1. INTRO

(Intruemntal)


2. COME THE COLORLESS DAWN

The grey man walks the crooked path
Eyes pecked out, eaten by the vultures
Ears torn, hanging on his shoulders
Legs strong, leading forward
No doubt in his heart

The grey man walks the cunning path
Arms bleeding, blood streaming
Flesh grinning, always mocking
The skin carved with signs
Knowing the way is right

The grey man shuns the rambling pack
Bodies wanting, minds empty
Souls shut, filled with ambiguity
Forlorn and renounced
For them the way is closed

The grey rain whips the barren land
Washing away the path and the blood
Erasing the trail in his wake
Come the ashen dawn
The man is gone


3. THE LIGHT GOES OUT

The void is a curtain of black velvet, draped around the idea of flesh
A prison made into an image of god with a face of a harlot
Darkness swathed in darkness, light unmanifest

The light goes out, where the shadows sprawl
The light dies out, where the gods are born
The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire

It bellows, it blisters, it burrows beneath
Without words it whispers, like the soft rustle of leaves
There are thorns, the dark seeds, and they never end

The light goes out where the shadows sprawl
The light dies out where the gods are born
The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire


4. CINEREOUS

Remember me, when the flesh ages,
When the skin turns to grey
Remember me, when the sight fails,
And all tastes like ashes

The echoes of despise clad onto the skin
To disguise the emptiness, the gaping hole within

Behold me, the crackle in the mirror
The flickering form in the eye’s corner
The grin facing the frown
The laughter without sound

Remember me, when the flesh ages,
When the skin turns to grey
Remember me, when the life’s light pales,
And all turns to ashes


5. THE RING-PASS-NOT

Those two sisters standing next to each other
Despair and the promise of immanence
Holding the flame of human frailty
That familiar impotence of god

Move the stone door of Solovyov’s folly
Insurrected at the third day, I will rise
As the bone instrument of the dugpas rattles
It leads away to the place of unceasing no-beyond

Beheld by the skull his eyes turn grey
Insect souls wrapped in humanity
While the wine of Kali Ma pours forevermore
Do not take it anymore, do not take it

There’s no end to human will, enlightened by desire
Satan thou are not called for nothing, my love
Let us be silent... in Me


6. DOWNWARDS THE SERPENT SPIRAL

Turn thy head, little one
Lest thou might stir the waters deep
The dead calm within
See the vast shadow move beneath
The thick veil opening
The unredeeming light reveals
Endless and unforgiving

Behold the swirling depths
Hearken the flutter of insects
Recite the words carved in the flesh

Cover thy ears, broken one
Lest the insects crawl in
Down the rabbit hole of the soul
The fathomless pit deep within

Behold the swirling depths
Hearken the flutter of insects
Recite the words carved in the flesh

Hold thy tongue, faithless one
Lest the forms become flesh
Fangs to gnaw the lambs
To corrupt and possess


7. STRANGE SHADED SKY

This world is all wrong, colours not
What they should human flesh put together
From tiny lives blood porcelain organic smell

Spider webs clinging not only to body
But to mind the eggs are hatching inside
Let me out

Once clear star, do you remember me
Your friend from antediluvian times
When we were here with our true forms
Now twisted, now twisted with flesh

My sole comfort is to see goat walking on its hind legs
He gave me the book of the prophet: Eat (he said)
I’m not of you

Hold me Sofya, mother with hooves,
There is nothing left speaking with colours of angles
Without words

(To discuss of His/Her glory just the numbers 5 and 6 to begin with)
I’m never alone

Plenitude of rotten stars, holding embryo inside,
Putrid then, happiness,
When you fly inverted in the void the grey rainbow bursts

Shining forth from the closed eye of the inverted Sof Ayn orb
I’m ever alone


8. THE SECTILE SHADOW

With each cut it breathes
With each drop it grows stronger
With each sacrifice the vision becomes ever clearer
The light goes out between the shadows
With eyes closed, yet seeing in the ever

The void is a curtain of black velvet...
With every cut it seeps
Drop by drop it flows
With every sacrifice the vision becomes ever greyer
...Draped around the idea of flesh

With each cut it breathes
With each drop it grows stronger
With each sacrifice the dream becomes ever closer
The light is swallowed into the shadows
With eyes open, transfixed in the æther


9. EYES OF THE CADAVAR

I have a dream
It’s a white waste, in the middle of starless night
The white sun rises, seen by none, for none exists
No one to leave footprints on snow, to stain the black velvet
The world is quiet, colours cease to be

Where are the spirits of men, where do they roam
Hungry and invisible
Remembering Time, Place and Thought
Or as soil waiting under the ice, never to reborn

Eyes of the cadaver are staring, helpless
Groping for the meaning that was never found
From the bottom of the dried-up well
Without earth to suffer, soul is nothing
Nor even the darkness is seen by eyes out-torn

Five fingers in five hands
Five feet in five bodies
A blue tongue and crushed teeth
And no one wants to leave


10. INTO THE TOMB OF HER MIRROR

"We are the drowned ones
We are the drowned
Let the waters come
Let them come"

"At last I saw the wrath descend
I saw the end, I gazed upon the earth
And all the withered world was chaos (a swirling, putrid chaos)
Just as it had been before the world began

I saw no man of clay, no bird of grey
No pillars for the sky, no pristine light
Harboring a cold, primeval moan - all alone!"

"I have buried my image
Eyes open in the flesh
And the woman on the soil
Dropped her lightning-mask into the tomb of her mirror."


11. OUTRO

(Intrumental)