Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Endel Rivers at Palm Studios, Melbourne
Australia, Nov 2006 - Jan 2007.
Tapestry of the Starless Abstract
All horizons fall through dying stains
A crimson crown to call my own
O home is everywhere I voyage
And darkness is always with me…
I call to the sirens
Echoing in sweet laughter
Broken hopes beneath the surface
With haunting eyes they stare…they
stare
Through black waters, weaving tresses
A figurehead warped, stares homesick afar
Never depths…my dear despair
Never depths…my dear despair
Blind in delirium, navigating the continuum flux…nothing
Submerged in limbo, of Nautica they sing…true majesty
Oceans wide, eyes wide… Forever to treasure…carry on
Infusing insight, the fabric of space is ignited.
Silent time reveals tragedies chartered
All triumphs were drowned...and the sirens too...
Silent time reveals… reveals
All triumphs were drowned… were drowned
Symphony for the pilgrim… Intrinsic wake.... Opulent discordant soul...My arabesque
Setting sail from paradox lost to a paradise found...
Paradise, paradise found, paradise, paradise found
Forget Not
Masquerading, the grey vultures
Coalescing in black swansongs
…Of the dead
…As the dead sigh
Therein the quickening shadows
Kisses upon lifeless fingers
…As the dead sigh
…As the dead sigh
…Of always
…As the dead sigh
Over the frontier of always
In remembrance, they are anthems
…The anthems
…Forget not
…For those gone
…Forget not
Never…
Down by the waters, beneath the willow drapery
Cold, timeless prince…Cloaked in raven wings
With two penny moons, passage through the boatman
Across starlit waters, where dreamscapes are golden…
How they lived they will be remembered
We now stand in the footsteps of the anthems
Ne obliviscaris
For the noble souls that were and will be
On…the dead sigh on
Ne obliviscaris
They are anthems
Ne obliviscaris
Forget not…forget not…forget not…never
What waits beyond in exile’s garden sings of the unknown
The renaissance of death echoes eternally, all’s not lost
Death echoes
Death echoes
Forget…
Forget not
As Icicles Fall
Can you remember the words of our dying Mother?
All winters’ white...and wonderful
The third eye spies the greatest pain
In league with the cycle of life…feel the change
Her breath of frost upon the house of Man's beating heart
Sleep children sleep, such colours to be seen
Sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
Fore this is where She lies. Mother, be our eyes...
Be our eyes…
As the icicles fall, moments of reverence
The invention of all, everything calls and every life-line ignites
The tears of Mother, everlasting season
But the phoenix empire expires…exhales…the curtain call to embers
Within us She lives, around us She's dying
Fading lights blacken, garden’s euphoric…cowering underworld order
The winds sing our dirge...This is where She lies
The veiling unveiled… Mother, our Mother beats down her ashen wings
Mother, be our eyes...
Grey and dripping the blood of Mother
Feel Her pain
Evolving, the shrouds She gathers
This is where She lies
In abstraction without colours
We die with the fall of the icicles...
Lost to pigment the pale paradise…
Swept in tow to the danse macabre
In hand to the cold grasp of time…of time
Broken shutters gape open wide
Breathing in hoarse whispers on high…
Cry…white-noise witch choir
Ice tears of our Mother
Pillars of monolith and ice, laced with lightning
Besieged by the void, the anti-matter of mind
Once were painted walls, now they preach parched skin petals
The freeze-frame tomb unfolds…for our Mother…our Mother
Through black waters, weaving tresses
A figurehead warped, stares homesick afar
Never depths…my dear despair
Never depths…my dear despair
Blind in delirium, navigating the continuum flux…nothing
Submerged in limbo, of Nautica they sing…true majesty
Oceans wide, eyes wide… Forever to treasure…carry on
Infusing insight, the fabric of space is ignited.
Silent time reveals tragedies chartered
All triumphs were drowned...and the sirens too...
Silent time reveals… reveals
All triumphs were drowned… were drowned
Symphony for the pilgrim… Intrinsic wake.... Opulent discordant soul...My arabesque
Setting sail from paradox lost to a paradise found...
Paradise, paradise found, paradise, paradise found
Forget Not
Masquerading, the grey vultures
Coalescing in black swansongs
…Of the dead
…As the dead sigh
Therein the quickening shadows
Kisses upon lifeless fingers
…As the dead sigh
…As the dead sigh
…Of always
…As the dead sigh
Over the frontier of always
In remembrance, they are anthems
…The anthems
…Forget not
…For those gone
…Forget not
Never…
Down by the waters, beneath the willow drapery
Cold, timeless prince…Cloaked in raven wings
With two penny moons, passage through the boatman
Across starlit waters, where dreamscapes are golden…
How they lived they will be remembered
We now stand in the footsteps of the anthems
Ne obliviscaris
For the noble souls that were and will be
On…the dead sigh on
Ne obliviscaris
They are anthems
Ne obliviscaris
Forget not…forget not…forget not…never
What waits beyond in exile’s garden sings of the unknown
The renaissance of death echoes eternally, all’s not lost
Death echoes
Death echoes
Forget…
Forget not
As Icicles Fall
Can you remember the words of our dying Mother?
All winters’ white...and wonderful
The third eye spies the greatest pain
In league with the cycle of life…feel the change
Her breath of frost upon the house of Man's beating heart
Sleep children sleep, such colours to be seen
Sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
Fore this is where She lies. Mother, be our eyes...
Be our eyes…
As the icicles fall, moments of reverence
The invention of all, everything calls and every life-line ignites
The tears of Mother, everlasting season
But the phoenix empire expires…exhales…the curtain call to embers
Within us She lives, around us She's dying
Fading lights blacken, garden’s euphoric…cowering underworld order
The winds sing our dirge...This is where She lies
The veiling unveiled… Mother, our Mother beats down her ashen wings
Mother, be our eyes...
Grey and dripping the blood of Mother
Feel Her pain
Evolving, the shrouds She gathers
This is where She lies
In abstraction without colours
We die with the fall of the icicles...
Lost to pigment the pale paradise…
Swept in tow to the danse macabre
In hand to the cold grasp of time…of time
Broken shutters gape open wide
Breathing in hoarse whispers on high…
Cry…white-noise witch choir
Ice tears of our Mother
Pillars of monolith and ice, laced with lightning
Besieged by the void, the anti-matter of mind
Once were painted walls, now they preach parched skin petals
The freeze-frame tomb unfolds…for our Mother…our Mother
Cry…white-noise witch choir
Fall of the icicles…
Mother…Mother…Mother…Mother…