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Prelude
02:24
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2. |
Lullaby
04:16
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3. |
The Boatman's Theme
05:48
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Haunting Meadows
03:56
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haunting meadows
far from men
once were many
now there are so few
bold in contrast
now and then
just like feathers
white and black and blue
ceaseless chatter
rivals, friends
noises that the ones who are left
won't do
silent ones can still be seen
taking with them
what remains
its true
in them
what is gone
might be renewed
oh the few
haunting meadows
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6. |
Ashen Song
04:24
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7. |
Everything Heals
02:58
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broken statues of long forgotten gods
stand under a volcanic sky
greyness permeates everything
air is still and skeletally dry
but heavy as with humidity
before me does an ancient city rise
spires cracked and crumbling
blackened stones steal color from my eyes
a shadow behind everything
it wears feminine beauty perfectly
follow I must and I do so blindedly
through avenues lined with the fallen
up to a portico
where evil's agent turns its face to me
everything heals
thats not made of stone
eagle flies
through skies as yet unknown
over the ocean
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8. |
Iron Grey Sky
03:28
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9. |
Once More at Port
02:03
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10. |
Comes Now the Bear
04:44
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hear my voice
though only a whisper
the power to melt stone
hides within the softest sound
life thus called
from tomb alabaster
flee not this place
like a deer
provoking a deadly force of nature
to strike out in search of us
comes now the bear who runs with thunder
smoldering eyes on my submission bent
even as he vaults my shoulder
down the hillside
I can sense his return and I feel my heart
slow
silence spreads
a cloak on the forest
slumbering trees witness not
what happens now
mind like water
trapped in a basin
to light and heat yields
leaping high
forming a crystal gazing-fountain
reflecting the return of the onrushing
bear whose teeth take hands prisoners
circling wide, face pressed to my abdomen
and so we must now forever dance together
though a feast shall be made of me if I stray
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eyes get used to darkness
after so long
what once was wreathed in shadow
soon becomes home
light from a thousand distant suns
reaches the world
dreams of will-imbued reflections
as smoke do skyward curl
the lonesome voice of the night-bird
offers its song
of rivers fast flowing wide
melody forged of joy-tempered sorrows
reaches the moon
how sweet now to be alone
in this world-threatened place
and yet pressure is mounting
building up in my soul
daylight is breaking
it's time to run
wouldn't it make it easier
to forget about this race
where winning is worse than losing?
that's why I've let my eyes get used to darkness
for there is no glory of God
but where peace might exist
even as I must step out in the daylight
with the song of the night-bird will my bones pray
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12. |
Wreath of Leaves
07:09
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