The Lines In My Hand
We are dying in the wake of gods and decrees remain arcane
And everything around us is a consequence of pain
The writings on the wall depict a truth that no one reads
A government of puppets blinded by another creed
Burning voice of insanity nothing is the same
Barren lands for the idle man find all the lines in your hand
Blinding storms are surrounding us take control
In our cups, poisoned wine find all the lines in your hands
Faith In Others
The grave of our youth is up ahead and life has become a burden
We move in circles of suppressed despair waiting for the sun
And turning stones to find evidence but it hides in the recesses of our hearts
Written the creed of our loss and we carried no faith in the cross
And the cold years are coming for the victims of a longing
Out through the doors of starvation and into the rains of damnation
Where the bitter winds are singing for the victims of a longing
We carried along through squalor with an inborn need to dominate and possess
It gives birth to an anger inside and we can't control this the blood of departure in our tracks
Dripping from our emptying vessels your hand reached out to hold mine but you're grasping melting ice
Asleep in the rain a child once again and the ghost in my head has forgiven me lifted his curse upon me
Dirge For November
Lost, here is nowhere
Searching home still
Turning past me, all are gone
Time is now
The omen showed, took me away
Preparations are done, this can't last
The mere reflection brought disgust
No ordeal to conquer, this firm slit
It sheds upon the floor, dripping into a pool
Grant me sleep, take me under
Like the wings of a dove, folding around
I fade into this tender care
Patterns In The Ivy 2
Without you I cannot confide in anything
The hope is pale designed in light of dreams you bring
Summer's gone, the day is done soon comes the night
Biding time, leaving the line and out of sight
One moonlit shadow on the wall
Disrupted in its own creation
Veiled in the darkness of this fall
Is this the end-manifestation
It runs in me, your poison seething in my veins
This skin is old and stained by late September rains
A final word from me would be the first for you
The rest is long but I'll go on inside and through
One moonlit shadow on the wall
Disrupted in its own creation
Veiled in the darkness of this fall
Is this the end-manifestation
Patterns in the Ivy
Patterns in the Ivy
Reverie / Harlequin Forest
Into the trees past meadow grounds and further away from my home
Baying behind me I hear the hounds flock's chasing to find me alone
A trail of sickness leading to me if I am haunted then you will see
Searching the darkness and emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun
Will never rest will never be at ease all my matter's expired so I run
There falls another vapor hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the drop instruments of death before me
Lose all to save a little at your peril it's justified and dismiss your demons
As death becomes a jest you are the laughing stock of the absinthe minded
Confessions stuck in your mouth and long gone fevers reappear
Nocturnally helpless and weak in the light depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find a seed of hope they are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never well roots sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs reaching for the light it is all false pretension
Harlequin forest awaiting redemption for a lifetime as they die alone
With no one by their side are they forgiven stark determination poisoning the soul
Unfettered beast inside claiming sovereign control
And now the woods are burning tearing life crops asunder
Useless blackened remains still pyre smoldering
Eternal Rains Will Come
Eternal rains will come we should say goodbye
And suffer on our own as all our thoughts were wrong
So hard to keep the darkness from seeping through
And when the flood comes to drown us there is nothing we can do
You told me not to wait unless I could wait forever
Because there is no time for us take comfort in what was
So hard to keep the darkness from seeping through
And when the flood comes to drown us there is nothing we can do
Here it comes, our death comes and in my sleep I can't forget
Reaching for the surface, I see you
