1. WINTER'S BURDEN

Children of the fog we are
Ashes, ashes of the winter
Heaped upon blooming corpses of summer

Our past ... to bring ?
To watch ... the knights fall
To await ... the winter

To wait the ligth to enter
To light their tombs with new born
splendour

Children of the fog we are
Bleak, impenetrable
Gathering across the land
over city, moor-side and barrow

Cold hands we are
Vice-like as shackles
a'seeking out the throats of those

Who dare approach us with their candles
Silent as the grave we are

Hollow, watching, waiting
For the sun to rise on Solstice day

To lead our children away
To begin again, a world a'new
Kith and Kin a Spring to view


2. THE SOUL OF THE WORLD

(Instrumental)


3. AKASHA AFLAME

Henge capacitor
Trapped influx
At the mercy ...
Of foul immersive powers !

Submersed semantics
Etheral architecture
Thrashed by te caustic hands,
Hidden order
Scarred by the caustic mind

Temples (within temples, within temples,
within temples)

Hidden order
Scarred by the caustic mind
Hidden eyes
Assassins of secrecy

Geo-neural divination reconnects lost
pathways
Between Earth
And Man

I have seen the machinery behind the
clouds
Vast cogs turning, powering the night
Great skyships carrying who knows
what to who knows where

Enclosed in the mechanism we are
Ghosts in the machine and of the
machine
I don't know what this means ...
but I do know that this is fear
There is fear.

I saw it all grinding up the skies
I pondered upon nature, the nature of
organics and steel
Organics versus steel

Fire filling the horizons,
All is Roaring

This has always been here, surrounding
us all
Wich part of the machine am I ?
What then is our purpose here ?
What are gods in the face of steel ?

Sentient circuits in the flux

What is wake and what is dream ?

Twisting and turning through space
The ghost crew of an obsolete machine

I do not know what this means ...
But I do know that this is fear


4. THE HEAVENS IN TRACTION

(Instrumental)


5. WILDERNESS

The sordid afterglow, birthmark, all
that should be forgotten
Starving the messianic flames
Fettered aurora, weakly blinking
There are vines around the sun


6. TEETH OF OAK

Arid grey chokehold receding
Lifegiving winds begin reseeding
Tendrills peer out through the cracks,
Creep, wind and thicken
Lovelessly

Hands that take, that break,
Hands that won't stop reaching
Roots that tread, that stamp,
Roots that just won't stop pushing
Mighty towers molder, green force
uncontained, unconstrained

The path to heaven is paved with vile
intentions.
Life is ugly, jittery and restless
Ubiquity, now remembered only
through the glints of scattered plastic
Green force uncontained

And the forest has now taken flight ...
...Its restless, writhing roots uprising !
Arid grey chokehol receding


7. ASOMATOUS REAKENING

And so, you shall rise from this land