1. SÍ GAOITHE

(Instrumental)


2. BLOODLESS

The things I wish I could unsee
The music I could silence
When we are left behind
When old fears grow strong
Who of this world will see the face of god
When we are buried
When we are forgotten
When we are forced to question
Mark their skin and tear their hearts out
It takes a dying man to see the truth
It holds back the answers
It waits patiently
It fuels hatred at the self
It's name is uncertainty
And it's music will not be silenced
We have no blood to give
These lands echoe our names
Yet they could not be further from your lips
We have no place in this world
Ashen,
As an effigy of the story teller
Laid restless in his tomb
Where his words beat hopelessly against the stone that traps him
You must spill blood to see the face of god
So mark our skin and tear our hearts out
We stand bloodless before you
As you force us in to the shadows
And we scream out in the dark
You will pass from this world grey and silent
Where we will linger hopeless
With the story teller in his tomb
Beating our heads against the stone


3. THIS UNRECOGNIZED DISEASE

Faceless, desolate, this isolation
It tears mind, body and soul
These cruel empty days seem unending, uncertain
And where crule words are whispered
There is no escaping the flame
The mind is blinded by disease
Stricken, the search for clarity
Failing to recognise the peril where dormant anxiety gathers
Pledge nothing but flesh
And trust only in death
The silence, the waiting
That familiar presence
Resentment
Resentment towards the self
Pacing, unnerving, the steps by the door
What fresh torture do they beckon
To drink poison is to them the only cure
Not untl your demise will this torment cease
Not until your spirit is driven from you
This unrecognized disease, dormant superstition, living decay
Alone to wander in your mind
Free from this world, free from a mothers curse
Free to gaze in complete apathy
At the limbs that writhe beneath you
As they twist and blacken
The very soil resonated
The land screamed out
But you were mute


4. FÁILTE NA MARBH

(Instrumental)


5. THE SHACKLED MIND

Sat alone, your silent contemplation
Illuminated in the candles dying flame
Sat in frustration with agonising thoughts of failed endeavours
You came to them with wounds torn open
A body wrought with desperation
And all who would help are denied absolution
Tradgedy has marked your life
Dulled your teeth and ground your bones to dust
A mind in shackles
Chained since birth to a broken ideal
You have grovelled before their altar
Yet still they offer no true salvation
Allow death to consume true redemption
Force the spirit into pathetic submission
Helpless you left alone to seek out a forgotten truth
Hidden behing blinded eyes
Blinded by age not ignorance
A terrifying reality that rests beneath a twisted form
You have seen your own death
You are hateful at yourself for living
Sat alone, in helpless frustration
Lone candle casts light upon the open coffin
That terrible altar before you
Place stones to hold the doors
And in rabid consuming fury you begin your task
You beat the corpse
Each blow drives out a lie
Lies that have marked your life
Each broken bone a shackle broken from you


6. SEARCH UNENDING

Plagued by torment
A crippling identity
Foundationless morality that casts aside a fading beauty
Left paralysed by this voluntary sickness
Left deaf to harsh cries
Futile pleas of the forgotten
They drown in their own blood
And with bloody hands they visit you
To confront you with a crippling realisation
You are as dead as they are
You will vanish but they will fade
Panicked by truth, a crippling absolute
You cannot see the bodies before you
Contorted they hang in the branches of trees
Oblivious to their slow decay
Oblivious to your hollow life
Your desolate existence
Your barren mind
This search has no ending
There is no meaning that waits to be found
So scream
Cry out your questions
Dry your tongue and choke on your words
Emptiness is all that awaits you
You built your world in total silence
Now silence is all that is left to you