Cult Of Luna
			Mariner (with Julie Christmas)


1. A Greater Call

We leave. Upward, toward new dreams.
A new hope. An odyssey.
Underneath. The world left behind
Is dying as we escape gravity.

Closing my eyes and I embrace darkness.
The stars will not guide us but their light will show us the way.

We are not conquerors.
We float with the tide.

No room for fear.
A greater call.
A sacrifice for the benefit of all.
With the sun at our backs we heed and we bleed.

This is the first step to reach the infinite.
What lies ahead is unknown.
It’s a quest for survival.
Past all known frontiers.


2. Chevron

Reason has left with someone else.
Listen close, then, shift it to the shelf.
It smells like rain is coming soon.
A muffles sound of thunder startles you, too.

Batten down.
The wandering winter snow that falls
Like lonely little diamonds heading home to find,
Instead of something – nothing.
Not a single soul.
Swaybacks make their way around the room.

When all your dreams are falling through,
She'll say, "I told you so."

Light, bright.
Shut down night.
The beast has come to gloat.
Smug and listless, is what this is, lie low till it's done.
Your hackles are raised, it stories held back hate,
And speaks to all the wrong that's come and gone, said and done.

(it's so lovely the way your skin has raised to seed and back again.)

Swaybacks make their way around the room,
While you talk too high the list goes on and on and on
With no click three times to send you spinning home
And swaybacks make their way around the room.

Light, bright.
Shut down night.
The beast has come to gloat.
Smug and listless, is what this is, lie low till it's done.
Your hackles are raised, it stories held back hate,
And speaks to all the wrong that's come and gone, said and done.

And now you see not blue, but red a toothless shift to dark again
I told you so — she said.


3. The Wreck of S.S. Needle

The members of his squad grow thick.
A testament to "get rich quick".
No sign of mismatched features,
Secondary organs from within.

So on command they open,
Winding clockwork sirens as they come.
Scramble the rock face through the glare of morning sun – to run.

Your time is costlier than fine,
The wreck of S.S. Needle,
Simpletons that want all in and
Render horror feeble.

Splinters always hide under the skin,
From glitter of the pin,
To brave a friend in battle comes
The thimble with his sign:
You've got to spit to see the shine.
Let me see you run this gamut blind.

Your voice, it shakes,
You smile so dryly
Let us see and touch you lightly
The moon is so unseemly, bright.
Cut your hair off watch all night.
Splinters always hide under the skin
The battle of the thimble and the pin.
Put me down where I can see you run.

Your time is costlier than fine,
The wreck of S.S. Needle,
Simpletons that want all in and
Render horror feeble.

Knees go up and down in time,
To sleep in foreign seaswell.
"Silence while we cross this spine—
Ring out the warning bell!"
You've got to spit to see the shine.
Let me tell you – run and try to hide
Put me down where I can see you run.


4. Approaching Transition

Natt varje natt
Skiftar färg
Öppnar sig
Flyter bort
Bort från allt
Ekar tomt överallt
Natt varje natt
Längre bort
Längre ut
Öppet hav
Utan ljud
Tiden går
Tidens Slut

Lights, lights go out
Sky grows dark
Endless nights
Looking up
Reaching out
Passing through
Moving on
Close getting close
Hard to breath
Getting cold
I can’t speak
Out of time
Close my eyes
One last beat.
I run. Momentum gained.
Slowly the dawn is raised.
Light transforms into a solid red.
Red as the blood. Red as the lie.
I crack the surface and continue on.
Waves form in every direction, to find their home.


5. Cygnus

Can you see what's following you,
It has a mind of its own,
Steps so quiet you can't hear it,
A parasite without a home.

It's got a smile, but you don't trust it
Concrete reasons unknown.
Put it behind you in the space of your day,
A parasite without a home.

Leave her to sing her withered songs,
In tunnels painted like the dawn,
Bring me,
The echo till it's gone.

Nothing escapes this hold,
Desperate against the cold,
It's flesh made out of stardust,
Iron oxide into rust.

To write a letter to the night,
This songless, sightless, silent giant,
This feeble plea,
A speck of dust,
A drop of sea,
– it's locked in you and me,
Rip it out and feel it's heat,
Forget the way things seem to be;
Meaningless to the one and only.

And she'll be standing while you suffer,
Her hair is lost in storm,
Open your mouth,
And let air. Rush. In.
To get a sense of her form.

But if the audience is imminent,
And if your parasites come home,
Remember the old adage:
Deep roots are not reached by frost.


Julie Christmas: Vocals
Magnus Líndberg: Drums
Johannes Persson: Guitars, Vocals
Andreas Johansson: Bass
Thomas Hedlund: Drums, Percussion
Fredrik Kihlberg: Guitars, Vocals
Kristian Karlsson: Keyboards, Vocals