A track inspired by the Australian Outback

Featuring:
Pat Cavanagh on acoustic guitar
Aaron Caughey on electric guitar
Rika Miyamoto on vocals
Yumi Matsunari on vocals
Jack Cavanagh on percussion and vocals

Special thanks to Liam Blake and Oskar T-A for earlier input.

Remote [Demo]

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A Terrestrial Meeting of the Empyreal

Music by Jack Cavanagh and Aaron Caughey
Lyrics by Brandon Mamata and Jack Cavanagh

Featuring:

Jack Cavanagh on drums and vocals
Yumi Matsunari on vocals
Aaron Caughey on Guitar and vocals

Special thanks to Oskar TA for earlier input.

Scene 1: It is 4 and 3 or it is 7.

Walter:   You wouldn’t believe what I have seen
                But must to tell you
                The forest is not as it seems
                Madness hangs from every tree

                In a clearing in the middle
                The sky pierced the horizon
                The stars fell and became
                Miscellaneous parts in strange shapes

Nebula:  Intriguing world ‘neath celestial home
                Behold its gentle charm
                It’s roughened face you’d surely miss
                If ever it came to harm

Paws:     Behold the playground of the master
Mouth:    And members of our kind
Paws:     Some mortal souls we wish to muster
                That you surely wouldn’t mind!

Nebula:  Enough! Devine war threatens
                To tear the world asunder
                The vassal claims what isn’t his
                A globe he shouldn’t plunder

Chorus:  White light
                Blurred plane
                Scalene court

Scene 2: Au life, in the terrestrial realm.

Unknown: Life flows on the rough floor

Scene 3: Master’s sleeping.

Oracle:    Brighter starlight
                Brings forth the chill
                Master’s sleeping

Seers:     Abaddon waits
                Within the pit
                Master’s sleeping

                Profane vassal
                Reigns from the sphere
                Master’s sleeping

                Ah

Scene 4: 4 and 3 or 7 remain.

Paws:     The overseer spews a sword
Mouth:    He thinks he is a mighty lord
Paws:     But the vassal will not spill the horde
                He’s second in the fight

                The master will lead the final hunt!
Nebula:  She's not our master-
Paws:                                          -It’s my turn to
                talk now! The age of demons
                boiling near. The overseer
                must confront the only thing he ever feared

Chorus:  Soft ground
                Cool sky
                Ascending sorts

                Master’s calling

Scene 5: The ending.

Phantasm:    One pry at the master’s perverse dream
                        It loves the smell of rot
                        Contentment brought by the horror
                        Two parties in a party of death
                        And the victims of these parties’ wrath
                        A sadist reign with no exceptions
                        An offensive presentation
                        It sees the end of the world
                        A grinning greeting of utter gall 
                        From the master

Fate's Gate