DISC 1 - COME WIND, COME WEATHER

1. DEPTHS

Gatekeeper!

Tell me of the time that you looked down to the brook to see
My time-forsaken brother as he sank past reality
Space stood between us
There was no looking back
I chased, I tried, my God denied
His body usurped by our accuser

The ink has spilled across the page
Shaping surviving sun to shade
And that bird's been circling round my door
Crying out for "nevermore"

Illuminate your child into the depths of the sea
Where darkness thought to rule the deep
May you forever reign supreme
Lasciate Ogne Speranza Voi Ch'intrate

Nothing turns to nothing
Being torn from essence
Theodicy like gravity pulled us apart
Recompense for existence
Past the point of paranoia to the precipice of fear
Shudders the bones of every unrequited squire sleeping here
We looked upon such suffering
And knew in one moment that we were no longer

Capsize the ship
Tie a noose to its captain
I defy you, stars
Your fate is a coward

We cast a line into grey waters
And reeled back dry heaps of ash

What have we done?
We dwell without the sun
"The dreams of reason have produced monsters
The dreams of reason have produced monsters"

I saw the dark wood
The moon sinking in the moor
Oh sleeper, sink down to spindles
As Acheron carries you away from our hands

To wake into numbness
To open our eyes
Consuming decay
Fertilize our demise!
You come like a thief in the night
So Lord won't you cut me? (Lord won't won't you cut me?)
They locked you away
They put you to sleep
But I'm not ready, there's no surcease
She'll speak in your dreams
Keep the word on your lips
Your ear to the ground
Awake in his sleep
Cracked bells clanging out false calls for freedom

And when I slept in that garden
Lord did you see me as I was dreaming?
This is no grave for the salt of the earth
This is no flame for the light of this world


2. EVERYTHING THAT RISES MUST CONVERGE

We might suppose that this is love
We might become like broken mirrors
Reflecting mere shapes and shades, until we have faces

Drifting through our paradoxes
Until we have faces

Prisoner: disappeared for the sake of the world
“Behold, I make all things anew”
Feel me, alert to the sound of your heart

I drowned in the desert to the thirst for the sea
Disguised by the light to blind the dark in me
I drowned in the desert to thirst for the sea
At the death of the garden plant the seeds of eternity
He’s watching over us
She’s watching over us

Sleeper: A prison comprised of self
“Behold, I make all things anew”
Feel me, alert to the sound of your breath

(Prisoner)
Love is the pasture in the House of the Lord
A jubilee economy for none to afford
(The fire is surrounding!)
And our fabric was woven piece by piece
and all the while we sat singing “Sweet sleep surround surcease”
(Prisoner)
Revel in reticent revelations
As movements of the Spirit extinguish this distinguishing conflagration
(You sleep safe in your cell!)
Lines were tearing out that negative space
Defined by figure eight patterns bringing us face to face
Prisoner
The fire is surrounding
Prisoner
You sleep safe in your cell


3. A FLOOD STRONG ENOUGH TO CONSUME THE HOUSE

Oh my offspring, oh fragile one:
I lay on the altar
When will my reaping end?
When will my reaping end?

You plunged your blade into the horizon
To let it bleed out visceral hues of red for the last time

Such capacity for inhumanity!
Taking in that we’ll never again begin
Diverge to a static rot
And if you, oh Lord, reside upon this serene seafloor
I’m compelled to implore
Did you sink, or did you simply abide in my deep?

Out of nothing, but something, you came
And it’ll reap the sow of this tableau tonight
Guards paradoxically living under lock and key
I must rescind my sentience, the nescience I extol
The antithesis of life, that sickness unto death
I must rescind my sentience: the sickness that I know

Faith is to fate, a pale horse to its rider
It is we who are free
No longer captive to your coercive control
I must rescind my sentience: the sickness that I know

Father, I...
I know our margins have widened
But could there be space for a fool to wander this earth,
To ink our name in the blood of a martyr on your footstool?
No boundaries or borders
“I should have been a pair of rugged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas"
But first tell me: Did you see through my opacity?

Innocent, I do not assent to the unrelenting tide
There’s blood staining these waters
Evaporated to circle the sky
Innocent, I do not assent to the unrelenting tide
My blood’s staining your waters
Evaporated to circle the sky
No, “I am a man of unclean lips”
I’ll welcome that coal to send away my sin


4. EMERGE

Faceless bodies, abstracted and dissected
Torrid tongues tasting blood to cure their curse
Oppression is their language

Shifting shades, illusions in the desert
The Twilight of the Idols is at hand

In the quiet, you’ll hear us cry out
To the stars I plead my case
Yet the heavens seem quiescent
Entropy: perforate my senses
Devolving from dust into dust

But you won’t relent until our every desert is filled with water

And His love came down!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And His love came down!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And it rescued me!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And I believe
I believe


5. THE DELUGE

The Sound and the Fury, the spaces between
All our distinctions you cast to the sea
Lord, how can this be?
How can this be?

I’ve been waiting on inspiration
He must be gasping in his dreams
Cold air turns to condensation
And it’s bursting out at the seams

If I were Pilate I’d sever my steady hands
From ten feet high and six feet down
Did you witness our exchange
As Judas sold his home for a grave?
For a grave

Though we continued to sink down
I saw your face trickle through my once-jaded glass
Not removing but filling all the...
Subdivided spaces between
I held that phantasm at closest scrutiny
To ensure that this was you instead of me

Everything is quiet, subsequently alive:
All this created and perpetually divine
Behold, you make all things anew
Die among us so we may die for you
Everything is quiet, subsequently alive
All this created and perpetually divine
Behold, you make all things anew
Reside among us so we may live for you
How can this be, Lord, how can this be?

Silence O Israel, see the light
Wait for the sound
Chaos of the Cosmos
You won’t relent until we have faces
Chaos of the Cosmos
From every tide, endlessly you emerge

Make us whole
(Make us whole)
Piece our body to our puzzled soul
Guide our feet so we can wander no more
(Make us whole)
Let it be so - Christ Inshallah
Oh, Incarnation, make us whole!

Neither height nor depth could separate us from your Son
Neither life nor death could stand between what you’ve begun
As we expire we lift our eyes to you
Come wind, come weather
Churches in prison praising through the walls
You preach petricore as the elect were meant for
We lost our lives, you took this war
You settled the score, oh you settled the score
"Binding the broken, giving sight to the blind,"
Instilling the host of life



DISC 2 - LASTSLEEP (1944-1946)

1. TINY HANDS (AU REVOIR)

I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire.
But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword, brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light.
"To the dead we owe only the truth" - the human condition.
Surveying the space between the nave I saw my own infernal grave - existential imperfection
We sat scrawling out notes on scratched oak tombs bullets bouncing off stonewall saints laid to rest by our Forebear at their children,
at the dissidence of despair. This proximal milieu could close the door to the closeness that keeps us inside the spaces that we hide.
My heart burns cold as life leaves my daughter's eyes. I am the mother of the dying, the dust, the denouement
How can absence take my father's house? How can nothing take my daughter's life? Walk me out from this tomb.
If you are the gatecould you make a way? Come down from that cross; hold out your hands so I can see

Je suis sorti vivant du four crématoire
Je suis le témoin sacré de l'église
Je suis une mère qui a tout perdu
This fire burns your name on my lips;
This smoke chokes your song on my throat
Now let death lynch my lungs
I offer what's left of this withering tongue
But oh, "No Exit" so bright as the light that shines behind the Son
I leapt through stained glass saints to fall to the garden where we first begun


2. FROM TIDES

(Instrumental)


3. DARKSTRAND (HIBAKUSHA)

Creation creates a void. My hand held to the glare of this burnt impasse;
yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis.
You're caught in stasis, matched with mine.
Quantify time with meter and rhyme to calculate a way to prove that you are alive.

Isolated, trapped between, a picture of you now stained on the street.
Oh mother, teach me how to die.

In your shadow I saw to a distant future;
your life was only a nominal fee.
Signing the sound of silence, signaling the end.
They took your life, mother, as a pretense to pretend.

The hand that feeds us sat you down.

Covered my eyes, thrusted the styli, retraced the timeline to call it suicide.

Will you wait for me?
Death was the chorus - our lives frames in refrain.
Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead.
I'd rather sleep and see you soon than die alone in the wake of this nuclear catastrophe.
We were made to create, you spoke us out of nothing.
Out of the chaos we caused, naked we came, shadows we leave.

Salt of the Earth: Preserve their songs,
Light of World: Burn out the shadows.
Infinite echoes of stifled screams - the abyss you created will ever stare back into me.

Will you wait for me?


4. TO CAVES

[Instrumental]


5. WASTELAND (VECHNOST)

We "won the War"
We made a temple to thieves
Enshrining the great criminal who promised heaven without God
If we had sight to seem
To see the seven seas could cease to be
Or freeze in me
We'd shake this sudden sundering and subsequently
Cross the strait
And traverse the wastes
We'll beat your rifles to shovels
And dig a proper grave for our sons
Who saw
The end
Of God:
Wasteland
The flag
Will fall
With the wall we built:
Wasteland
Apostate to the State
Witness to the Dead:
For you know only a heap of broken Image
And when you rid this earth of God we shall shelter Him underground
Fall into the coldest wastes of humanity -
Darkening circles fed by deepening graves. "Death solves all problems,"
Your heart is a statistic
No mother, no resistance... but still she precludes the grave
They saw
The end
Of God:
Wasteland
The flag
Will fall
With the walls we built:
Wasteland