Transcension Abstract

Behold! A world burning with grace,
Faces and images displaced.
I can't counteract the parasite intact,
Bodies dissolving without intellect.
We must grow from this tangent,
A planet becoming complacent.
Clawing away at the walls,
Bracing myself before I fall.

We fall
We Rise
Burning then healing,
We're scarred, but keep on walking
We suffer
We recover
Our bodies may break,
But if we give up, we know what's at stake.

Fuck this! Forsaken realm,
I will not let myself become held,
Inside these incarcerating perimeters,
Especially when the taste of bile still lingers.
I acknowledge, but won't comply,
When I'm invited with enticement inside.
I rather steer the wheel and flip this vehicle,
Then engage with the facade of a fable.

We fall
We Rise
Burning then healing,
We're scarred, but keep on walking
We suffer
We recover
Our bodies may break,
But if we give up, we know what's at stake.


We Fall

Let the skin fall, your essence peel,
A revolution restarts, Time to feel what's real
If you look behind, you see the highway of monuments.
Shaking hands grow cold, Let the new warmth become development.

Terrified of ending to conceive a new beginning
Look into the reflection, tell me what you see?
Do you embrace the progress, or do you just begin to fall?
You can't go counter clockwise, you're going to have to face it all.

The image has been painted,
Embedded into the canvas,
Show the future no restraint,
Let your old mold supress.
Here I am awake,
Starting anew once again.
Letting my soul resonate,
Remembering to breathe in.

Engaged into chapters of tomorrow,
Let your footprints leave away all of your sorrow.
The mirror shouldn't lay appearing decrepit,
Not after dismantling the darkness inside of it.

The image has been painted,
Embedded into the canvas,
Show the future no restraint,
Let your old mold supress.
Here I am awake,
Starting anew once again.
Letting my soul resonate,
Remembering to breathe in.

Don't be afraid,
Don't become the frayed,
Don't be afraid,
Don't become the frayed,
Don't be afraid.

Painted

Nothing seems to suffice,
Inspiration always runs dry.
Bleeding out like a savage wound,
I need some sort of solace to helpe me soothe.
Progressing then regressing infinitely,
Running circular indefinitely.
My plague of second guessing has become habitual,
There's no need for this masochistic ritual.

I will conquer
I will lead
This is a race to discover,
What it is to be free!

Everything seems to dissipate,
Opening my eyes for everything just to fade.
Inception of self reckoning,
As I'm choking, forgetting to breathe.
There has to be something better than this,
This self incarcerating abyss.
The sky might be progressing darker,
But I can't bind myself any longer.

I will conquer
I will lead
This is a race to discover,
What it is to be free!

(Ah!)

I will conquer
I will lead
This is a race to discover,
What it is to be free!

Conquer

Tale Of The Vessel

Aurora

I developed this project in the middle of 2014 to expand on my take on Metal in general and other varieties of music I like. Maybe one day it can expand into a whole band. Feel free to listen and comment as you feel necessary.

Contact info
Email: Catalystmusicproject@gmail.com

We Fall

Aurascribe