won
Looking back what great deeds have I done?
What songs shall be sung?
Growing up in the forests of iron, no more did I dream but the voices still spoke
No longer did I listen, no longer did I hear
Through mountains of glass across the streams of cement
The path lay ahead yet I wandered away
To gold and to silver, drawn to obey
To greed and desire I lost my way
Strayed so far, so far away
The path that I walk, I walk it alone
I take what you have, I reap what you’ve sown
Lost in this life, every bad choice I choose
Nothing matters now I have nothing to lose (2x)
But life can be hard when you are young, when you are young
So many wrong paths to choose from, to choose from
I lost my way when I was young, when I was young
Forgotten and afraid, now all I can do is carry on
And then I grew old and realized I’d lived my life in fear
Ridden the storms of chaos thinking I could steer
And then I grew old and realized I’d lived my life in fear
Giving in to despair was easier than fighting to get clear
Racing to the end I trample those in my way
I still hear the voices yet I can't tell what they say
Eyes closed, every wrong choice I choose
Nothing matters now I have nothing to lose (2x)
Staring back I recoil in horror, the path that I’ve walked on covered in bones
Looking down I realize I know them, they were my ancestors who pointed the way
Gone are their voices, their faces fade away, cold becomes the air, dark becomes the day
Looking up I suddenly see a woman half flesh, half bone staring down at me
Standing before the throne of beauty and of bone
I gaze in despair as the truth is laid bare
Two halves upon a throne her face of beauty and of bone
A mirror for her eyes in reflection my disguise (2x)
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The Fated Prophecy
07:05
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Deserted cities, abandoned towns
Desolate settlements draped in moldering gowns
Decaying vistas for days on end
Descrying tomorrow, mankind's descent
Deleterious march, to change, not to hold
Degeneracy rampant, from coast to addled coast
We sit on the edge of the line
Will we lose control
See their fingers scraping at the skies
While the rest drown below
Drowning below
Signs of ailing, signs of weakening
Gaïa screams but the Earth is deaf to her cries
Surface failing, cancer, weaklings
Bite hand that feeds in ignorance
Ignorants
Sheep in herds
Yet their shepherds are the ones who stray
Deserted cities, dilapidated towns
Desolate settlements, where rot abounds
Rot
Mutilation, molestation
Gaia wails as her lifeblood slowly depletes
Revelation, revolution
Raise a clenching fist in defiance
Defiant
Never bent
The sacrifices will be well worth the rewards
Rewarded
Sheep in herds
Still their shepherds carry on and stray
Decaying vistas, weeks into months
Descrying tomorrow, of man, devoid
Deleterious march, thrown all away
Decivilization imminent, cannot be kept at bay
The putrid fumes will overtake
(The night sky rid of stars)
Leave desolation in their wake
(All life burned to the ground)
When all the wells have been bled dry
(No more crops to reap)
Cancerous leech, at last, will die
(The fated prophecy)
In hibernation Gaia lies
(Under thick sheets of ice)
From her ashes, she will rise
(Soil, keeper of the roots)
Forests now grown through the debris
(Asunder, stone and steel)
Their boughs and bark, the Sun will see
(The fated prophecy)
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Of Stone & Gathering
06:42
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And in snow upon the stone
A pyre to bring the sky the dead
And in ash upon the stone
Memories of Decembers past
You and I all. You, I, we all
Dream of hymns in winter warm
You and I all. You, I, we all
Dream of hymns in warm winter
I in her empire; you, I, we all
Ever unturned here
Wilderness king, wilderness queen
The call of bones, the rain of seasons
The song of stone and gathering, here
Every old forest that has writing in its past inherits our dreams; arrows made from its fallen fly truer than any history we could write. It’s an enchantment born not of fighting but of long years in wait and of the sanctity of vows to the land. A hymn of every language sounds across her empire; fragments of old civilizations shine as one mosaic as we gather and sing in the harvest. For that which we once gained and have now lost is never lost, for it can be found again in silence, in solace, in the void, among the trees.
Ruins lay on one side; glorious, they feed the spirit, the spirit (2x)
The fruits of a people whose heavens bore summers
Whose season calls, whose seasons calls
The fruits of a people whose heavens bore summers
Whose season calls through autumn’s lowing
Whose victories lay before you
Victories that stand as ours
An offering in shining knotwork
And stand as ours if them we wish to reap
Join what heralds vernal thunder
Reap the sun at summer’s height
Sing the burning autumn’s harvest
Breathe the air at winter’s heart
Of stone and gathering (4x)
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A Diadem of Twilight
08:22
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One day I will find the ashes of my past.
Seeking all that binds my loss and memory.
A feral presence loomed in the edges of time.
Seeking, waiting, wandering under a boreal light.
Fires cascade in ebon hues, beckoning the dawn.
Robed in twilight I issued forth, bearing myself undone.
Fear, I knew it's face in twilights fading rays
I cast away my pain and gave into my fate.
I cast forth the the raiment and I sought a deeper knowledge
Pathways hewn amongst the stars, their diadems agleam.
Mayhap in the twilight folds, I may find my calling.
I issue forth my hail, my scarlet blood and blessing.
One day I will find the ashes of my past
Seeking all the binds my loss and memory.
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The Circle
07:36
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Four fetid skulls arranged within a circle
Yellowed bone adorned with charred ashes
Marking each with a symbol which denotes a life well lived
or hollowly done
It is not for me to say it's why I bring them here
That the mistress might appear and assign them value
A fifth skull is required to complete the circle
Should the mistress approve and see the ritual renewed
The air grows cold the sign of her approach she comes eager this night
Floating just above the ground she glides towards me
Nothing more than a mask and a crimson cloak
She comes to view my baleful gift
She looks to me with expectation I present two open palms
There is nothing in the satchel her visage changes to perplexion
I unclasp my cape, I present my throat
I have found and give to her the fifth skull
Sorcery is in my blood I cling to the laws of chaos
Blind we become if so fortunate are we
Shielded from the origins of the chaos we crave
Peering into the chasm which splits the heavens in twain
Discipline creates everything, unimpeded lawlessness
Pouring from the chasm, careening to earth
Temet Nosce 4x
You are a follower yearning to be a creator
What are you going to do?
I am a crimson cloak enveloping dark nothing
I know you see it too
Temet Nosce 2x
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Solace of the Void Oshawa, Ontario
Created in 2015 by Michael Grund (Hexenklad, Battlesoul, SIG:AR:TYR) & John Chalmers (Hexenklad, Pagan Ritual), Solace of the Void is a journey into solitude & uncertainty which mixes everything from black metal to dark mystical folk with moments ranging from absolute serenity to outlandish symphonic bombast. This ambitious effort sees 20 Canadian metal musicians collaborating over a 4 year period ... more
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