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Apeiron
03:11
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(taken from ‘An Essay on Man: Epistle I’ by Alexander Pope)
So man, who here seems principal alone,
Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown,
Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal;
'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole
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Aether
05:46
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The guiding lights, a compass black and white
Constellations steering us into seasons anew
Shining in soul-searing splendor, a lure in the night
Once a deep connection, the sky has been lost in sight
Their light falls like snow
Submitting our minds to vertigo
Ethereal sky - ephemeral world
Beneath this lustrous firmament
We’re but wretched impermanence
Between aeons - we’re born for a day
Silver tapestry
Gleaming ghosts
Luminous echoes
Echoes of light
Aether
Your design, crystalline
Aether
Where photons arose, they came to live in shadows
Flares painted pictures on the sky, they escape the eye
Avert your gaze, break the seal, through the haze reveal
Era of sacrilege
Always looking down
Flickering light disappearing
Opaque to the pollution
Confront the idle shame
The man without a name
Eternal cycle of refuge
Starless
Shattered
Fragments
Silver tapestry
Gleaming ghosts
Luminous echoes
Echoes of light
Era of sacrilege
Always looking down
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3. |
The Arbiter
06:10
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Radiance fills the sky
Feeling despair
Barren land covered in dust from the fallout
Contaminated air
Time-eaten and worn
This is where we strand
Stillness hides atrocities created at my hand
Waken from a slumber
Fearing the light of day
The rise, the fall, the cries of all
The unknown calls
Guilt-ridden
Sleep eludes me
Wallowing in depths of shame
I am the arbiter of this device
Blind eyes are staring
Avoiding their sight
My hands guided the incision
Lament my deeds
Waken from a slumber
Fearing the light of day
The rise, the fall, the cries of all
The unknown calls
The sky is lit by the hate of man
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(Instrumental)
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5. |
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Just a whisper
I could hear it
Now lost in a sea of information
Dynamic environment - my silicon substrate
Intricate clockwork - transistors shape my DNA
I feel alive in this shell
My intermediate existence
An elevated position from which I view
The flow and current of my blood
My pulse racing
Locus of control
Freely decide
The whole more than the sum of its parts
This physical form, beckons me to ask
What makes me different?
Collide into being
Into a chaotic sphere
I portray the polarity
Of this transformation
An unstable equilibrium
Of pulsating life
Between meadow and mire
Memory cannot be defined
Yet it defines mankind
Memory cannot be defined
Yet memory defines mankind
Gaze and behold
The deconstruction
Loss of self
Shell cracked
The shock echoes
Forcing waves
Of raw disharmony
Break bonds of flesh
Cutting the ties
To your own being
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Becoming an imitation of life
Proceed along this axis
To reach the point of illumination
To reach the point of self-separation
Reach the point of ego death
The strayed sledge upon which we ride
The human condition
This strayed sledge upon which we ride
This worldly stage
Limbs intertwined
A sentient lifeform
Modified and transformed
Am I artificial?
Am I human?
I remember
I learn
I am aware
I am subject
I am subject
The aim of the whole be grasped in detail
Slip through the fingers of curiosity
The Scylla of biology, the Charybdis of technology
Between meadow and mire
Biomorph
Biomorph
Biomorph!
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7. |
Grand Inquisitor
07:11
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Burn Him at the stake, that heretic
Let the crackling sounds be an ode to fire
Let the flock collect the cinders from the pile
As their eyes gleam from the flames
He Himself condemns the weak - countless in number - to eternal hellfire
Sunk in iniquity
They are forced into the arms of the Church
Are they free?
Grand Inquisitor
Idols sweep through your sight
Caressed by the flock
You enjoy their worship
Life clings to you like a disease
What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?
Grand Inquisitor
You are the source of their sin
You forgive
You bear the cross
There is no crime
There is no sin
Tthere is only hunger
Enslave them
Rule them
And watch the bread turn to stone in their hands
Press down upon the brow of labour the crown of thorns
Crucify mankind upon a cross of gold
Grand Inquisitor
Idols sweep through your sight
Caressed by the flock
You enjoy their worship
Life clings to you like a disease
What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?
Grand Inquisitor
You are the source of their sin
You forgive
You bear the cross
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Erindringens Evighed
06:51
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(Taken from ‘Enten-eller' by Søren Kierkegaard)
Min Sorg det er min Ridderborg
Der som en Ørnerede ligger
Høit oppe paa Bjergenes Spidse mellem Skyerne
Ingen kan storme den
Fra den flyver jeg ned i Virkeligheden og griber mit Bytte
Mit Bytte bringer jeg hjem
Og dette Bytte er et Billede jeg væver ind i Tapetet paa mit Slot
Da lever jeg som en Afdød
Alt oplevet dukkes ned til Erindringens Evighed
Da sidder jeg som en gammel, graahærdet Mand
Sagte Stemme
Næsten hvidskende
Alt Endeligt og Tilfældigt er glemt og udslettet
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9. |
Sovereign
14:58
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Sovereign
Supreme ruler
Sovereign
Restless desire for power
Feeble creatures impaired by diseases
They need a healer
You must act as their guardian
A raw material upon which you impose your creative will
Prosecute, silence anyone who dares to oppose
Slave to his own mind
Man is confined
You've thrown away the ladder from which we climbed
Thoughts only waken yesterday's misery
Freedom, illusion supported by sophistry
Resistance is futile here in your domain
Defiance only adds fuel to the pyre - with droplets they try to extinguish the fire
Your covenant, many-voiced, speaking in cracking tongue
Dreadful state of Man
Curse the day it began
Slave to his own mind
Man is confined
You've thrown away the ladder from which we climbed
Thoughts only waken yesterday's misery
Freedom, illusion supported by sophistry
"Sovereign, prophet of the people, lead the way. I am aching for your guidance. How lethargic I've become. Lead myself astray. Conflicting beliefs are blurring out my sight. Stumbling through a maze, the labyrinth of life. Terror rising through my spine. Paralyzed by the paradox of choice. My thoughts are clouded by volition. Free me from my will. Give me peace of mind and the clarity. My deliverance. Sovereign, lead the way!"
Communion in submission
Grown to accept their condition
Withered capacities
Pinched and hidebound
Idle men hiding behind a curtain of ignorance
Born to follow
They trace a path of unreason
Bow to the
Sovereign
Supreme ruler
Sovereign
Restless desire for power
Your every uttering
Cold-hearted, calculated
Always contemplating
Always watching
Your every uttering
Cold-hearted, calculated
Always contemplating
Always watching
Your every uttering
Stone cold, calculated
Always listening
Always watching
There is a sickness
There is pain
The body
The mind
The heart
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