Tomb Mold
The Enduring Spirit
1. The Perfect Memory (Phantasm of Aura)
We are given the heat and friction of light
To moult in our delirious memories
Now we dream only in familiar depths
What in the bitter night speaks to us?
Three sepulchral notes ring
A phantasm of aura remains
The torn flesh ribbons of the absolute
Their presence like firelight at our backs
Solo: Power
Absolution - the fateful pillar of reprieve
Threadbare faith in the cult of seven angels
Life free from illusion in the gallery for the angelic conversation
Bound to be lashed by the great white light
The stench of enlightenment degenerates my cells
Constellations prostrated to me until elevation
Ever-eager and all-seeing
Man may feel his breath one last time, quietly and offer no resistance
Solo: Vella
How pure, the shade of this premonition
How hysterical our thermal maximum
Tell me, what is eternity?
2. Angelic Fabrications
Dream and immaterial align
Other lives have lived here
We are only tools of the spirit,
With no memory of life without its essentia
Is my sense distorted?
Is power for its own sake what we desire?
All that is is visible is plagued by death
Turn your eyes away from yourself
To disturb the peace of even the dead
As if in a play of breath
Spectralized androgyne
Enthralled in the violent ether flow
Challenge the curse of forever
A single memory, grows to occupy your mind
Place our eternity in the hands of chance
The mind is incorruptible, protected by the prevailing ways
I know your form, and I know your image
Between them, nullity
Finality broods upon the things that pass
Why do we change? I wonder…
3. Will of Whispers
Every word primes the nerves
They dissolve our euphoric cluster
We are at each other’s mercy,
But what pushes you onward?
Our roots coil and ripen, and the believing heart opens all doors
Those fixed in their years, quietly wait for all to disappear
Our tattered beauty held close to a corpse
All that provokes awe is sublime
Time without haste
Patience without release
You light your way to sorrow
Underneath the greater beauty and aura, is this where truth begins
Experience both its calm and storm
Solo: Power
Behind our ache where fire forms, along the line in which spirits travel
I want to weep there, in that place
Lead me now where you are
Solo: Vella
Then sleep with our sex at rest
It traces me to here, to where I must purge myself at last
Our divine truth is both cruel and fatal
Solo: Vella
All are allowed their secrets, all are allowed their spirits
All are allowed their solace, all are allowed their sorrow
But who will remove the blade from between my eyes?
Solo: Power
4. Fate’s Tangled Thread
The sickness of death is fatal, contagious
Your body forfeited to sleep
I do not remember the wreckage, I do not remember the waste
There is no place where I am not
Your voice alive in legend
Winds gnash the remaining flesh on my bones
Rotted, bristling, marked when I bled last
Everlasting dream intravenous
Auric bliss in referentia
They of the grand are enraptured by fate’s tangled thread,
And subsist in the current of causality
The last gasp of living breath
My last call lost to the ether
Solo: Power
Your voice alive in legend, and as sharp as your ribcage
We each have names only we know
Solo: Vella
The apocryphal dream I visit every night
The inalienable aura
They lead me to the infinite process
There is nothing left to hear
Solo: Power
Go through what has left and gone
There where you lay, stripped as you are
Forbidden to forget
They of the grand are enraptured by fate’s tangled thread
There where you lay, stripped as you are
Solo: Vella
They lead me to the infinite
5. Flesh as Armour
Time cuts through the narrative of flesh
Secrets save us from dissolving
The wandering moon with her borrowed light
Burdened by the unconquerable weight inherited
Once I collapsed I now see clearly
Voices cutting across my sleep
They spill fourth our remaining doubts
Fragments too small to retain my Self
As I step in your shadow
You sing forth a chant for wings
And claim the divine mastery of flesh
Solo: Power
Watch the mystics, regard the martyrs
We know the world as submissive and devouring
The last becomes the first once again
I am blind to all other light
What is it that keeps us from drowning?
How will I see my life until I have left it behind?
Machines of motion are bred by bastards
Let us be gentle when questioning ourselves
Divide your flesh and mine
Solo: Vella
Our flesh as armour
Now
Find a way
6. Servants of Possibility
Shame is the presence pressed against me
My weeping with hers
Pour yourself into this miracle
Our mania forbidding all forms of release, a tantalizing balm shared
Shame is the presence pressed against me,
And pain is our most powerful magic
It is the fearsome initiate who tests the merit of death, then praises the mystified spiritual totality
A single vast gold air breathed out by beings
Scatter misfortune
To be cruel, you must be illuminated
March onward to the disappearance of being and destruction of form
I embrace you above all life
The curse of forever with its beasts of possibility
Preserved in their psycho-glory
They are seers of the cycle of reincarnate necessity
What is left to dream?
That which is not, I will make myself
We must bleed as payment for nature and reality misled
Life now issued by nothingness instead
Solo: Power
Living while refusing life
A rite instigated by the theatre of essence
Solo: Vella
An invitation to destroy ourselves
All are allowed their secrets
7. The Enduring Spirit of Calamity
You will walk endlessly to find me
Behind the karmic foil of the enslaved star
It is man that unveils the initiatory words
The transmutation of opposites
The slaying of all proponents of self
Every lapse forgiven
Or at least, not felt
Boundless latitudes revealed to each of us
Is this unity mythified in our exchange of abstractions?
Are we prolonging nature’s final spell?
Secrets save us from dissolving
Yet we are still to die under the battering light
I am replaced a thousand times over
I mourn the change coming
Where time takes hold of us
Deep in the eternal world of the demiurge
Where acquiescence and rebellion coalesce
Cut open by faith, left weeping within me
Your whispers become a thousand spells
Nothing is free to those who shield their hearts
Solo: Vella
Solo: Power
All is free to those who bear their hearts
Solo: Power
Solo: Vella
But who is free from compulsion?
Suffer this and you need suffer nothing more
Lyrics in plain text format
