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Sand and Sea
03:55
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2. |
Where Once Were Rivers
06:50
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Where once were rivers
Now there is only stone
The fossil shoals are showing us their bones
The trilobites lie beneath the earth
Cries from the distant past
The future just won't last
We're leaving this world en masse
You leave nothing
You take everything
You leave nothing
You take everything
Show your bones to me
When the desert turns to sea
When the seas shall cease to be
When the animals lie beneath the dirt
You leave nothing
You take everything
You leave nothing
You take everything
Show your bones to me
Once we built our castles made of sand
They stretched across this ruined poisoned land
Now there is only bitter dying sea
The earth has been washed of all humanity
Homeless we wander
Home is no longer
We'll wear your bones now
We'll wear your bones now
We'll wear your bones....
When the desert turns to sea
When the seas shall cease to be
When the animals lie beneath the dirt
When the desert turns to sea
When the seas shall cease to be
When the animals lie beneath the dirt
Show your bones to me
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3. |
The Shallows
10:28
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Drifting into water, ripples moving
Your blank gaze does not turn
To watch the herons glide away
Their shadows dark in the dusk
You do not turn your head
Nor shiver as the hawks take flight
And collide in the sky above you
Entangled in animus
Bright-eyed with need
You drift in the wind
You float in the shallows
Tame and tepid
Dead wood to the living reed
No senses touch you
Nor thrill of fight or flight
No pumping heart, no rising tempo
No final crescendo at close of day
No claws to rend nor teeth to tear
No keen hunger slavers at the bone
You're just a pale imitation
You're just a pale ghost
Shallow
The wind is dying now
No song to play, no wild melody
No ripples reaching out to touch you
Calm and silent, no passion seen
The hawks, they turn their eyes away
The herons left at close of day
You will never lose control
You will never feel this need
Your dark eyes do not see
Dead wood to the living reed
You're just a pale imitation
You're just a pale ghost
Shallow
We hold on to our emptiness
We hold on to our greed
We're just sharpening our teeth.....
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4. |
Fathomless
09:23
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Here we are at the edge
There's no more to be said
But we can't stop our swimming
Hunger drives us on (and on)
The scent of blood in the dark water
We don't want to make waves
With our black eyes we shall seek
All others give way to our need
Fathomless need
Be still and let me drown
Stop swimming, let me sink
Fathomless and fearless
The darkness bleeds
There is no empathy
There is no relief
Just blood in the water
And the frenzy of beasts
The tides go on and on
Be still and let me drown
Stop swimming, let me sink
Fathomless and fearless
The darkness bleeds
We hold on to our emptiness
We hold onto our greed
We're sharpening our teeth....
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5. |
Silver Scales (Live)
07:56
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In the deep the ripples are expanding
The feeding frenzy will begin
Their mouths wide open
They are hoping for a bite
As their silver scales
fall off one by one into the night
In the deep the ripples are expanding
The feeding frenzy will begin
Their mouths wide open
They are hoping for a bite
As your silver scales
fall off one by one from your eyes
The sirens sigh
One by One...
Fear of an empty place
Fear of an empty space
It's enough to steal your breath
It's enough to steal your breath
Mouths wide open hoping for a bite
The ripples are expanding
Hear the blood pulse in your ear
Hear the blood crashing in your ear
Like the waves thundering ceaselessly
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6. |
Serpentine
02:57
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7. |
Malum
09:09
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Winding coil to scale the tree
Clinging vine, seeking eternity
In the light, we shall shine
To see the sun, we will climb
Bright eyes, hidden evergreen
I track the stars that move over me
The cosmos is waiting
And I see everything
Below, tangled roots
Above, the twisting serpent tree
I taste the apple, I scent my path
Ripening fruit, malum
Swelling poison, malum
Bursting in this heat
Clinging vine, to the stars I climb
To taste the sun, to feel this heat
I'd give everything
Sin-eater, starry-eyed, serpentine
I'll absorb it in my skin
Swelling fruit within
I'll consume it to keep you clean
And I'd give everything
Sin-eater, starry-eyed, serpentine
I'll consume, sin-eater,
I'll consume, sin-eater
I'll consume, sin-eater
Starry-eyed, my serpentine
Malum...
The fruit is rotting
The fruit is rotting from the tree
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8. |
Fearless
00:57
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Be still and let me drown
Stop swimming, let me sink
Fathomless and Fearless
Darkness bleeds
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The Red Masque Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Red Masque is a dark art rock band from Philadelphia, PA. Founded in 2001 by bassist Brandon Lord Ross and vocalist Lynnette Shelley, the band has had many incarnations over the years. The Red Masque currently consists of Ross and Shelley along with Severyn Clarke on Drums, and Scott Weingarten on guitars. ... more
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