Rivers Of Nihil Monarchy 1. Heirless 2. Perpetual Growth Machine The day the sun swallowed the sea, I felt the light draining from the core of me. The science of constant motion had betrayed every thought of expansion. Here my remains, vulnerable and frail limited by constant conditioning rusted and pale Unresponsive and worn through, evolution of absolute solitude The breaking point of a static, lifeless dimension has become true The restless creation mechanism grooves The returning formation of knowledge that knew. In well sewn silence, a symphony vibrates to honor my cells In realms of guidance, I'll shepherd them to the oceans swell Becoming what I once was again, Prometheus of a dry river bed. The agents of a new world structure, form together in ageless brew. The essence retained, a semblance of rain, ceaselessly they call my name. The agents of a new world structure, form together in ageless brew. The essence retained, a semblance of rain, ceaselessly called. The day the sun swallowed the sea, I felt the light draining from the core of me. The science of constant motion had betrayed every thought of expansion. Here my remains, strong and renewed. Perpetual, in bloom. 3. Reign of Dreams Residing in complex illusion Their burning tongues, bleeding us dry Presiding bodies complete distractions Colluding spines deceiving the mind Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless, dreaming of night Oh to return to that plane To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight Drag me below the line of light Trillions of points connect inside What is beyond the seam? Collect in circles within the green With no instruction conceive perfection The glass in two, the rest in nine Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless dreaming... Without sleeping, they can't fold my image in twain Without dreaming, they can't say my name Oh to return to that plane To touch eternity once again, I would lose my sight Drag me below the line of light Trillions of points connect inside Electric wounds in the eye They have a taste for the blind Endless dreaming... 4. Sand Baptism He stares at the sky Humbled by what he does not know One looming eye Its secrets still beyond his hold "Why do you choose to taunt us so?" "What earthly discourse could you know" Fruitlessly reap and sow Anointed in the sand below Conduit; the sun speaks to you In consummate form this child now is imbued Collective incumbent, the way revealed to you This congregation folds upon the grains that you choose Born of the sand The scraping masses of life Born of the sun May they be lifted on high Born of the blood Their sacrifice to the circles, when they are brought to the stone Those born of blood, sand, stone They have no right Transcending what is known I am the light I am the sun And I am the moon once told of Empty my skin, I am ready I am the sun I am the moon Empty your skin I am ready Born in the ash and then lead to the surface Our day will never end Born in the ash and then lead to the surface The monarchy of the sun Born in the ash and then lead to the surface The sun will never set Born in the ash and then lead to the surface I am the way and the truth Born of the sand The scraping masses of life Born of the sun May they be lifted on high Born of the blood Their sacrifice to the circles, when they are brought to the stone. I am the sun And I am the moon once told of Empty my skin, I am ready... for aeons to come I am the sun I am the moon 5. Ancestral, I A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, they're watching me Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to believe. I need the pain It's all I am A lesson to be learned And be forgotten A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, they're watching me To pretend to be detached from the fabric of constant change To deny a connection to the threads that make you whole (x2) But hell is what you need To achieve And maintain peace It's what you need I need the pain To feel alive A lesson to be learned When I shed my skin To cherish tradition I will claw beneath the folds And find ash where the eyes should be They're collecting what's left of my bones And putting them in little jars Adorning them with diamonds And resting me below the sun Ancestral I become And woven into the dust, into the dust A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become Woven into dust, they're watching me Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to be free. 6. Dehydrate The sanctity of life is a lie You merely choose to become bound By believing that the sun will one day come down You are dust and nothing else You are the pile of salt you were always meant to be The holy admonished melts away Into the unsinking sun I gaze as I wither away As reparation for commencing union I give myself unto the sand and become unseen I am dust and nothing else I am the pile of salt my body was always meant to be A part of the world that destroys me Colors burst from beneath my skin The serpent crawls from within Spreading the ash of my remains The gentle winds caress an otherwise empty plain Into the undefinable space between Life and what is beyond it seems Perhaps a soul shall venture forth Discovering the real amidst the lie I am dust and nothing else I am the pile of salt my body was always meant to be A part of the world that destroys me 7. Monarchy A giant stands, a shadow cast by his hand They're taking our lives away, and dragging us from our homes, bereft of constitution, the tyrant sun Calling back to the instinct to be controlled, clandestine convalescent, the rule is old The violent shift in violent tones, the silent build has been exposed Has been exposed Calling back to the instinct to be controlled, clandestine convalescent, the rule is old The acid reign, has taken hold In time they'll sing, the monarchy of the sun Created in the image, of a perfect design My brothers and sisters! Only love will raise the tide Rise They're taking our lives away, and dragging us from our homes, Bereft of its foundation, the fallen one The acid reign, has taken hold In time they'll sing, the monarchy of the sun 8. Terrestria II: Thrive 9. Circles in the Sky As we march Into the scars of the earth Other circles feel the fear All the tension pulls apart, magnetic waves reveal And the traces fade I am not corporeal Pray to be unmade And absorbed into the light Everybody be as one Suffering only in the mind Coalesce into the none If you worshiped only the real Would you change how you feel? Do you believe you're truly at one? Or would you bargain for another day beneath the sun? Do you regret? Do you feel? Do you own what you've done? And I saw those circles shrinking Missing the fear that once drove them To separate us from what we are And the traces fade We are not corporeal Pray to be remade And absorbed into the light Everybody be as one Suffering only in the mind Coalesce into the none 10. Suntold I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold I've seen it in the dawn of your mind As a fossil, a blueprint of divine No chariot to ride, nor a sun that marvels aside As no creature has truly lived until it has truly died I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold Only the sand will survive Let the will of our grains find its own way to decide Let the particles faint that orbit you and I If it's death they need to truly see, then let it be If it's love they need, then open your heart and be set free I am crease, as I am fold I am composition thus I am suntold I've seen it in your eyes, like an eclipse dominating the sky Only the sand will survive Within the grains we will thrive