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Watcher By The Threshold
04:06
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These Spirits Listen
05:59
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2. These Spirits Listen
Crystalline halos
Of boiling tumult
Miasmal auroras
Of crashing turmoil
Upon which floats man
Atop the flesh of trees
Crowning dismal spheres
Impenetrable dark
Into yawning
Mouths which swallow
Mighty mountains
Silent waters
Veiled shadows
Deep recesses
Far beyond realms
Man inhabits
Spirits of
The vasty deep
Where time regresses to prehistory
And delicate sprites float ethereally
Glimmering with a celestial light
Their vestigial eyes bereft of sight
Bestial visages adorned with jewels
Enthrallingly garish to moribund fools
Who've seen the light in their darkest hour
Before ragged jaws part and devour
When I call
From the vasty depths of the sea
These spirits listen to me
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The Violet Hour
06:14
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3. The Violet Hour
Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light
Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight
Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose
Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robes
Decaying leaves and soil bestow a blanket from the cold
The trees howl from a forest immemorially old
Her mind a glassy lake, serene in her inky stasis
The wind etches no ripples across her still consciousness
Her breath's burning clouds
Waking eyes enshroud
Her soul in twilit limbo, prostrate on the forest floor
Wandering in silence crepuscular corridor
Sweet music has soured
The Violet hour
Entombed in shining darkness, trapped in radiant abyss
Condemned to meander through a world of indistinctness
In this Violet hour
Enswathed in ashen grave cloth, enwreathed in pallid womb
Senses overtaken by the silence of her woodland tomb
Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light
Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight
Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose
Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robes
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City of the Immortals
05:54
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4. City of the Immortals
I, servant of Diocletian
Heard from a dying man
Of a city built by a river
Which makes men immortal
I wandered day and night, as my body burned with thirst
I looked on blackened sands and beheld the fevered moon
I ventured forth to burning lands
Dwelling of the serpent eaters
Leading my men into whited death
Garamants and cursed augyls
Claimed many with magic and madness
Until I stood alone as one
Inverted staircases leer vexatious in the murk
Standing after Homer had forgotten his famed work
Ancient cenotaph to life's mocking futility
Nothing left but reflection throughout eternity
Gazing as the heavens turn
In transcendent reverie
Subvert the body's mastery
Solid flesh to burn
Rain and tears traverse fissures
Gazing past both time and space
A wizened and decrepit face
Carved by untold years
Infinity is unfurled
I am god, I am hero
And I am philosopher
I am demon, I am world
This palace is
A fabrication of the gods
The gods who built it have died
The gods who built it were mad
Architecture sordid and misleading galleries
Claustrophobic nightmare wandering stone arteries
Antediluvian antiquity manifest
Atrociously interminable, Complexly senseless
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5. River, Breeze, Soil and Flame
When Hades reclaims his radiant queen
The land's transcendent splendour can no more be seen
And the grim, despondent mountains rail
At the valley's lustre, bright yet frail
A sea of cadaverous drear lies replete upon the land
Fell omens arrive on the breeze
From frozen lands over the seas
Flowers hang their ashen heads
The last embers of summer are dead
The stream’s whispers no longer heard
The sun left to carrion birds
The trees weep auburn tears to the ground
Their skeletons mark a burial mound
Soil chokes with feculent ire
Golden crackle of funeral pyre
Robes of ivory enshroud the pines
Winter’s crown of icicles shines
River, breeze, soil and flame
Life is a crying shame
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