1. THE PAIN OF LEAVING

(Instrumental)


2. WESTERN CAVE

The city of inkseeds rose from the desert,
Shining and decadent.
Somehow, it still stood.
I crossed through the gate,
The way worn by beggars and poets.
The only place a man can find satisfaction.

As the great ships of men crawled the waves to their Destinies,
There were, after long years
A number of tales lost in the mists of morning.
Even after the forgetting though,
Wisps of story find ways to receptive ears

As even the deepest of secrets never truly dies.
When fires burn and the night grows soft in the void

To the heavens
And I cry to the north
For guidance of god
My sorrow, my pain is to infinity
The spiral of life
The fates of earth
I pray with silver lining my eyes


3. ANGEL OUTCASTS & IDLE WORSHIPPERS

The city of drel rose from the sea
Alone and cold, without air
Breathing the ancients life giving essnce
Gather the excess
Shape the world

I am what I was
You are what they will become

The mist of the deep elder gleam
Boreal and surreal
Seas of enlightened poison
The venom drips from her lips
Down the jaw to the breasts

The firmament and her daughters
Born of a thousand young
The man in black, the abhorrence
The lesser man becomes god
The greater man becomes the other

The greater world of suffering
A list of infinite knowledge
A thirst of insatiable wisdom

And power

Cast aside the rods of false idols
You have found your new god


4. THE LAST OF THE WISEMEN

The city of delta rose from the shadows of time
From within, a man came to me
Speaking in tongues and hidden phrases

He told me of great wisdom
Hidden in the trees
And in the sun's watchful gaze

As he soon departed,
The waves of elmond swallowed him
So I sat, in humble reflection, waiting


5. MILES BEFORE I SLEEP

The city of aes descended from the sky
Ages and ages I have wandered
Looking through every library and every chasm in search
For the lost book of the eternal age

I seek my own immortality
For I cannot live to wander more
Who am I to grasp at such wisdom

Through the caves in the west
And the forgotten towns in the deserts
The highest peaks
Soaring
The lowest depths
Howling

The deepest of waters
The haunting silence of time
Have I become the oneironaut
Dancing past the waters of mournfell
Or diving underneath the waves of R'lyeh

I seek my own demise
I follow my own path to self-destruction

I am the keeper of the esoteric
The lonely cultist and his dusted grimoire
Of forgotten wisdom
I have become a lost soul howling in the bleak vistae of Space
Wandering through empty fields of knowledge
Searching endlessly through ink laden cacophany

Who am I to follow the cult of the hedon
If I am the only thing that is to be certain
Who am I to follow the will of the masses
Lest I tread my own path through the wood
And rest at my home near the sea

Alas, I am only so far away
And there are many miles before I sleep