Life revealed
In vivid array
Patterns and colors
Brighter than the chrysalis can contain
And could we still embalm this fleeting youth
Pinned up and displayed in a glass case
Or does corruption already flow in its veins

Brutish hands
Crush and tear every gift
They knew you might abuse
Bastard tongue
Spit on the priceless heritage
Treasured for me

Violent infatuate
Worlds out of reach
Caustic chasm
Will divide

Sharpened tongue, narrow eyes
Carnal war arise
Stoic mask, skeptic glare

And now immortalized
Ornate decay
Portrait consigned to a glass sleeve
In a wooden frame

Cancer breeds in its spirit and smile
Rotting, eating away inside
And now every ambition, each passion and dream
Leaves you barren, defeated, deceived

Closer
Search the mirror
For a glimpse of the years ahead

What's left where the light used to be
Not answers or motives or reason
But behind glassy eyes
In a flesh cocoon
A dim glow

Patterns of light that still run through your veins
Patterns of light still flowing in your veins
Always

Chrysalis

(IN PROGRESS) Immortal-riff track

(IN PROGRESS) Vektor-riff track

(IN PROGRESS) Interlude Experiment 1

(IN PROGRESS) Behemoth-riff Track

(IN PROGRESS) Interlude Experiment 2

Wading through hypnotic dreams
Adrift in the haze
Elevate
A rapture like gravity
Pure vision of self
Seeing wide awake

Hear beyond...
Autre monde...
Calling on...
Long enough...
Left undone...
All become...
I'll become (one again)...

Stuttered words lulled silent
Apprehension assuaged
Dilate
Transfixed by the distant
Flowing whispers of the deep
Speaking with my voice
My...

Read on the walls
Cryptic writ of the great sleep that will
Take me
Sermon drawn with scattered stars
In textured ceiling over my
Bed

When the soul speaks
We dream in prophecies
Memoirs of drained and wilted men
Too cold and corrupted
To retrace the dying flow
The folding, slipping sands of time

This bleak surreality
Of mysteries and mirrors
Penetrates
Introspection infected
Divinations deformed
And we exsanguinate

And when I see the headstone
I dissolve
Don the mantle
Shape to form

When the soul speaks
We dream prophecies of
The great sleep

For just...

A vestige of clarity
Or respite from remorse
Draw my path
Chart my course as I walk it
Learn the wisdom to wander along
This road to closure
I'm...

Ending or beginning again
Embracing or defying death
Fading away or finally...
Finally...

(IN PROGRESS) Ceilings

Faint trails of my kin
Departing this world
Years since overgrown
Are still revealed
By the winds of autumn nights
As I trace their paths

Chorus of woods in agony
Of bare limbs aching
Freezing in howling winds
Resonating
Sole witness to the pain of nature
The burden being
Forever shared by painter and the painting
God alive and dead again

Drawn through cascades of moonlight
Arms burn in the flow of frigid air
And deeper burns a knowing, a recognition
Of my part of this despair

In the solitude of this sylvan tomb
From dying innocence that hides inside
Emanates pain and beauty beyond our years
And a cathartic nocturne I've always known

I am heir to the aching woods
I draw the winds that stirs its cries
The chorus of lament that pierced my soul
And in the end
We... God... I... Understand

(IN PROGRESS) Aching

At the helm before the oceans
At the reigns before the great expanse
God and stars be my compass
Drive forward into the night with burning eyes

Horizons of promise
Just out of reach
Na vanad...

Strange voices haunting my dreams
Calling to me and I long to roam

Na vanad...
Consuming every thought

Silent... Watching a man I've never known
Aimless... Wandering his path forever alone

Wander

Black shadows in a dream

In our nature, seduced to ruin
In our design, destined to succumb
In our bonds, we contemplate the weight of freedom
Adam steps into the expanse
The garden burns behind

Lucid... Lucid dreaming but still awake
Surrogate... Surrogate life I did not create
Silent... Watching a man I'll never know
Aimless... Cursed to wander forever alone

Wander

Hallowed