1. OCEANIC

(Instrumental)


2. SAILING ACROSS THE ONYX SEAS

Dashed upon the rocks
Hopes become flotsam
And moonlight cannot
Illuminate the invisible.

But it casts its eerie glow
Upon the brine amidst the ebb and flow
The current pulls my thoughts away
Dragging them into the onyx seas.

Waves of black push me along
A path with no destination.

Visions of the purity of life
Are fragmented upon exploration.

As I see loop holes in the system
I always come to the same realization.

Visions of the purity of life
Are fragmented upon exploration.

This life we live is a hallucination
Brought about by blind creation!

Finally the end is in sight
Truth burning through the depths of night.


3. THE DIVINE THRONE

You lied!
So many times
Behind
Your mask of understanding.
You know
Nothing at all
Yet sew
Seeds of hate from where you're standing.

On the divine throne.

He waits
For his praise
Satiates
In playing God's rector.
Corrupt
Is he who leads the blind.
Abrupt
Will be his final vector.

You cannot quell our strength
Or condemn us to hell.
The length
Of your power is wearing thin
Against us you will never win.

We aren't the fools you lead before,
Driving brother against brother, starting wars
Between those who just want to do the right thing.
Can you hear the death bells ring?

You lied!
So many times.
You hide
Behind your wall.
We ride
In truth and love
To fight
And force your final fall!

From the divine throne.


4. THE JOURNEY HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN

Down the winding path past the bridge
Lay a grave amidst a hollow on the ridge.
A solemn place once thought unreal
But I know its grip too well oh, so surreal!

Once the grave comes into sight
Waves of energy and distortions of light
Pound your senses into nothing at all
Twisted preparations for your infinite fall.

Witness the end of days
Through the eyes of the insane.
Accept this forlorn gaze
Spiral down without refrain.

And the journey's only just begun.
In the quiet hours of the setting sun
You will enter into the deepest depths of your dreams.
Can you feel reality peeling at the seams?

Finally a break from the bitter turmoil
As you blink back into the real.
Your mind's unraveling like a ribbon
Caught in the wind of this lurid dusk hymn.
Within the breadth of this vision

You'll come to see
The world in juxtaposition
The duality.

The irony
Of this mortality
Once you leave this place
Your mind will never be the same.

Down the winding path past the bridge
Lay a grave amidst a hollow on the ridge
A solemn place once thought unreal
But I know its grip too well, oh, so surreal!

And the journey's only just begun.
In the quiet hours of the setting sun
You will enter into the deepest depths of your dreams.
Can you feel reality peeling at the seams?


5. MONOLITH

(Instrumental)