1. Illusive Golden Age

Illusive golden age
Tantalizing eternal wait
Crestfallen hypatias flayed
Aborted golden age
Nitrians swarm in to fall your idols
Cult progenies pervading, cull progenies defiling
Taking census of knowers
Foundations for Tuol Sleng
Slaves learned to read, business' running slow
They need the progenies that bleat and grunt
Dumbed down cheap labor
Downtrodden, kept in neotenic sessility
Prepped for servility

Crusader in virtual war
Daydreams simulated uprisings
But svengali's slowly pulling the plug...

Translatio imperii
As ignorance swarms in
Emboldened in captagon craze
Sired lebensborn, our way come raging hordes
Inescapable dark ages ahead for sons of enlightenment...

Crusader in virtual war
Daydreams simulated uprisings
But svengali's slowly pulling the plug...
New workforce coming, business resuming

Feign ignorance, they need the progenies that bleat and grunt
Dumbed down cheap labor
Downtrodden,
for sons of enlightenment welcomed darkness with open arms
Translatio imperii

2. The Living Vault

Leave, the corralled heaving plebe
Before the gates close upon crying herds
Men farms lost their illusive comfort
Time to exfiltrate ferments of recursion
Newfound breakaway tribes

Living vault in mimicry
Behind deceiving primal decoys
In apparent inexistence
Specters quietly ease

An obscure design woven through the vines
Endless recurrence of odd dreams
Apprentices in awakening, awaiting...
Understand their distrust
Just wait for the call
Spirits murmuring higher and higher
Becoming beacons of illumination,
And that since the time heavens were at war
To keep the lore alive

Living vault, laying in mimicry
Behind deceiving primal decoys
In apparent inexistence
Any hole becomes residence
Just wait in silence, hear the verdict

A stone rolling sideways
A burrow for them to crawl down
A calling gesture from under the roots
Acknowledged apprentices enter the realm

Spirits murmuring higher and higher
Becoming beacons of illumination,
And that since the time heavens were at war

3. Carrion Tide

They Fly the swarming poison clouds swirling overhead
Aeons of worldly pestilence
Set to rain down on us all

Assaulted from a land
That we cannot walk on
A liquid desert left for us to behold
Longing for clear and quiet waters
Navigating with carrions in our wake
Fear settling in as the scene gets clearer
Conscience burdened us with all the weight of the world

They swarm the clouds
Seeded with the morgellon plague
Falling like manna
Tapeworms weave through your brains

Witness the parasite becoming a host
Witness the anthill getting boiled down

Setting to sail
The carrion tide

Oceans brimming with decay
As far as eyes can see
Waves of churned waste
Exude vapored slime
That long ago ceased to bring life

4. Mater Dolorosa

Snap, crackle, pop
Apprentice started with bugs
Moving on to the usual stray
Graduated to the bipedal ones
Purse full of tie wraps and blades
Miss Caligula again skipped school...

Conceived the plan long before she could conceive you
Wished that laying with fools was unnecessary
Pondering torments waiting in store for you
Labor pains so volupt comparatively
(Please, remain a ghost...)

Pain extracts the essence of life
Like fire brings iron out of the ore
A carnivorous flower
Sets to feast on her yield
Daydreaming over
Cheerfuk eyes... and rusty hooks

Steadily gathered scalpels and probes
left them oxidize for better abrasion
Fantasies arising as she felt you grow inside

(Shall raise a being of light!)
Precious, much more pleasurable to break
Dreamed of her spit blending in with your tears
Through a decade long theater play
Acolytes have rehearsed for years
Should have remained a ghost!

Immah... lama sabachtany?
Immah... lama sabachtany?
Blindfolded for the surprise
Serenaded by "uncles" that you never met
Soon they will... snap, crackle, pop...
A bone every hour!

Flayed meat now lays wiggling in pain,
Crying through lidless drying corneas
Watching the world slowly fading away
Exhausted soul at last liberated
Eludes like a ghost

5. Maritime

Onward a new thalassocracy
Uprooted souls sailing off again
On makeshift vessels, northward we drift
Riding the storm toward the frigid unsettled
To reclaim those lands of renewal
First dwellers of the forged landscape
Turned our backs as their breath froze
As their temples fell, we radiated away

The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts
They are now dragging the pack
The pampered chiefs; they all died off
Upon our sighting

Hollowed lands, collapsed all at once
Wormed for centuries, accelerated subduction

The feral, the skraeling, the unwanted mutts
We will raise our flags on newly emerged lands
New world waiting for names
As the old world is conveyed down

6. Message Sonore

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7. Parallel Biospheres

Indistinct shapes stir the fog
A pounding gait heaves the ground
The eyes in the forest, they have seen you
But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view
Meet the ghost of creations past
Epiphytes clutching to the tree of life
As the undiscovered calls

Strange lights scamper and vanish
Behold the orbs
Hidden in the landscape, miles wide patterns
The fifteen equators of telluric might

Indistinct shapes stir the fog
A pounding gait heaves the ground
The eyes in the forest, they have seen you
But you've seen nothing as they frolic out of view
Alamasti! Yateveo!
Alamasti! Yateveo!

Read the subplots of natural history
See filigrees behind the picture
Behold the bestiary of the empire beneath

8. Anchorite

We are where the wandering ends
Where the inner compass points down
This old tree, with a pit under the roots
Spotting makeshift stairs going down

Senses the oracle in wait for a seeker
Anchorites sealed in their ground
Prometheus from the bogs
Whose spirits talk to pilgrims
Anchorites sealed in their ground

The voice that once whispered in their minds now fades away
Devoted lives to welcome successors...
Digging, worming downward the warren
Overhead, an emerald cathedral
Hermitage in digging, self-burial
The roots culminating to a nave
Heirloom passed down
To the one who will voice the tree

The voice that once whispered in their minds now fades away
Devoted his last breath to welcome the successor...
Digging, worming downward the warren
Overhead, an emerald cathedral
Hermitage in digging, self-burial
The roots culminating to a nave
Heirloom passed down
To the one who will voice the tree

Anchorite in an emerald cathedral
No longer set to animate flesh
Anchorite at last falls asleep, and becomes wood