1. BARREN LANDS

These are barren lands
Austere and cold
Desert night
Of frozen time

Endless fields of ragged earth
Has lost is trail
The blood of war

Cold lair
Howling winds of sand
Hunger, violence, solitary, godless

This scenery
So far so burned
So beautiful
It yearns for more

These are barren lands
Austere and cold
Desert night of frozen time

Unforgiving heart
Giving into the ways of wars

This is a lions lair


2. A GRAVE INVERSED

Sandstorm
Breach of burning skies
Unyielding tempest of eternity and timeline
(chaos) all consuming sanctuary of reigning fire
Sacred heart of frozen soil
Unholy
Apocalyptic death cloud
[?]unbarred...disputed...not held...authority[?]
Floating 6 feet above the ground
The presence of a smiling elder face
Sandstorm
Breach of burning skies
This sanctuary with recourse


3. AFTER

Like clandestine
Dreamsborn sheep
Winter occupy the plains
And this is the after, the ending events
Ghosts through deathclouds
Swarm the heavens
Like swarming vultures
And this is the after
The ending events
This is the after
Where nothing transcends
White knows black and no one smears...
Snowblind skies dissolve...
[right wing for inches?]
Overexposed...reflects the intercourse
Or so the real raindrops held...
Temples collapse in a rumbling choir
Do not deny
Heaven meets earth we'll fight to the death
Forever know why...
And this is the after
The ending events
This is the after
Where nothing pretends


4. FROZEN LAKES ON MARS

Red fiery star, god of war
Blood-stained icon in the sky
Far beyond the reach of those again

From the west, from the east
Burning red, terror completely
To watch the throne, cranial vent volcano
Upon this temple gave out of all who came
This impending cranium

Your eyes like frozen lakes on Mars
Made fury that there once was life inside
Your eyes like frozen lakes on Mars
The cold remains, the fires died

The mountain crown has surpassed ascension
The hermit's final rapture, the ultimate descent
Into the deepest valley of death

Drained in the all-consuming sandstorm
Far beyond the reach of those again

Your eyes like frozen lakes on Mars
Made fury that there once was life inside

Your eyes like frozen lakes on Mars
The cold remains, the fire dies


5. UNDERCURRENT

Quiet surface
Blurred reflection
Heaven's mirror
Calm awaiting

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

Peaceful silence
Pressing void
Moving shadows
In the melody

Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks

No ships set sail on this ocean
No longing gaze from the shores
No screams drowning in (septic) storm
But echoes of remorse

A formless drift was sculpture
Sorrow bound, the sunken tower
World is broken
Long lost kingdom
This wrecking Atlantis

Now beyond the prominent sun
The call of crystal waves
The (crops) of crimson fire
As the ocean drinks the sun

Deep deep down
The mouth of pandemonium opens wide
Deep deep down
Where there's 'naught but pain
Where there's 'naught but pain
'naught but pain
'naught but pain
'naught but pain


6. AUSTERE

Black silhouette upon a darkened azure scenery
Cold hand receives this battered stone
This battered stone...

Twilight caress the windswept features
Unyielding shadow blacker still
Its shadow blacker still

All the wise dead gaze on the horizon
Into clouds as if contemplating where fire reborn
A fire reborn

Black silhouette, its shadow blacker still


7. HEAVENS BLACK SEA

Emensity over
With sterling eyes
Above the still remains
In solid reflection
[Warrant?] the sculpture
Sinking into oblivion
And down below
The night finds a mirror
Reluctant eye
A fragment of will
Yearning to sink
Into this heavens black sea
[Oh no/all aboard?]
Nothing will
Aeons
Slow reprieve
[Repeat]
Emensity over
With sterling eyes
Above the still remains
In solid reflection
[Warrant?] the sculpture
Sinking into oblivion
And down below
The night finds a mirror
Reluctant eye
A fragment of will
Yearning to sink
Into this heavens black sea


8. ON THE SHORES

Just like secrets, twisted alibis, for empty graves
Unlike manors, cut and burned, a thousand times

Not like ours, coiled in coffins, weeping echoes
Weeping echoes

Not by statues, golden monuments, war houses of worship
Unlike manors, where the great white sails, torn to shreds, No!

Not by promises, hungry shadows, in cold dark alleys
These rocky shores, are crafted, by the pulse of the sail
Ahh, by the pulse of the sail!

And here I go on...