"In the waters of forgetting, the soul is unmade and reborn. The river winds through shadows, where ego dissolves and spirit ascends."

Verse 1
In the twilight’s hush where shadows bow,
A Pilgrim weeps where time does plow.
His heart, once whole, now split and bare,
As the stars dissolve in the silent air.

"Nox Abdita," where echoes dwell,
In the deepened void, the sorrows swell.
Through the Vallis Tacita, where phantoms glide,
The Wanderer treads where dreams reside.

Chorus
Aqua Lethe, where currents weave,
In the Noctis hold, the burdens leave.
Through the veils, the stream does wind,
Loosening chains that once confined.

From the Cineres cold, the essence born,
In Lethes Aquis, where grief is worn.
As Tenebrae lifts, a new light grows,
In the dissolution, the spirit flows.

Verse 2
He gazes upon the mirror's veil,
Seeking the trace in the empty tale.
The loss, an abyss both vast and deep,
Where the echoes of silence softly seep.

"Flamma Occulta," the embers fade,
In the Nox Ampla, where truths invade.
Through the ashes, the river sighs,
In the release, the freedom lies.

Chorus
Aqua Lethe, where currents weave,
In the Noctis hold, the burdens leave.
Through the veils, the stream does wind,
Loosening chains that once confined.

From the Cineres cold, the essence born,
In Lethes Aquis, where grief is worn.
As Tenebrae lifts, a new light grows,
In the dissolution, the spirit flows.

Bridge
In the depths of the Nox Profunda, still,
The Seeker drinks from the shadowed rill.
"Via Abscondita," the steep descent,
Leads to the waters where memories are spent.

In Lethe’s stream, the self does fade,
Recast in light where dark was laid.
From sorrow's chasm, the soul ascends,
In the Aqua Lethe, the journey bends.

Chorus
Aqua Lethe, where currents weave,
In the Noctis hold, the burdens leave.
Through the veils, the stream does wind,
Loosening chains that once confined.

From the Cineres cold, the essence born,
In Lethes Aquis, where grief is worn.
As Tenebrae lifts, a new light grows,
In the dissolution, the spirit flows.

Outro
In the morning’s first whispered breath,
The Wanderer mends in the dawn’s soft cleft.
"Renascentis," the light reborn,
In the Aqua Lethe, where the past is shorn.

From loss to light, the soul ascends,
In the river’s flow, the spirit blends.
He stands where the night gives way to grace,
Renewed in waters, a new embrace.

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Aqua Lethe

A Mister Chris production, featuring:
Cassandra Mulcahy, vocals
Sara Minck, spoken word
Spencer DeNisco, guitar
Paul Basel, guitars, mandolin, kalimba
Alex Baxter, bass
The Radiant Core Singers, chorus

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Ladies and gentleman skinny and scout
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about
The admission is free so pay at the door
Now pull out a chair and sit on the floor

On one bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other 

Mum, you dropped the mug again, the blue one wiv the moon inside. It cracked like glass that knew too much, then held its breath and tried to hide. Dad, your arms still ache some nights— you hold the air like it’s still me. I saw you trace the window steam, like you were writin’ memory.
I remember Cornwall, summer’s grin, the sand got stuck in everythin’. You said, “that’s love—gets in your bones,” and smiled like stones could dream alone.

I’m right here, past the glass, in the shimmer that don’t last. You can’t touch me, I know that part, but I still fit inside your heart. Like flame in wax or fog in jar, I’m just a whisper… from not-too-far.

I saw the photos on the stair, the ones where joy looked unaware. I watched you look at them and pause, like souls remember without cause. You lit a candle, blinked too long— the flame bent left, but stayed on strong.
You always said I shined too loud, a star in boots, head in a cloud. But stars ain’t stars 'til they explode— they burn to mark the proper road. And love, it’s like a mirrored maze, the deeper in, the more it stays.

The blind man came to see fair play
The mute man came to shout hooray
The deaf policeman heard the noise
And came to stop those two dead boys

He lived on the corner in the middle of the block
In a two story house on a vacant lot
A man with no legs came walking by
And kicked the lawman in his thigh 

I’m still here, hid in folds, in half-told tales and coats gone old. In cereal crumbs and gravel hands, in “wait for green” and “hold my hand.” I breathe where dreams begin to sway, where night forgets the shape of day.

I walked through stars like daisy chains, saw other mes in other lanes. Some were brave and some were small, but all of us still heard you call. One held paint, one climbed trees, one just danced in kitchen breeze. And all of us remember still— the mirage road down Twmbarlwm hill.
I learned that time ain’t straight nor round— it’s more like music, not like ground. And love? It’s salt, it’s spark, it’s song— it don't need now to keep it strong.

I’ll be here when the road bends, when the days don’t make much sense. In skipped songs on rainy drives, in all the “nearlys” of your lives. You built me from a kiss, a spark, I’ll echo through the softest dark.

He crashed through a wall without making a sound
Into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned
A long black hearse came to cart him away
But he ran for his life and is still gone today

I watched from the corner of the table
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable
If you doubt my lies are true
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.

The Opaline Mirage

a bass and guitar cover of lethe by dark tranquillity

Dark Tranquillity - Lethe

(Verse 1)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Verse 2)
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

(Chorus)
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

(Outro)
Haply may remember...
And haply may forget...
I shall not see the shadows...
I shall not feel the rain.

Haply May I

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