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1. Awaken The Deadlights


Set the captives free
let them walk along the brightest highway
without fear of being ensnared
keep the rivers of light flowing

Screams from beneath the arid plains
a desert of souls in decay
dwelling below this parched landscape
you'll find me;

Armed with a flaming sword
awakening the Deadlights
rising with the Morning Star
for I have become the War

The ghosts beneath our feet retract
a release from the darkness cometh!
Like an all consuming fire
hunting its elusive prey

Arm the flaming swords;
Awaken the Deadlights

Rise, Morning Star!
For We have become the War

Arm the flaming swords;
Awaken the Deadlights


2. Through Chasms


As armoured serpents prowl
leeching from the vulnerable ones
through subterrannean paths
in the kingdom of sewers

The venomous hosts parade
displaying a smorgasbord of illnesses
skeletons beneath dust piles rejuvenate

On their breath: the waste of moths
blood spiralling in retrograde,
into collapsed veins
what have I awoken, what have I invoked?

GLEAMT THE MANIC MONSTER
SHINING THROUGH BLOODSTONE FISSURES
HEAR THE JACKALS GATHER
HOWLING THEIR BLOODSOAKED VISIONS

Pernicious thoughts ravage my mind,
how soon before it takes action?
While murderous waves flood my sight...
the velvet shroud descends...

Less than refuse
addicted, I can't stop breathing in your sweet suffering
smearing bitterness across your skin
the embodiment of refusal

Dancing backwards in the waiting room
embrace the reversal of joyfulness
clambering through chasms of distended despair
the velvet shroud descends...

I can't control what reigns me,
I am the snake inside me!

Obscene as cancer, upon innocent tongues.

A phantom presence is always on haunt
to get its claws upon my flesh and bone

Monstrous and merciless the vulture may strike
When the dusk of the soul pulls me deeper in the night

I can't control what reigns me,
I am the snake inside me!

Convicted, or condemned?
the velvet shroud descends...


3. Forgotten Wasteland


Re-igniting the flames of the past, as my eyesight is darkening
such a beautiful life, is it not? A burden I never chose to bear...
hear the echoing drone of the dull, as my eyesight is darkening,
winter birds throw themselves from the sky,
autumn leaves stacked like graves just unearthed,
waiting for a new life to be birthed, such a beautiful world, is it not?
Vines hanging from forest canopies, descending like nooses from the trees..
like nooses from the trees, an adoration
only one escape is not to breathe,

only one way trains leave from this station,
and the dead they may sing
sing with elation,

...gaining such little warmth from the sun,
as it dimly reflects from the moon,
in the fear of complete solitude,
in the fear of a life isolated,
someone's sweet caress never to come
gaining such little warmth from the sun...

With every friendship, there's another foe
With every tombstone, there's another birth
In every dewfall, there's another cold
In every daybreak, I'm getting so old,

so old and the night descends like another nail
into the casket, waiting in a forgotten wasteland.

Never to be found.


4. Tortured Vocation


The dark and restless mills procreate
Cauldrons manufacture latent chemiclouds, in the doldrums
To create a noxious membrane, for the leaden athmosphere to swell
A veil of ashen wings obscures the ghost of the sun

At the hand of malediction
Forged by hosts, intent on extinction...

The battledrum of oiltanks resounds through armouries
In secluded depths of a stagnating sea

A tortured vacation
Through corroded framework
Staring through spiderwebs of napalm aflame
Scarab munitions in felled pylon forests
Clambering beneath the rootwork of bane,

Venomous hosts parade, in conflagration
Below the septic stratosphere,
That chokes the dead starless sky...

Mercurion termites erupt from chromesoil
Ravaging a land in plague
From the infertile dungeons to the wasteland above
scavenging the wold endlessly
Acerbic aphids rain upon the scorched city
(We are the) mis-shapen miscreants collapsed
At the Great Altar Of Decay...

A cavernous haunt, dried up as the lakes
As ionization towers stir the clouds
With fervent wings of corrosive fate

A hail of digital sparks, racing through blinding passageways
Upon the winds of incendiarism, rideth a carriage of abrasive pains


5. Apophis


Skydragons 'neath mooncrescent trails through thermosphere
Sanguine threads of the universe, presents auroral blaze
striking blades of piercing light
through dismal greys of ash and fog
distant Andromeda retracts on star and wave
burst into aether lumeniferous decline
Iapetus blinks a pending extinction
as light and dark sides oscillate
Fomalhaut, our guiding star
flickering upon its wand'ring lead...

[APOPHIS:]
Fires storm the moon...
as Luna leaves her orbit
and slips into the grey...
the great dead distance

For the light that now reaches us has long been extinguished
as the universe is gasping, and fading
the cold, emptied, shelled frameworks of the nebulous orbs
gliding like smoldering embers in the spiritless void
all that is left is the ghostly echoing dirges
of failed stars
carried in the dust from cosmic winds
to our deaf sphere hanging in the heavens; effaced
flickering upon its wand'ring lead...

[APOPHIS:]
Fires storm the moon...
as Luna leaves her orbit
and slips into the grey...
the great dead distance

[TOUTATIS:]
I Have Come From The Stars,
and to the Stars I Shall Return


6. Kerith Ravine


Sword aflame!

In the caves I'll be dwelling, dreading the light
the ravens will feed me, the river will bring me might

In the Kerith Ravine that lies to the east
when the well becomes dust and a dry fallen leaf

A diet of sticks brought from dying widows
as an insect army writhing in its death throes
To the house that fell ill but revived its Son:
may the clouds radiant bring their rain...

Beneath the caverns of phosphorescence
in the streams of black inferno
lurk the disfigured cadaverous ones
in the fathomless depths of the bleak

Sharing love and lament
flaunting gifts on death row

I'll commune with those bored of existence
assigned and commissioned to the Highest Order of Black Holes
The Order of Black Holes

When chaos comes to claim its offspring
I'll arm the flaming swords!

So chaos, come forth and claim your children...

CHAOS COME AND CLAIM YOUR CHILDREN


7. The Pendulous Blade


The charcoal haze at 3 a.m
and the humming of cities in sleep
distant sirens as violins
cavort with the harps of the sea

Figures drift past broken windows
framed pictures stare in painless disfigurement
freedom's breeze howling past in mockery
here, reaching beyond reflections,
into eroded essence; this reticent departure!

The cruelest waves of white noise
obstruct what is out of reach
bells in the fog, the fog of static
lament in disharmony...

I am the phantom of this cold tower
trafficking sentience through black hallways
speaking to angels caressing the forgotten
forever evading the pendulous blade


8. Magnolia


I held the keys, I saw the lock,
Had every chance to throw open the gates
You'd let me in,
You'd let us in
the hopes and visions in the mist
and youthful dreams were inbetween
the slipping grip of a shaken angels hands

The temple of disaster held
a grievance never aired

We thought you saw the full moon,
but all you saw was the crescent,
every precious plan and mission
cast to sacred ascent

Behind the veil of opalescence
was a setting sun
Below the gleam of morning gold
the pools of ebony grew

How I sought oracle of the heavy dews
to return you with every Arch Of Rain...
only to grasp the light again

Until our colours fade
may the sky be stained and the wind scream out your name
in your comet's trail

the clarity of memory
ghostdancing in the fields of fall
Lights; blinding radiant
a silhouette in graceful glow

Resonating rays of summer gold
yell from mountains to ravines
above the frozen heights to lakes in wait
now maybe we'll see, beyond...
Mortality, in a kingdom,
More vast than the cosmos

How I sought oracle of the heavy dews
to return you with every Arch Of Rain...
only to grasp the light again

Even faded sparks
can light a thousand hearts

Until our colours fade
may the sky be stained and the wind scream out your name
in your comet's trail
(to grasp the light again)

When you crashed to emptiness
all the starry eyes you left in the eclipse
for one who burned so pale

Reaching the arch of rain
grasping the light again


9. La Fin Absolue Du Monde


[Instrumental]



10. Watchtowers


Mis-shapen forms malign the horizon
congregate; the hapless orphans of the soul
crippled by silence yet woven together
parading in the shadow of fear

Standing in the halls of degeneration
walls and marbled arches recapturing
artifacts of our decrepit civilisation
antiquated barracks in a funeral world

The Watchtowers are documenting our downfall
making sure every move is archived
there's no motive to interrupt the power struggle
apathetic ones who wait the course of time

Chased around the streets
caught in the crossfire
targeted by hostiles
waiting behind the stones...

On the ground evading the helicopters
flying through the fog of our burning skin
arterial blood in the mortar
human suffering linked to the monarchs throne

Broken transmissions glitch
through tumultuous wet-wired abyss
failed broadcasts of voiceless breath
trailing after distant flares
pilot lights are the radar eyes
hovering above the junkyard automatons
raging through the dismal emptiness
cavorting in a state of disrepair

We've been chased around the streets
caught in the crossfire
targeted by hostiles
waiting behind the stones...

In a stronghold of iron and steel
leering atop the cliffs
industrial angels with ashen halos
peer into a void of life's emptied orifice

Dreams into dust
surrounded by cold towers
firelight in window eyes
pierce into my body

Breaching the borders of abandoned cities
occupying deadzones and expanding ground zero
poised to create our own imprisonment
though fires still burn in the window's eye...

Futile is the fight of a forgotten ideal

A feast upon static beneath the commotion
deafened by revolving white noise loquacity
reported to an empire of erratic execution
discarded in chambers beyond clandestine gates

Chased around the streets
caught in the crossfire
targeted by hostiles
waiting behind the stones...

In a stronghold of iron and steel
leering atop the cliffs
industrial angels with ashen halos
peer into a void of life's emptied orifice


11. Multiplex


See us stand mesmerised? No!
Orange limbs on parade soaked in red light
In the court of Cain's disciples
backs adorned with golden knives

I see them dancing with the dead,
forcing smiles and covering flesh with paint

Yes! They rot!
Yes, they are decomposing!

Let the sewers open
the gaping mouth of great seduction

Sorry, I ain't that victim!
You nameless slaves to hedonism;
You're cowering in your dreams
as you drown in your own liquids

Feather boas on dressed up snakes
piercing hearts with a poisoned stake
glitters fly into the nightsky
brown noses lined with white
narrated by ten thousand lights...
and endless shrieks through the night

Toxaemia inbuilt
to erroneous bloodlines.

The energies in my mind are frothing chemicals, septic slime!
Sketching out amidst the invisible torturers that fly
upon the fossilised air
constructed in the terminal lairs...

The Sewersaints are preaching virulent destinies
in Refuse Cloisters echoing venereal prophecy

Dystopian terrains,
masked with decadent sounds
lurking in silence are
the nanotech feeding grounds!

Sorry, I ain't that victim!
You nameless slaves to hedonism;
You're cowering in your dreams
as you drown in your own liquids

Reports through tormented wires
to the terrible squadrons
motorized to terminate
an expendable mass with
no spirit left to fight

Surplus denizens, exceeding capacity
spiritless disciples of maniacal machinery

Through our weaknesses the conscience is seared
to a world unfolding lunatic nightmares


12. A Dying Light


In the night I spoke your name in a whisper
you replied with a thundering animosity
it was so intense I couldn't hear...
will you please come again

Ears rupturing at the message
such a heavy blessing, it almost cursed

My blood expelled from my weakening veins
will you accept my hollow shell,
attacked by the inane.

Never wanted to match your splendor
a thought so unfathomable,
laughter and tears in the same motion
this jester has left your courts
for a short while, proved to be far too long
Will you accept my hollow shell
attacked by the inane
rotten scowls of impiety
virtue taken as hoax
cackling beneath the shelter of disguise
so deadly....

Trickery through false emotion,
witchcraft by flattery
lights are dimmed, and candles they burn...

This spark will fade in the end..
This spark is fading...

Haze...wax like tears
pools of paraffin reflecting a dying light

teasing the darkness to conquer.



Steve Boag — Bass
Corey Friedlander — Drums
Ross McDougall — Guitars
Trajan M. Schwencke — Guitars
Sean O'Kane Connolly — Vocals


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