Solar zenith long surpassed
The waning light in lunar path
Leads the westward lagging edge
In a crimson hue
While the few belabor still
The greater mass their bliss reveals
Credulous, indolent flesh
Dulled by time
An inevitable cycle structures fail to stand tall upon this broken Pendulum
Descend into the great fall with arms to govern and minds to crawl
Beneath this frame frail and small
Grinding teeth and cracking bones
Metal splinters and pins
Money to dust gold into rust
And everything in between will die with time
Industrial soil erosion craters fill with blood
"Bending thoughts to the sky
I choose the path my will to try,
And through it all the night."
Frozen seeds of finite thoughts barren in less minds.
The untilled planes of higher thought-a waste in midnight sky
Silver beams on eddied streams the foolish wish to cross
The arrogance of ignorance while another watches on
Days to weeks as months will span
[Lyrics: Losicco '95]
Atop The Highest Mountain, Across The Great Red Waste
Lies The Key To My Deliverance From This Mortal Plane.
The Radiance Of The Obelisk Sets My Eyes Afire
With The Dark Scenes Of Time Now Emblazed Upon My Mind.
As I Near The Ancient Shrine The Wind Screams Loudest Through
Hollow Trees Which Line My Way As If To Obscure My Path.
Yet This Cannot Be--For Being Part Of The Pale
The Timbers Flare At My Touch
Faster... footsteps fall upon Swain's lane
Echoing... the frenzied turn to flight
Alone.... Careless youths caution less
Indurate... the sallow will carries on
Hallowed grounds for a hallowed home
Deep Within the Highgate crypt
Privy by a chanced encounter fated by the glimpse
The bitter loss of innocence upon the crimson lips
Quicksilver To Ash
Daubed in darkest night
A pulsing brush of Vermillion
Spanning earth to sky
In molten flames of biting rock
From the earth within
A show of force unleashed on all
The Continuum Hypothesis
Countless years between the fated crossings
From the mighty threshold into time
Under the ice-blue glare of a star-filled night
Once again I had arrived...
Another point of transition, another's grand design
The endless quest of a darker mind
A skewed symbiotic voyage through the all
The legatee of a night much maligned
The End Of All
Blinding where it tore the sky and fell from cosmos grasp
Blinding where it fed the lust and steals the thought of man
Blinding where it seeds deceit in the waning lure of light
Blinding where it seals the fate - bringing the end of all!
Not to be heard, not to be seen another quest in darker dreams
A slate devoid of yesterday now makes his way
Deeper through the catching limbs the forest path seems closing in
Footsteps on the foreign trail fall by vestigial engram
The Nobility Of Night
A shadows retreat at first sign of light, the balefire slowly regains its glow
By the arrogance of another, so again burns the pride
Once more I ride!
"Be for me and only me.
Was what she said unto thee.
No go forth and saddle beast...
For tonight we strike!"
The Scarlet Thread
Hunting the hunters, the cold justice of wrath
Avenging those that strayed onto a darker path
Fallen lays another prize, this night-quest drawn to end
Disposing in a manner fit, with no hope to ascend.
Each day ends the same I follow through
The door my will alone conceives and yields to form
Retracing my life's strand through the naught
Where twisted colors taint the metaphysical hue
Under Starside Skies
Paces quicken in the sunless dawn, on the plains below
As terra shifts so does the night, unbound with no ray of hope.
Scatter, the wide array of a thousand harried souls
Dispersed throughout the lonely camp fleeing to their hold
From Aeries high in show of force so quickly do they come
To fall upon the weaker flesh and fell them where they run
Broken Shield of day, And so they carry on