Empyrium
The Turn of the Tides
1. Saviour
Drifting through a void
without a voice
Grey and dark - through starless nights
that leave no choice
A lifeless mind, a soul astrayed
in autumn's maze
In shade and light, my days portrayed
A spark of grace
Floating to the farthest still
unto the winter's heart
Motionless, bereft the will
but - where did we all start?
There is no thing without beauty at all...
2. Dead Winter Ways
Winter, winter...
Can you tell with your silver breath?
River, river...
Stays asleep in his frozen bed
Yonder, yonder...
Lies the moor dressed in a shroud in white
Shelter, shelter...
Rescue me from desolations sight
3. In The Gutter Of This Spring
Outside the rain keeps falling
On foul soil, dying snow
Melting and transforming
to waters made of woe
Grey clouds brewing idle
the trees can not withstand
What is dead and gone by
is mixing with the sand...
...In the gutter of this spring
Inside the days remain
in a dim and lightless paint
and with the naked branches
the sun did not acquint
What is dead and gone by
and did not yet begin
is flowing to my hand
from the gutter of this spring
4. The Days Before The Fall
Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
The nights were soft and cloudless,
The saddened will "be gone"
And winds did lays in forest,
And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
In days before the fall.
Nights when our hearts and oceans were young
The times were full of magic
And seed with songs unsung,
And winds did lays in forest,
And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
In days before the fall.
The sweetness, the hacks, now water restrain,
And silently we wallow in memory of the day,
When winds did lays in forest,
And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
In days before the fall.
Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
The nights were soft and cloudless,
The silent were begone,
And winds did lays in forest,
And dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
In days before the fall...
5. We Are Alone
Winter leaves
Autumn weaves
Spring has come
Summer's gone
6. With The Current Into Grey
7. The Turn Of The Tides
Deep red skies
falling into blue
With every turn of the tides
I am closer to you
I an a wave in an ocean
Floating, gliding infinity
I shall not break at the rocks
Nor shall I decay before my time
At last I reach endless white sands
Ulf Theodor Schwadorf – Bass, Guitars, Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Thomas Helm – Keyboards, Piano, Vocals
Track #4 also appears in the compilation "Whom The Moon A Nightsong Sings" (2010).
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