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Whitesong
04:40
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Whitesong
As white as the reach between our words
As white as the bones that scrape the shadow of the sun
Beneath these frail skeins
Everything is written
And everything
Everything has come undone
As white as the reach between our words
As white as the reach between our words
Carven marks on the wet wind
Flayed soil piled at their flanks
The skin of the day is stricken
As bleached swords savage its shanks
We find no love in these new rites
A signal at best
There is little return for the rest
There is little return
Sinking and sinking in the West
There is little return
Sinking and sinking in the West
Old songs
Stabbed by stone
Litter silent petals over fake light
Black clouds belch across sky
The storm is coming and its coming brings forth night
The storm is coming and its coming brings forth night
A dull thunder claps
This dull white thunder claps
And the flowers slump
And our heads grow bald
A cold rain falls
A dull thunder claps
This dull white thunder claps
And the flowers slump
And our heads grow bald
A cold rain falls
As white as the reach between our words
As white as the reach between our words
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Burner
04:42
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Graven
05:40
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Graven
A glance shaken from stone
He hoards the dawn
Withered carcass washed by a turning flame
His roar is leaf smoke through this mesh of air
The wind a howling horn
That scalds his frightened lichen beard
None care to dream what hands could field this folded frame
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
Deep
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
Deep
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
But muted wood retains his borrowed song
Gripped in its green-soaked brow
As if the long ages had not loosened the link
A scent of rain on fur
Claws gashing at the grey ghosts
Of a loveless glare
Deep
So deep
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
So deep
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
What then was meant is dying
To what human folly sees
A lion like a lamb
Amongst the trees
What then was meant is dying
To what human folly sees
A lion like a lamb
Amongst the trees
Deep
So deep
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
What then was meant is dying
To what human folly sees
A lion like a lamb
Amongst the trees
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
So deep beyond the kenning of the day
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Splinters
04:52
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Splinters
There is a window for the evening in my heart
Where one can breathe a bitter light
And watch the small stars shake inside their tin
Its eyes are torn with the trappings of night
Its eyes are torn with the trappings of night
Hacking a cold tool under the moon
We sit there to forget
We sit there to forget
Look for no coal in this cry
Not yet
But soon
Rinsed in our grit as lights die
Rinsed in our grit as lights die
Watch me play the fool a while
Reduced to ribs we will splinter
Watch me play the fool a while
Staring winter
Reduced to ribs we will splinter
Watch me play the fool a while
Staring winter
Reduced to ribs we will splinter
Watch me play the fool a while
Staring winter
I shall still sit and call myself free
I shall still sit and call myself free
And I may still grow other stars
But serpents slip between these bars
But serpents slip between these bars
Reduced to ribs we will splinter
Watch me play the fool a while
Staring winter
Hacking a cold tool under the moon
Hacking a cold tool under the moon
Hacking a cold tool under the moon
We sit there to forget
We sit there
Hacking a cold tool under the moon
We sit there
We sit there
To forget
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Parched
04:05
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Rooted
04:16
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Wisp
04:42
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Wisp
A hooded dawn approached me
Approached me with the stink of sweat
Its mangled sinews bumbled through the East
It spread cold cobalt lips to drink down
Everything
Everything that was my friend
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound
In night I dreamed again of dirty wings
And knew that there would be no meaning for this light
No more sweetness save that stitched by flies
And nothing to heal
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound
I cannot rewrite his melody
His breath is ash
This sky hacked up his being
This sky hacked up his being
An endless stained descent
An endless stained descent
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking
That blue mouth always sucking at his sound
The axe man swings
He ends
Day has begun
Bloody and torn and trailing my lament
And stained descent
And stained descent
His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
His life lost shames a hundred thousand won
And if I could I would cancel the sun
And if I could I would cancel the sun
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In Sight
04:06
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In Sight
I have broken day
I have broken day
And I have broken day
The image is frayed
As I pick rotten diamonds from my cold head
Light and its slow grim embrace
Has blunted me with memories
Of a taste I could not tune
A song that never played without regret
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
Empties my guts in place of tears
And bleeds my faith
And pulps my failing meat
Empties my guts in place of tears
And bleeds my faith
And pulps my failing meat
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
Sick
Sick
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
I have broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
Broken day
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Bleach For The Stars Harwich, UK
Experimental multi-genre concept albums, all with a prominent Industrial edge.
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