Negative Plane
Stained Glass Revelations
1. The Fall
2. Lamentations & Ashes
Famine rides on locust wings to the open wounds ridden with disease
Lightning falls at summer's end
Listless faces, downcast eyes, sir within the house of five
The shape of omens in the sky
Seeking alms for the leper, alms for the sick and feeble
Living corpse, withered touch
Lamentations and ashes, in the wake of deafening silence
The reaper's scythe rises and falls again and again and again
End of days, the horseman comes with scales in hand
Leading the rats through the crowded streets
One by one, all in time, falling in line
To the dance off the dead, we all fall down
All join hands at the mass of the open sores
A congregation of the unclean spirit calling on the Lord
Water into wine and children into swine
Welcome fallen angels with open arms
The first will be last and the last will be first
Blessed are the vermin for they shall inherit the earth
End of days, the horseman comes with scales in hand
Leading the rats through the crowded streets
One by one, all in time, falling in line
To the dance off the dead, we all fall down
3. Angels of Veiled Bone
Ailing faces fall like rain from spires of gaunt cathedrals above
And onto autumnal wilted trees fall grave clothes of burials recent and near
Momento mori, the joyless dance
Momento mori, the distant songs
There we stand for in silence all laughter cracks
The open door and gaping shadowy halls stand wide in cold splendor of marble and stone
And from pulpits appear faces that stare, cruel mockeries of the closest in life now gone
Momento mori, the joyless dance
Momento mori, the distant songs
From leaden corridors below slither the words of all before
Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring down
Twelve angels of veiled bone on shadowed rafters and staring down
And there now riddles unlock with eerie sound and crushing weight
All Stygian beasts, angels and loved in sacrosanct chambers of the pit
4. The Third Hour
5. The One and the Many
That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us
The Father and the Son
In hidden words which lurk behind the veil
The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail
That which cannot be seen, the darkness where the One awaits
He has opened the door, the sign of the hanged man
The vision becomes clear, the sign of falling sevens
The approach of dawn draws near
The many and the One, ascending star of dawn
Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come
That which was divided, whole at the end of days
The One and the many, not separate not whole
The saint and the harlot dancing in the flames, the dove in the serpent's embrace
The illimitable depths engulfing even time itself
The reconciliation of all opposites, where the horizon meets the sky
Circles within circles, inexorably to the fixed point
As the Creator devours all that he has made
That which cannot be known and that which binds all of us
The Father and the Son
In hidden words which lurk behind the veil
The coils of the serpent swallowing its tail
The many and the One, ascending star of dawn
Eclipsing noonday sun, descending hours kingdom come
That which was divided, whole at the end of days
Ascending star of dawn
6. Charnel Spirit
7. All Souls
Ever turning circles of birth, life and death
The last rays of summer giving way to autumn's breath
When the sheaves must be gathered at the harvest in full bloom
He is standing tall at the crossroads with his scythe
The reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is death
The hearse is always on time and the ferry is never late
To convey our souls to the grave, to writhe in purgatory flames
At summer's end the reaper waits, death is the keeper of all souls
Eternity awaits beyond the fog
The cemetery biding its time for the one not yet laid to rest
Holy rosaries for the recently deceased
Candles held in place to illuminate the way
To the sky up above or the fires down below
In the final resting place, in the darkness of the soul
In the darkness of the soul
The reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is death
In the name of the father, in the name of the son, in the name of the holy spirit
On All Souls Day, let us pray, for the reaper waits at summer's end
8. The Number of the Word
Know me by 9 and 3, I am no one I am
The four corners without and the circle within
Three of sevens, the lightning path of descent
Falling sevens, the word becoming flesh
Number of the word, behold the symmetry
Number of the word, the unchained throes of dawn
Penetrate the mystery of faith
A single word hidden in between the lines
Three of sixes, the beast in man awake
Three of nines, the stars swept from the sky
Number of the word, unmake what has been made
Number of the word, at the end of days
Three of sixes, three of nines, a single word hidden in between the lines
Number of the word, for those with eyes to see
Number of the word, the risen morning star
Three of sevens, the lightning path of descent, a single word becoming flesh
Three of sixes, three of nines, the stars in heaven swept from the sky
Number of the word, behold the symmetry of the unchained throes of dawn
Number of the word, for those with eyes to see the risen morning star
9. Stained Glass Reflections
10. Stained Glass Revelations
A figure seated in flames with eyes of stone
The serpent adorned in colors of silver and gold
A faded mural stands above the setting sun
All that has been and is yet to come
Enter the angel of the eclipse
Clothed in the moon with a crown of stars
That which was hidden has now been revealed, seven revelations within seven seals
Celestial signs and stained glass reflections, centuries in waiting for the coming of the dawn
The coming of the dawn
The Tree of Life is withered, the Garden of Eden decayed
The starlight ceases to glitter and the sun holds back its rays
Laughter replaced with silence, tears instead of joy
All warmth is gone, the shroud has fallen, hear the chimes of summer's end
A rain of burning ashes, locust clouds cover the sun
A time of reaping come to pass, the world that is yet to come
The abomination stands where it should not, the wormwood star descends into the sea
Seed of Sodom born of virgin womb, all power and glory to the Beast
Twelve above are hanging on a cross, the waters open for the jackal's son
The false prophet speaks and all the masses follow through the door of revelation's dawn
Father, Son, Holy Ghost, Cherubim, Seraphim, heavenly host
Golden martyrs, blessed saints, all bear witness to summer's end
Celestial signs and stained glass reflections
Centuries in waiting for the world that is yet to come
Thy will be done... thy will be done...
Behold the son of the morning star and the book with seven seals
And all is lost, the dawn has come
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