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The End ptI
04:06
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"I once heard tales
The fires burning and lighting the path
Shadows stretching under a white hot gaze
So oppressive yet so beautiful
A blade in the back that warms the heart
Or so it would appear to be
Life giving and stealing both
What yearning I have had to quell
What hardships I have faced in the
Light of this torment so branded me
What lifetimes I would have given for that sun
To kiss my face
My darkened faced so pale from the depths in which I stood
And from those depths I carried this spark
This spark granted me in dreams I could not fathom
These dreams that carried me forth
A charge that lifted my soul
Beyond the drudgery of those below
Safe inside their walls
And what mountains I have bested
What kingdoms laid bare
This obsession granted me strength to find what?
A garden so wilted and shamed beyond rebirth
A wasted aeon granted what?
A spark from me given unwilling?"
What light exists for me?
What gardens tales have promised me
A fruit in trees, light dappled leaves
There's more this stone yet hides from me
But I cannot know
The dusting of this daily bread
Devoid I rest my weary stead
There's nothing, there's something, there's nothing said
This silent Eden surrounds me yet
I promised, I promised, I promised me
You promised me
You promised me
What archon calls for me?
Cut cloth and paved the way for me?
Here I stand awaiting his decree
This pounding silence will not cease
For I cannot know
I have done all he asked of me
And here broken - I'm left wanting
There's nothing, there's something, there's nothing left
This silent Eden surrounds me yet
I promised, I promised, I promised me
You promised me
You promised me
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2. |
The Beginning
09:05
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"A temple stands for you, sojourner
When light decays and dreams awake
and naught may stand in the way
Come carry the weight of dismay and hopes
laid bare for the archon who calls
Hie on, dear sojourner, child of eternity
Whence ashes fall and alight the earth,
bells tolling for the path laid out before you
This seed I plant in you that you may hear
that you may listen and know
Sojourner in silence, break thy voice
Stillness kept soft need shake and tremble"
What wonder calls?
The voice deiphic
Speaks to me with clarity
In dreams I wake awaiting
My fortune laid out before me
A mountain calls, a kingdom stands
Dilapidated
Oh, the wonder of the voice that calls
Echoes in my heart
Could this be
The very reason I have sought?
The words to guide me
Through the ashes and bones
That I've made of my home?
The dream must surely be
The answer I have sought
An angel calls, and here I answer:
I am ready
Angel of
Dreams, I hear you calling
Wingless I'll
Fly for you
Mercy I
Beg for this, my journey
Come the red sun
I'll reach
Reach into oblivion
Eyes toward the sun
The clarion call ringing
Sweet within my ears
The horizon in the distance
It reaches for me, beckoning
A pillar I'll be, a way for light
A consummation
From the dregs below with banners raised,
Their falsity defined
From this dawn I make my way for divinity
Cut from cloth of such prophets
Incarnate, such is mine
Angel of
Dreams, I hear you calling
Wingless I'll
Fly for you
Up from this soil
The smoke has cleared
I am want for nothing
Come the red sun
I'll reach
Reach into oblivion
But in my dreams
Am I more than just a counterpart
Have I corrupted Light
Am I the Truth or just a work of art
What comes of a martyr
When honesty prevails
When the ashes fall
Will I be standing or come the release?
Oh, But I know
She came to me, beckoned me
And conquered my heart
So that I may be the one to see
When ashes fall
And alight the earth
What must I become
My hands, they tremble
Come what may on this path
These darkening skies
I shall stand no reprieve
As above, so below, I trust
I'll not let fear misguide me
When wonder calls for me
So I shall see
The voice deiphic
Came to me with clarity
I cannot ignore the way
No matter what may befall me
The first step
Holds the heart in ice so break it
Shatter that which holds you so fast
The temple's waiting
Come what may, thy will be done
I choose, I choose this sojourn
Come the end I can't be wrong
An angel called, and I am ready
Angel of
Dreams, I hear you calling
Wingless I'll
Fly for you
Mercy I
Beg for this, my journey
Come the red sun
I'll reach
Reach for my angel of
Dreams, I hear you calling
Wingless I'll
Fly for you
Up from this soil
The smoke has cleared
I am want for nothing
Come the red sun
I'll reach
Reach into oblivion
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3. |
Cathedral
09:22
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"So come hence towers of ivory
A crown of thorn upon heads plated in gold
Piercing not and bleeding none
Falsifiers all
Where yet these pilgrims weep and pray
None answer but these men of cloth
In robes stained with flowers since wilted
How can men in good conscience
Claim rights with hands so pristine?"
What spoke to me
Held me in such firmament
A quoin on which to build myself
My strength on which to draw
I know in truth
What these houses yet lack
In honesty and love they see
But filth and defilement
And how can these men
In accountancy be held
When flocks are running circles
Nosed in the shit of them?
I see, I see the truth
What choice have I?
This vessel carries forth
Tattooed in the light
They'll see, they'll know
Run the walls red
Run the walls red
For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh
May the bells chime
What love is this
When fear makes a mouse of men
In robes once white
Now stained in flowers yet to bloom
Come all ye faithful
Come all ye fearful
I condemn you, men
Witness mockery writ large
On ivory pedestal
With blade become the meek
The fearful kept upon their knees
Come all ye faithful
Come all ye fearful
So mote it be done
So mote it be done
For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh
Wrap the stole
Hang judgement for all to see
Bear the fruit
In gardens you've lain
Whoever sows
To please the flesh
From flesh will reap destruction
Bear the marks
Of the martyr you claim to be
Deep in hands
No longer pristine
Cut the chords
No longer a hymn to sing
The swelling choir sings beauty to me
Come child of light and see
Where honest pilgrims march
These bones become your path
Blood becomes your wine
Take from these gutless men
What you must carry forth
Come sojourn on your way
Silence be their names
For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
For emptiness conquering
Cups overflowing with nothing
Bread and wine fattening and sickening
Guts of pestilence overhanging
Falsity craves falsity
When dregs are where they deserve to be
If swords hang delicate
Then cut the threads, marry steel to their flesh
Run the walls red and
Marry steel to their flesh
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4. |
Ash and Stone
07:39
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These mountains mock me
I hear them
Whispering in their false tongues
Forked as each trail
They know my path
But they lead me astray at
Every moment
Hie on, she said to me
And carry on I have
Through fields and rain
These wilds they speak, forbidden
Glacial tongues that grip me
Oh, ennoble my facade
Apotheosis of these heathen claims
They beckon
But carry naught but decay in their wake
Come chimes, I pray for thee
Whence comes the dark I fear
What could be birthed from that gaping void
A face I know approaches
What choice?
I cannot retreat
Why do you carry my facade?
Come, I beg, steel my flesh again
My heart, it shakes in this wood that listens
Come, angel, guide my hands again
When crack these masks, their faces will show
Incarnation of sin, what right have you to my fall?
I claim this right for thee, I beckon
And triumphant I'll stand o'er bodies of dust and bone
Come, false deities, I beg you and I
Name you Ash and Stone
Sojourner, shake and tremble
Feel the fire in your heart wither
Gods more ancient than you know
Call this realm home
And will not be swayed by yours
With earth and stone you will fall
With dust and air you will choke
Your countenance raised will see no light
Only roots and earth that bind
Oh, angel of dreams
Aid your paragon
Surely your grace is so blinding
Surely these horrors cannot stand
Call your victor, Sojourner
Call your winged excuse
It matters not for thee
Thy will is not to be done
With soil and smoke you will fall
With ash and darkness remain
The bitter fruit you bear
No lips will ever again stain
Oh, but I know
I am more than just a counterpart
Angel they'll feel our light
We are the truth, we are works of art
Angel of this sojourner's dreams
Know we not your journey
Our battle concerns you not
But no choice were we given
With ash and stone we are named
With ash and stone you have failed
Sojourner, cast thy weapon aside
And tend thy wounds
Come, I beg, steel my heart again
My hands, they shake in this wood that listens
Come, angel, guide my light again
When crack this mask, my tears they will flow
Incarnation of sin, what right have you to her fall?
I claim this right for thee, I promise
And triumphant you stand o'er bodies of light and blood
Come, false deities, I beg you and I
Name you Ash and Stone
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5. |
Breathing Water
04:10
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I once dreamed of you
Lay we in the sun
Our fingers crossed as our souls
Days careless as our hearts
Come dear
Hold your head high, love
Won't you please
Carry on for me
We once dreamed of us
Our days in the sun
Smiles playing on us as we
Whispered secrets to the stars
Come dear
Hold your head high, love
Won't you please
Carry on for me
I can't
I'm breathing water
Let me go
Carry on
Come dear
Hold your head high, love
Won't you please
Carry on for me
I can't
I'm breathing water
Let me go
Carry on
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6. |
Red Feathers
07:36
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I stand divided
This cannot be, this cannot stand
Tell me, how could this be?
How could a perfect being cease?
Archaic fools
Without reason, without love
My heart is in my hands
My soul is glass and tempered into sand
But now where go I?
Cavernous silence fills me
Empty cacophony of naught
Is all I know and I am afraid
So tempt me, path ahead
Dismal and without sincerity
I feel no love no light
No certainty in my footsteps again
If I could fly
If only I could find my way
Come clouded skies
Release my light and set me once again
"You can't do this to me, no"
The poetry of my heart has ceased
Words no longer come and I feel afraid
She’s left me so
These dappled rays belie her fate
What could become of such a being?
What soul rests inside her?
Forever wilted her flower dies
And I am left in fields of misery
Angel, cross this border
Please just promise me you’ll be safe
What god could birth such a light
And give it no chance for eternity?
Your feathered wings so soft in my hands
Such purity the world will never know
Martyr, hear this promise
Her name will be a blade in your teeth
If I could fly
If only I could find my way
And so I’ll try
I won’t stop until you’re staring back at me
Oh, but you
Martyr, stand
Far from death
No sword above to cut
What purpose is this gift
When it stands so delicate
To shatter in these wringing hands
Left to the promises of our faith
But what can faith do
That iron cannot, what does it serve?
To be broken again and again
When we clearly walk alone
Why let me dream?
Why let me feel, why let me love?
I am broken glass
I am all that's left, I am alone
"She could have been here with me
She was my guide and all I had
And all I have to show is this body
That I carry for purposes I know not yet
A trail of feathers behind
Could lead me home if I had the wit
But, Martyr, look at your child
How she lays limp upon these tired arms
I am without a purpose
Without a light in these dark paths
Darker still by her absence
And what say you to this?
What answer do you have for me?
Please, just look
Just look at what you've done"
This trail of blood behind me
Shall be the pedestal for me
That which raises me up on high
To seek the answers to my fate
I am the faithful
I am the fearful
But this sky is out of reach
Angel please forgive me
My hands, they tremble
The hammer of my heart in my ears
I know what must be done
These paragon hands no longer pristine
You were my gift
And so I claim you as mine
These wings that carried you
Deliver me to my place in Eden
And so I’ll fly
This gift of wings she gave to me
And so go I
Come, Martyr, still your breath and wait for me
Come face your child
With wings given in death to me
No longer white
Now soaked in red I come to meet you face to face
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7. |
The End ptII
12:51
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"Eternity lay before me
Casting cold its eyes upon the dregs below.
The whips and scorns carried night and day
When freedom effervescent lilts just out of reach.
And you, my martyr, my sacrificial child of light
Gaze so empty at it all.
Why do your eyes not turn?
How do you see this burning rage
And let it be?
Surely these archons can't hold you so fast
While ashes alight in perpetual motion
To grace brazen wings meant not for flight
But to greet innocent souls to the earth.
This deity that called me can be no longer my god
When truly no thoughts consume
For those below, wracked in terror,
Weighted in fear for the eyes of that child
Which turn naught for them, naught for the promised light,
Naught for the atrocities committed by mine own hands.
Yet here we stand, I before you, for what?
Tell me, martyr, what was it worth?
How can a soul carry forth in the name of light,
For profane truth writ large in cascading towers for a name
No mortal can utter,
I demand you answer.
Voices of children, cracked and weeping fill my ears,
And will you not turn?
Lives cut short for the price of their teeth fill my ears,
And will you not turn?
The cries of a world blinded by an eye for and eye fill my ears,
And will you not turn?
Here in mine own twilight I stand before you,
And I demand you turn your eyes to me, snake.
Answer my sins, they are compounded by your own,
And tell me
Just tell me what it was worth?"
Tell me my
(Son)
Martyr
Which of us suffers more blasphemy?
(Sojourner)
I listened so faithfully
(Repudiate)
When whisper you to my ears
You could not be the one
(No)
And I have
Done all you asked of me
(Listen)
Yet here I stand
(Falsified)
Still but a slave to your charge
An echo of self
(Vitiated)
And here I find Eden empty
My child you know
Culpa tua est
So sets your sun
Somnus, fili
No, martyr
I will not embrace that
(Me)
Moment of death
(Promised)
Interrupt me not I am
Waiting for your honesty
(Always)
Sever yourself
(Cease)
But you cannot
You are incapable
(Anything)
You hold no love
(Everything)
This was a burden to my heart
I wash my hands of you
My child you know
(sever yourself)
Culpa tua est
(you cannot hold me accountable)
So sets your sun
(sever yourself)
Somnus, fili
(no)
Let the scarabs eat my heart
And this mountain eat my bones
Let the carrion replace my eyes with stones
These doors of the horizon
Have always stood closed
Child perpetuate your fear no longer
Never was there a call for your hands to be so
Kneel before me, my son, and lift your eyes to mine
I forgive you
I forgive you
No
I refuse
A liar cannot forgive
No
I will not
Your words are as empty as you
Fathomless wretch
But what of these broken wings?
No
What of this broken heart, Martyr?
What say you to this?
Why have you no words for me?
Your eloquence escapes you at my expense does it not?
Oh, but you know
This was never more than in your heart
And you corrupted light
My child this is art
What sins of confession
Have you braided in your tale?
To hide your transgressions
Behind featherless wings
"I once heard tales
Of the fires burning and lighting the path
Shadows stretching under a white hot gaze
So oppressive
Yet so beautiful
And I have felt that light
Or so I thought
In trials and suffering at hands cleaner than mine own
If what you say is to be believed
The horizon stands before me
As adrift between sight and dream
As my own actions are to me
And I ask myself how my actions could be any other than mine alone
And here I find the truth of the matter
Stories told spoke to me in lifetimes ago
Of glory and wonder and I made them as malleable as the gold I beheld in my mind
Life giving and stealing both
My confessions will not serve to save me when it cannot undo what I have done
So face me into this horizon, Martyr,
And be done what must be so that my suffering may find a place to rest
And please
I just want to see something beautiful before the end"
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