Rivers Of Nihil
The Conscious Seed of Light
1. Terrestria I: Thaw
(Instrumental)
(Music: Uttley)
Spring is here, may the fires of life dance forever.
2. Rain Eater
(Music: Uttley, Kunz, Biggs; Lyrics: Biggs)
Time has come, I know the walls around me, I've covered every inch.
I know they're calling to me. I'm bleeding minutes, seconds, days into this place.
But time moves so slow, I work finger bone.
The flesh no longer part of me: I must emerge.
I am the son of centuries of self-serving, sickening scum.
I can dig, and I can crawl away from this place of iron and stone.
I can just walk away, and I'll be free to go...
Heed the calling rain, to a place that I can call home
Bury me so I might grow.
Feed me rain, and leave me alone.
Bury me, and leave me alone.
Feed me rain so I might grow.
Knowledge through growth,
My veins grow out into the Gaian essence which feeds all life.
Grow into the essence which feeds all life.
Isolation, paralysis: the state in which I spend eternity interned. Eternity flows.
Time moves slowly, work to emerge, fulfill my purpose within the natural world.
Within this temple of dirt.
But time is no more, where this seed is sewn.
The flesh no longer part of me: I am alive.
I'm the sum of a million years of life, light and love.
Reaching once-dead arms to the all-giving sun above.
Men of flesh and blood would call this gift a curse.
But they don't know my pain, I would gladly serve this time a million-fold.
Bury me so I might grow.
Feed me rain, and leave me alone.
Bury me, and leave me alone.
Feed me rain so I might grow.
3. Birth of the Omnisavior
(Music: Uttley, Kunz, Biggs; Lyrics: Biggs)
I awaken with no memory of life.
Though I feel the omniscient is inside me.
Course through my veins, abduct my brain.
In this catatonic state I am enlightened.
Plain white, sterility surrounds me.
Wooden visage of the Lord observes my being.
Tubes and wires force me to be, force me to see.
The Universe, inside these four walls.
All of existence, trapped within my skull.
Is this really life? All is pain.
Infinite knowledge, driving me insane.
No speech, no sound, just thoughts and sights.
Deconstruct the man that I used to be, tear him limb from limb.
Erase this life, I'll be born again.
In this catatonic state I am enlightened.
Plain white sterility surrounds me.
Wooden visage of the Lord observes my being.
Tubes and wires force me to be, force me to see.
Speaking to me, the only voice I hear.
Caresses me with its cold and static logic.
I am alone, cannot express my fear.
Wooden Christ speaks and I'm forced to listen.
Seeping through me, the plague of Godly sin.
I hear clearly the tone of his acid whisper.
I am not alone, I am never alone.
We become one in the birth of the Omnisavior.
This birth negates me, I face immortality.
Deconstruct the man that I used to be, tear him limb from limb.
Erase this life I'll be born again, born again, again, again.
I awaken with no memory of life.
Though I feel the omniscient is inside of me.
You are my veins, you are my brain.
4. Soil & Seed
(Music: Kunz; Lyrics: Dieffenbach)
Pulsating template encrypted by the earth.
Journey inward through the outer planes of consciousness.
As imagination orchestrates to disburse.
Kundalini, sleeping serpent,
A confluence of energies coiled within the four leaf lotus.
Youniverse within me.
Soil & Seed radiate energy.
Given form to infinite divinity.
As her consciousness syncs with mine,
The pendulum swings releasing me of my serpent swine.
Internal winds, replenish the intuitive mind,
Collectively all with one in this breath of life.
As her consciousness syncs with mine,
The pendulum swings releasing me of my serpent swine.
Chant the sound of seed.
Harvest the soil of skin.
Reserve inner truth blossoming within.
Piercing cry through bushes and stones,
Restore our Mystic Mother's earthly home.
Built out of branches and bones, branches and bones.
A calling to rejoice us from which we've grown.
I can faintly hear her passive voice, as I stare into the wisp.
Beyond all reasonable choice.
She speaks from the extension which I've grown,
As these vine structure our flesh and bones.
Tribal mind, muladhara vibrates and chimes; Defusing.
Hues of red my cosmic roots have now aligned.
Constellation of my primitive design integrated at the base of my spine.
Treasure of this holistic glow, vibrant colors honor its cosmic home.
Youniverse within me.
Soil & Seed radiate energy.
Given form to infinite divinity.
As her consciousness syncs with mine,
The pendulum swings releasing me of my serpent swine.
Internal winds replenish the intuitive mind collectively all with one.
5. Central Antheneum
(Music: Uttley, Biggs; Lyrics: Biggs, Dieffenbach)
Information/continuum drift.
I am the product of continual stasis.
Preservation of sacred light.
Reach for the ultimate sight.
The reign of knowledge long in a spectrum of mind.
Compounding corners fold into metaphysical time.
The potential of every living thing documented ethereally.
I return my psyche to the origin of self,
Through this plane of space and time.
Mortal coil encased in night, perpetual insight.
Every detail placed into design.
Configuration of human kind.
I return my psyche to the origin of self,
Through this plane of space and time.
Innermost reaction / exploring outer tides.
Innermost reaction / the conscious seed of light.
We reach within our minds.
I return my psyche to the origin of self,
Through this plane of space and time.
The conscious seed of light!
6. Mechanical Trees
(Music: Uttley, Kunz; Lyrics: Biggs)
Amun rises in the southern crux,
The light pours through my mouth and eyes.
Shadows retreat toward the east,
In ire of the sun.
Boundless, arithmetic of light, bare unto us,
Endless knowledge lost in rotation of the earth and sky.
We've built these towers high.
It's proof of breathless nights and many suffocating days.
I navigate through an iron forest with intense futility.
I want to live, where the air can touch me.
I want to breathe like no one before me.
See the inner eye of Time's design.
Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams.
I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she's crying,
Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes.
We've designed a beautiful kingdom come,
I will look toward the sun.
Breath in an ocean, a forest, the stars in the sky at night.
I am the breath behind you when darkness takes your sight.
See the inner eye of time's design.
Mechanical trees, breeding mechanical dreams.
Breathe forth the hallucinogen,
Introduce a mass state of higher consciousness.
Evolve past pain and suffering.
Evolve past the coming end.
I evolve inside.
Then I will look toward the sun.
I want to live, where the air can touch me.
I want to breathe like no one before me.
I extend my pineal eye, through the depths of Earth as she's crying,
Ancient human simian pride designs apocalyptic future-scapes.
7. Place of Serpents
(Music: Uttley; Lyrics: Dieffenbach, Biggs)
Behold her earthly optimization; communication with life.
Entering the sea of immaterial vines.
Unraveling to be an entity of one in the essence of all.
The place of serpents; a gateway to eternal mind.
The gift of nothing; baring sight into the one eye.
He who breaches beyond her underline.
Drinks the sacred nectar of the ayahuasca vine.
Her digital persistence brewed without remose.
No resistance.
Her intelligence, consuming me, diluting me.
The place of serpents; a gateway to eternal mind.
The gift of nothing; baring sight into the one eye.
Growing through the pain of rebirth in the serpent plane.
And she is not the same, one and all combine within her frame.
As she reads my mind, decoding fragments of human kind.
Leaving physical binds, curious venom is left behind.
She who breaches beyond the timid void of man.
Releases her merciless intelligence.
The place of serpents; a gateway to eternal mind.
The gift of nothing; baring sight into the one eye.
8. Human Adaptation
(Music: Kunz; Lyrics: Dieffenbach)
Alternating Personality!
Disguising all that is natural
While losing yourself under all that owns you.
A glitch for those that fear reality.
The influential impact of centuries to come
Weighting out human instinct while sculpting character.
Becoming what these products shape you to.
Stuck living a life that doesn't hold real value.
Traded individuality to mimic some trend.
If we were to die and be reborn, we'd do it again.
Disgraceful human race!
One day unfamiliar will hold the look of all these faces.
An unrecognizable fool.
Narrowing down the path evolution takes us.
Are we clones programed to make these mistakes?
Our path of fate holds no originality.
Following and falling countless steps behind the lead.
Traded individuality to mimic some trend.
If we were to die and be reborn, we'd do it again.
9. A Fertile Altar
(Music: Kunz; Lyrics: Biggs)
The dread of night manifests in me,
I am the teeth in the mouth of eternity.
Driven by a cyclical will:
The Order demands that blood must spill.
Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced.
One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth.
Pray to the terror of my name.
For I am God in the eyes of your family,
They have surrendered your flesh unto me.
My copious offspring: Salvation to the world.
The vibrance of a vessel filled with the seed.
The seed of a prophet, celestial bound.
Lay your body before your Lord and King,
Hallowed is the nature of my blasphemy.
A cold slab blessed by God Himself,
An altar of fruitful creation.
Built by your father's hands!
The decaying rites of our fathers,
Spring forth into a new world age.
Inside I know I am the chief of all sinners.
Upon my altar, the flesh is mass-produced.
One singular obsession: Disfigurement of youth.
Pray to the terror of my name,
And pray to the truth!
10. Airless
(Music: Uttley; Lyrics: Biggs)
Preservation of life and time, I have seen the end of it.
Reflections in your glass of wine, a peasant's waltz.
But you've decided you can't go on like this, it's just too much.
Discussions rationalize that this isn't your fault.
An Earthly structure devolved into a barren landscape begging for the fall.
One must walk through the gates of time, to beg forgiveness for accursed crimes.
With color, conviction and unending pride, I pray your heart would be open wide.
Every single blade of grass is blessed with life that must pass.
You're nothing to me, you're the same: Just a part of endless pain.
Absorb the winds of change and accept that you are to blame.
There is nothing in your hearts worth saving, intelligence wasted for naught.
This one has no time for your thoughts.
We've all transgressed and this I know.
The point is that we live; The point is that we grow.
So what say you to this proposition?
I don't think that I like your position on life and the ways of the world.
You remind me of a scared little girl.
I deny you; I invoke your Lord and sun to destroy!
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