Paramaecium Echoes From The Ground 1. Night Fears Morning Take it all away, I have walked alone And wept in silent thought upon the cobblestone They ridicule my faith, the learned of this rich establishment I fear they hold the truth, that my beliefs are but imaginings Night fears morning My God, take it all away, all I have to say Thoughts inside of me want to cease to be This time they've gone too far, they've taken all my solemn dignity This time they gone too far, they tore the veil, the pain goes on Night fears morning I must make my way to the holy lands Aboard a merchant ship to search with my own hands The soil will hold the keys to unlock all the bindings of my heart My dreams will be assured, veracity will have its daylight Life fears mourning 2. Over The Sea We sailed from southern England to the coast of Palestine I stepped upon the shore and gazed back across the brine For my own impress I ventured to explore the Holy Land With little more than my faith I turned and made my way across the sand Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled I seek echoes of the past, things deep within the soil All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead I journeyed through the heat to the mountain of Nebo To survey all that lay in the Jordan valley below And there laid out like a blanket was the land that Moses saw The promise of Sinai fulfilled to those that went before Making my way inland to the sites I have heard bespoiled All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the ... All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead Away from the darkness, over the sea, My greatest fear is that this darkness has followed me The doubts which had inspired my quest I'm certain were stalking me in this place And were even now determined to steal my very soul All my time, all my faith, stands upon the need to raise the All my life, all my days, taken with the need to raise the dead Out of the darkness, into the daylight I find in my way that life is worth living 3. The Chosen Land Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil At the thought of mine own sunken faith My own heart is as hard as this land Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil At the thought of my life Now as I stand at the edge of the field of Armageddon I understand warfare that's been And wars that are yet to be seen now I understand warfare now Over time I embrace all the words sublime of the pages I rend the soil with bleeding hands and recoil At the thought of mine own sunken faith My own soul is as dry as this land Which has been chosen by the Ancient of Days Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil At the thought of these fields of blood turned to dust 4. They Tend To Die Our Lord's enemies, they found Him in Gethsemane They took God's only Son from the olive grove And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die Oh my Lord, his last hours of sorrow I implore my hope for tomorrow Our Lord's enemies, they mocked Him as they bowed their knees They put God's only Son in a crown of thorns And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die Oh my Lord, I hope I can find you I deplore the way that they bind you Our Lord's enemies, they killed Him on a torture tree They sent God's only Son to a lowly grave And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die 5. I I have life, I have time, I I have life, I have time, I I stood inside the cave by the mound of the Skull Examined that which was interred The bones in this grave were human and whole My mind held doubts but my hands were undeterred I have time, I I have life, I have time, I The bones smooth and white had lain within the earth As aeons passed overhead I brought them to the sunlight to view them with more care The years that passed, well, they were kind towards their dead I have life, I I have time, I have life, I And as I pulled the bones one by one from the torn burial cloth I wondered to myself "Did he truly rise from the dead Or could these bones that I hold in my trembling hands Be all that remains of Christ?" 6. My Failing Heart Evil calls to me, reaching out through eternity Evil takes away all the faith that I own today Demons taunt my soul, throw my heart in this wretched hole Jesus calls to me ... I answer "No" My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It lives in hope that I might find my way It hopes in vain that I might find my way As I stand on the edge of the Sea which is Dead And ponder the fate of Gomorrah I wonder upon which edge my soul will be standing tomorrow I've passed through Jericho to the sands of Judea To travel through wild lands seeking answers I fear, God My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It lives in hope that I might find my way It hopes in vain that I might find my ... Evil calls to me, tears the face off my destiny Evil takes away all the words I had come to pray Daylight finds me here, 'neath this encroaching atmosphere Demons call to me, I answer My failing heart is cold unto myself My own convictions have not been proven My failing heart has called unto myself It hopes in vain that I might find my way It lives in hope that I might find my way I've found my way 7. Echoes The morning has nothing to fear from the night Reaching the monastery of St Catherine The burning bush where Moses spoke with his God The chamber of skulls of the monks, they who had gone before The library of early Christian texts and the pathway of repentance Steps cut into rock by monks so they could Climb to the peak and commune with their God As I climb the long pathway of repentance myself Towards the peak of Sinai in the still dark hours of the morn I yearn for the daylight which will tame my hesitations My soul had hungered for the truth throughout this aching quest And as I watched the sun rise over Sinai for the first time in my whole life I realised it shed its light not only on the earth But also on the darkness of my aged heart within Now was the time to shine Credits Produced by Andrew Tompkins. Recorded and mixed at The Operating Theatre, Guna Studio and Toyland Recording Studios, Melbourne. Mastered at Crystal Mastering, Melbourne. All songs copyright c 2004 Paramaecium