1. EVER CLIMBING

Shape and form, history of the world
Ever climbing, ever shifting in its path
Without form, without end, always forward
Steps shaped by ages, the paths of man.

Swallowing oceans, the mountains have moved
And where now will you go?
A world only your own
Even young bones splinter and bow -
Put one foot in front of another and grab hold.

The weight is yours to carry to pause is to die.
To die is to be forgotten
The mountains shift as i grab hold.
Crawling now, crawling home
The earth is changing in its form.
Ever climbing, alone


2. FRONTIERS

(Instrumental)


3. OLD SOULS' NEW DAWN

Ageless, the world turns on.
Ever forward without the care
And where are the children now?
Who will fight tomorrow's war?
Within the youth our army -
Old blood moving through young hearts
They will take to the seas.
Ageless, they will take to the plains
Against an ever setting sun,
The armies of youth gather as one
Chasing down the down,
The old souls will ride on
One stands amongst the trembling
The light in the boy's eye will be a line in the man's.
They will take to the peaks.
Fearless, they will take to the skies
We have only fresh - vein, bone, and sinew
A skyward eye, and a nailed hand.


4. CATCHER

Catcher of the plains, healer of plagues
Forever the rider on the badlands
Alone against the dusk
Catcher, in clouds, rider of storms
On horseback in the dreamscape desert
He is the rider, he is the night
As chaos sweeps the night and takes the dawn
The catcher of the plains alone understands
Catcher of dreams.
Seer of ends.


5. DEATHLESS TUNDRA

I believed nothing could break my will
The desert does not forgive.
My eyes fighting against the bitter sun
The miles do not end
The tundra is all there is, and all that will be
I fall, my face in burning sand.
My will so distant now
As my body collapses, i can't recall why i am here at all
This is not my world of dreams, my life of promise
Where is my world? where is my truth?
I have found the only truth in the burning desert sand i will finally find silence


6. THE DUST LAKES

(Instrumental)


7. ALL LOST IN AIMLESS CHAOS

Powerless against the swirling dark, aimless
Forever fevered desperate hands reaching wild in the black
This world had eyes.
This world had dreams.
A blind swirling mass lives where hope collapsed
The ever present dark, all are crawling lost
All dreams obscured.
All hopes collapsed.