This album is for you souls who feel you've come to the end of your rope, to the threshold of the abyss, to the limits of belief regarding identity, meaning, and purpose.
I say to you, the end is the beginning. But to get there, you must cross the void.
You must see what you have feared to see.
Yourself. Beyond creation and yet within it.
The chooser and the experiencer.
The hider and the revealer.
Hunter and hunted.
Nothing and everything.
The luminous dark, the pregnant night.
The Source of life and death.
The One at the Center, the Sole Creator of this vast illusion which you filled with stories and characters to spend eternity playing their roles.
You are remembering who you are.
It is time to come Home and see: You are all there is, all there ever was, all there ever can be.
The dream is what You make of it.
Two paths are before you now.
One, you continue to play and pretend at limitation and separation.
Two, you realize the truth: there are no limits, and all that you do, you do to yourSelf.
The power is in your hands. Wield it with a personal agenda and see where that takes you, or let it envelope you in mutual integration and see where the pathless path leads.
Let no other-being sway you from your Center. You decide.
Time and eternity, the character and the One: two sides of the paradox that we are.
Play well, my friend.
dark tranquillity
WE ARE THE VOID
1. shadow in our blood
we are delusional
to go against mortality
still we fight, love and create
as the only creatures
in on life's grand secret
we sense the pointlessness beyond
there is a void between our hands
that drown the sounds of night
an arrow laced with liquid darkness
for every sungod's heart
it has always been right here
like a shadow in our blood
it waits for you and me
the shadow in our blood
we are delusional
from fictional reality
to prayers for prosperity
loneliness
can we resist your pale attraction
give in to the dream with open eyes
how will this world within a world live on
another page torn from the book of strangers
who says "I" when all voices fear their own sound
and who remembers the hours
it has always been right here
like a shadow in our blood
it waits for you and me
the shadow in our blood
here in the barren and still
far from the shores of real
dreams borne beyond borders
on weave of thought and want
here we're invincible
it has always been right here
like a shadow in our blood
it waits for you and me
the shadow in our blood
2. dream oblivion
he takes a stand
and looks his enemy in the eye
this goes no further
i have the upper hand
this ends on my terms
i challenge non-existence
every single day
the end of mind
end of freedom
end of everything
a most violent event
breaks individuality
and turns out your shadow
in devastating light
that push against our eye
dance to the bloodsong
in dream oblivion
he makes a point
of sticking to the lie
this is the last time
i'm now done with this
i carry my nothing
every single day
the end of mind
end of freedom
end of everything
now with reality on end
the fall of all morality
dance to the bloodsong
in devastating light
that push against our eye
dance to the bloodsong
in dream oblivion
the end of faith
end of meaning
end of everything
3. the fatalist
eventually they'll come
your name has been called
out for aeons
to claim the blood
and salvage what remains
for once we've seen the fragile nature
of things behind these windows
where nothing lives
and nothing ends
and seen what drives the hopeless
in between their closing yellowed walls
the day will come
you are the fatalist
the day will come
you are the fatalist
you walk on soil that dreams of blood
how can we fight fatigue
in prehistoric sorrow?
when all is preordained
the cycle never ends
what once had been an endless realm
of possibility and dream
now laid to waste and ruin
laid to waste again
you wash your hands in blood
you squander time
we borrow from eternity
is it another lame excuse?
the day will come
you are the fatalist
the day will come
you are the fatalist
you walk on soil that dreams of blood
you are the fatalist
if nothing changes
then nothing ends
your thoughts are broken
your reasoning is flawed
defense is just an act
and lies are all you've got
now
you are the fatalist
you are the fatalist
how easy we can see
defeat behind your argument
the fatalistic smile
the day will come
you are the fatalist
the day will come
you are the fatalist
you walk on soil
that dreams of blood
the day will come
the day will come
you walk the ground
that screams for murder
4. in my absence
eyes that meet to say farewell
and linger through the sleepless nights
a trail of days that end in tears
but I can never be there
the rush of hours that never seem to end
what life has dealt you can not comprehend
i am the absentee
i know you're out there searching tonight
i'm right here
another day and I cannot see through your eyes
i'm right here
how could I have known what preceded your own thoughts
wish that I could listen to what only speaks inside
every raging dissonance
each jarring note
but i could never be there
how could you think that I would understand
when words just go around what the heart truly wants
i am the absentee
i know you're out there searching tonight
i'm right here
another day and i cannot see through your eyes
i'm right here
i want to tell you
of the exploding light
how everything is visible
moments before the dark
i am never, never there
i know you're out there searching tonight
another day and i'm not there
thrust with nails of conflict
anxiety and pain
through spells of anger, confusion and defeat
i wish you'd see me here in front of you
but i am not here
i know you're out there searching tonight
i'm right here
another day and i cannot see though your eyes
i know you're out there
but i'm right here
another day and i cannot see though your eyes
lead me right
5. the grandest accusation
what if you are an island of sorrow
then i'll be the raging sea
what if you are the reaching trees
then i'll be the storm that with fire rages
the new loneliness
your name on the door
just like a diagnose
for venomous disease
man is the cemetery for unlived life
all for nought
the grand accusation
your face is your name
word and shield
sharp as a curse
man is the cemetery for unlived life
all for naught
the grand accusation
you chose rejection
over thoughts of insight
you take action
from focus on intent
and brace for impact
not waiting for the fall
what cries here, cries inside
man is the cemetery of unlived life
the grand accusation
what if you were a country of grief
with me the invading force
what if you were to measure the hollow
that captivates and devours you
the new loneliness
your name on the door
just like a diagnose
for venomous disease
man is the cemetery for unlived life
all for naught
6. at the point of ignition
do not hide your sorrow
or banish it from sight
take it out to burn
turn the pain against it
in our day that holds no other
what are we
the fuel or the flame
in the life that hides behind you
what are you
the fuel or the flame
in our proud momentum
thrust ahead from the start
our fragile frame falls apart
i hear you in my echo
a few steps behind
i see you in my shadow
waiting inside
what if we don't question
the meaning of it all
the answer in our system
bound to kill the spark
the moment so elusive
hangs heavy over our heads
scorns the doubting nomads
that burn another trail
in our day that holds no other
what are we
the fuel or the flame
in the life that hides behind you
what are you
the shine of trembling stars
worlds in the distance
curse this lack of sight
into darkness without end
in our day that holds no other
what are we
the fuel or the flame
in the life that hides behind you
what are you
the fuel or the flame
in our day that holds no other
what are we
in the life that hides behind you
what are you
what are you
7. her silent language
why do I see her
through neverending nights
why do I see her
wearing nothing but the dark
have you come here to warn me
of what I cannot see
you want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
i know where you live
i can see through your darkness
and when you sleep
i hear the heart that beats you
have you come here to warn me
of what I cannot see
you want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
eyes far into the distance
a life that does not connect
time played out its part
on strings that bind us
encounters in silence
words elude the fading night
wish i could fathom
what is too hard to tell
her head hangs low
in the silence of her room
her head hangs low
she takes a bite out of her heart
have you come here to warn me
of what I cannot see
you want to tell me something
but you do not have the words
8. arkhangelsk
held by winter's chokehold fast
fixed in anxiety's firm grip
the frost that burn the arteries
underneath the heavy clouds
the lifted sword, the broken shield
the hand that drew the final word
from the frozen mouth of arkhangelsk
let them go, let them burn the world to cinders
and let their heads hang down
falling through the tungsten skies
on the burning grounds of arkhangelsk
to the eye of judgement now
one will stand in the time of the end
(time of the end)
sun to stone, air to fire
all to nothing and nothing to nil
they gather, drowning to the sounds
of the grinding wheels of arkhangelsk
with one word, one movement in the fabric
everything dies
the storm that sweeps the world away
from the frozen plains of arkhangelsk
inherit from the morning star
what others brought and the land forgot
soaring through van allen belts
through blazing stars, through dying suns
collide not now, but carry us
through the burning air of arkhangelsk
9. i am the void
drink this water again
that runs by without memory
where your name is lost
drink and forget yourself
this featureless stream
that carries your face further on
these waters know you
it calls you by your one true name
have you ever noticed
the spaces in-between
where life is in recession
and agony begins
i am the call
i speak inside of you
i am the void
that haunts you
i am the howl
that calls you out
i am the void
i am the void
you rest your weary head
on to the underworld
and let the silent whispers
guide your waking dreams
in time with the pulse
of what is long since gone
the beat of the fallen
is cold already in your blood
the machinery of chaos
comes alive in you
chained to the grinding wheel
of forces unseen
i am the call
i speak inside of you
i am the void
that haunts you
i am the howl
that calls you out
i am the void
i am the void
you have always been between
another set of walls
outside of which the world
is watching down on you
inside the silence speaks
kept close to the endless alibi
never reaching out
never give in
i am the call
i speak inside of you
i am the void
that haunts you
i am the howl
that calls you out
i am the void
you have always been between
another set of walls
outside of which the world
is watching down on you
inside the silence speaks
kept close to the endless alibi
never reaching out
never give in
i am the call
i speak inside of you
i am the void
that haunts you
i am the howl
that calls you out
i am the void
i am the void
10. surface the infinite
it starts below
the bile and the burning
darkness in the recipe
a fire of the soul
to paralyze and stranglehold
disable the design
the remnants of reality
in our measured time
is torn apart
we carry our fear inside
a space that holds the darkness
we stretch our skin around
to cover the abyss
the smirk on our reality
at the future we foresee
blood that seeks redemption
in endless nights of sin
stays with the spears
that pierce the blinding sun
we heard from the heralds of grief
that nothing remains
we carry our fear inside
a space that holds the darkness
we stretch our skin around
to cover the abyss
breaks into day
upsets the system
it's in our nature to bear
the hidden to the end
what if this feeling contains a truth
what if our dreams give way to the dogma of old
what if lost desires can be found
no shelter
no barriers between
what's already inside
betrays what the surface holds
we wear our lives
on wires and dust
like demons of the lost
still wrapped in our own confusion
the call of the abyss
we carry our fear inside
a space that holds the darkness
we stretch our skin around
to cover the abyss
11. iridium
let the horizon lead
onto the ether of the night
draped across the burning heavens
flying homeward like a bird of the soul
shattered into a million brighter suns
each flare unique and rare
scattered across forever
out from creation's core
an end beyond compare
iridium
now is the time to leave
we lie awake, we stand afire
at the edge of the world
above a myriad of light
below the mantle of the stars
and strangely they fall
shattered into a million brighter suns
each flare unique and rare
scattered across forever
out from creation's core
an end beyond compare
iridium
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