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Dust
03:30
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Will you lie with the dust
As your bones begin to rust
As the embrace of your nature’s faith
Leads your soul to despair
With a foulness in the air
That reveals a blackness that doesn’t care
When the mortars have ground
And the fists pound your husk
Will you accept your fate and return, return to dust
Dust returns to dust, and breath to the holy breather
Will you hold to the breather
Entrust your soul to the healer
As you grasp to a vision through a dark glass
with the only hope as you pass
For a glimmer that might last
When the mortars have ground
And fists pound your husk
Will you stand with the breather and trust, only trust
Dust returns to dust, and breath to the holy breather
When darkness surrounds you
But breath is coming too
Will you hold, will you hold, will you hold to what you knew
Dust returns to dust, and breath to the holy breather
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2. |
A Warrior
03:42
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a warrior sings "redeemed redeemed" as he kills with each swing and each blow
with tears of joy running down each cheek as he uses their blood to cleanse their souls
oh how we have been betrayed, oh how we have been lead astray
by our purpose and pride, by our passions and drive
we have sought to taint the light
the warrior died with a smile in his eyes meeting their blood there on the ground
In his heart he believed, but oh he was deceived, it was not redemption that he found
oh how we have been betrayed, oh how we have been lead astray
by our purpose and pride, by our passions and drive
we have sought to taint the light
so weep , so wail , so weep , so wail
woe...
so weep , so wail though passionate in life he surely failed
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3. |
Illean
03:45
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Lines were made in the sand you see, wards to keep things apart that be
lean over the line we’ll meet this way, knowing the moment before it fades
An eagle in a tree is mighty indeed, but it’s alone
broken but freed a slave still runs home
a fire that burns stone won’t leave my soul
it breaks through my chest and the deep cold
wild animal I was made at sea, and I’ll take that streak to the grave at least
but I slave I would be, I would be, if you would come and be still with me
An eagle in a tree is mighty indeed, but it’s alone
broken but freed a slave still runs home
a fire that burns stone won’t leave my soul
it breaks through my chest and the deep cold
a pillar of stone I may be, untrained as the wind, as strange as the sea
But I ask that you would lean, lean into me
Hold the ground, no whisper or sound, wait for the dawn
Motion, motion hear the world breathe
Motion, Motion jump with its every heave
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4. |
Flower and the Tune
04:02
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The dark and the dank surround
It deepens and dampens now
Engulfing the hall and meadow
Drowning out fawn and fellow
But a lily grows in the soil
Fed by soft whispers and quiet toil
Blooming ever in the cave
Emboldening the weak to make them brave
Hope...
A wake of destruction is spread
Corpses all about but not dead
From the rage of men a flame extends
But notes emerge from the cold earth
With a nearly forgotten tune
Wafting and weaving among the fumes
Soothing the roar of the fire
Pushing it toward Elphane’s brier
Hope...
The horn is blowing
The hounds have been loosed
And the rider is coming for you
But though the banners are flapping in the wind
And though the field is dark and grim
Remember the flower is blooming
Remember the fateful tune
Hope...
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5. |
Cross Your Hands
03:52
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Cross your hands over them
may peace be your consistent companion, and pride perpetually at arm’s length
May tapering tears heal your holes, and may joy follow in your wake
may arms be raised to lift you up and your feet be jubilant in the Name
your laughter carried on the wind when darkness comes or the earth shakes
Cross your hands over them
may what you dread be fated to fail, joy devastating all that you fear
may radiance overtake you in the night, willing you to hold, willing you to fight
“Oh my daughter” the cry will come roaring from the mountain of the son
arriving just in time to say “my child, you are mine, you are mine”
Cross your hands over them
Let there be groans that no words can express
emitting from you mouth exalting in your breath
enveloping acquaintances and comrades alike
washing over walls and banks with pure light
sweeping away years of decay that have turned your flowering heart moldy, have turned it gray
the scales falling from your eyes at last
tears covering the judged ones as they prance in the glowing grass
differing roads we have taken, varying routes have been planned
but may you accept these out raised palms, and may they hold till the end
Cross your hands over them
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Let the shadows be removed, let the shadows be removed
let no words hold you back
from seeing the souls around you
may no mask hide you from their eyes
Let the shadows be removed, let the shadows be removed
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7. |
Lewis and I
04:01
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We seek in ourselves the words we need to say,
but these shallow wells are dry, filled with hard clay
then seeing us empty, you forsake the Listener’s role,
through our dead lips breathe the words of need and hope
We have all all the power that we need we need we need
break us please, please, please make them whole
We are all speaking in self deceiving tones
unless through force not our own, our intents are turned and grown
Don’t take us at our word or use our broken metaphor
Let your word sway ours and shake us to the floor
We have all all the power that we need we need we need
break us please, please, please make them whole
So unleash the amen, let’s do battle again
for our mothers in pain, for our self imposed chains
fall to our knees, beg, whisper, and plead
for these walls to fall down, for these fools to be found
We have all all the power that we need we need we need
break us please, please, please make them whole
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8. |
Let the Earth Shake
03:11
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Shiver and tremble as the sound soars
this is the horn that is blowing
hearing the blast beckon us back
hands reaching bonds bowing
the call swells off the song of the people
the dirt jumping with their feet
coals are being lit as the base is laid bare
the horn answering the groans for relief
quaking in time the blasts arrive
jolting awake those asleep
anger aroused put wings in the wind
calamity glowering in defeat
Let the earth shake
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9. |
The SS
01:22
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the winds are coming in
the waves are getting high
I don't think I'll stand
against the dark and molten sky
So call the winds the voices say break this structure of stone
raise the waves the sea drums call and bid our fear to groan
this island covered in walls
that were built not to fall
will break to the stone
when this isle returns home
So call the winds the voices say break this structure of stone
raise the waves the sea drums call and bid our fear to groan
the sea is singing now
howling between shouts
to break the fortress down
Ohhhhhh
So call the winds the voices say break this structure of stone
raise the waves the sea drums call and bid our fear to groan
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10. |
Narnian Lullaby
02:47
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Rest your head
And dream about what’s to be said
About the land of the Lion
Run through trees alone
See the waving grass
Feel the moss between your toes
And hear the trumpet calling you home, calling you home
Home...
We must go farther up farther in
To see the land of the lion
And we shall see the ghosts of our past
And leave them be at last, at last
Home...
With good natured revelry
They danced all night long
Until the coming of the dawn
When they all slipped away
To their houses made of clay
As we went we sang this song
Ahhh... Boom the Lion will come soon
And take us
Home
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