Personnel:
Ian Conly // drums & percussion
Tim David // guitars
Isaac Trippet // guitars, bass, production

Lyrics:
I told my lies without the loss of a minute of sleep,
In the woods I find myself lingering;
Unhinge the shaded sky and take cover beneath,
I do not carve the words of god into my teeth.

I was drawn to the waters at the bend,
Fleeing from decaying footsteps in my head;
As a crane in flight, a martyr of the dead,
Betraying me in time, the earth will feed on my flesh.

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Cascade - Single

Cascade

Personnel:
Ian Conly // drums & percussion
Tim David // guitars
Isaac Trippet // guitars, bass, production

Lyrics:

A godless figure
Scream to the sky
Sing the ocean's tunes
This day I die

A forsaken friend spent his millennia here
A heathen in sovereignty, frozen in time

Stagnant waters rush between my toes
Deliver me from the torment
Banish the shackles that bind my feet
To the burning ground I am chained

An idol from the past saw calamity before it struck
And in abandonment would spare us all

A single tear runs down my face
Cascades across my flaking skin

I was and I am the final tempest
I breathe this autumn sky, which is my dusted cloak
I was and I am the martyr of emptiness
A vacant void which swells now folds, erasing the pock that is man

The Embers of Distress

Personnel
Ian Conly // drums
Tim David // guitar
Isaac Trippet // guitar, vocals, keys, composition, production, distribution
Cory Wolfe // bass, vocals

Act I [0:00 - 2:38]

We’re at the shores of time, our wings fall to our sides
Will we find a home amidst this dark, ancient cold

Lesser lived fragments of the once shattered dream
Play as notes in the melody of the hope that I used to keep

Act II [2:38 - 4:52]

Father told me to listen to the words of One
To repent my sins and give unto Him

Weep beside this oak, lend your tears to the bark
Cry a silent storm as draws near your doom

Act III [4:52 - 8:42]

Keep your eyes trained closely
On these movements made in haste
Weaponizing thought into fire
Until all has been erased
This flame, a candle at the base of the bonfire
The caricatures of gods lit the dusk of man

A dirge shatters the morning, the pallor ivory white
Of your stone dead prophet, his wrists drained cold
Wounds as jagged as the mountains etched in holy skin

In the mire of tears descends
An overseer of torment
											
I saw the nightfall, a chalice of vapor
Poured into my soul, the onyx embrace
A phantasma’s mist graced my shoulder

Shone in rays on my face, the beauty of the burning sun

Act IV [8:42 - 14:02]

The crest breaks at the dawn
Seething in the wake of ebony tide
Drift away in the quiet waters
Lose your face and drown with the others

An oceanic grievance drew me to the sands below
Damn thyself not to the agony of ebony tides

I see your suffering, I see your regret
But it is my place to rest with the Drowned

'Tis a place of torment, a torture beyond eternity
Scars lain deep, join us not, the Drowned

I will leave you be, oh Drowned
To sink without my presence

The boughs of these hills sing their longing to me

Banality