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
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