Isis - In The Absence Of Truth lyrics
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Tracks 01. Wrists Of Kings
02. Not In Rivers, But In Drops 03. Dulcinea 04. Over Root And Thorn 05. 1000 Shards 06. All Out Of Time, All Into Space 07. Holy Tears 08. Firdous E Bareen 09. Garden Of Light 01. Wrists Of Kings
Now our blood
Travels though the Veins of our History It bursts forth them Boiling black Clouds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time draws on its tendrils Creep into mythic cracks Blending with the light of day We see it Now Before us But even so we cannot Read the lies between the lines Bring them nothing They have Made it's way The nights 02. Not In Rivers, But In Drops
And still your voice is heard
Heard And still we are shaken Shaken Your voice... Still here And so you say unto all "I am all, we are one Go forth and bring them down" War is waged, blood is spilled Not in rivers, but in drops Heaven's gate is in my hand The key is your acceptance 03. Dulcinea
He is not mad
His thought is clearer than The saner man For in her he saw Beauty overflowing Through the tattered clothes She was his queen She is a queen In dreams he Wanders the dark In search of her 04. Over Root And Thorn
Your reign is ever growing
Spreading like a moss Across rock, under sky, over roots and the thorns Your reach is ever growing, spreading like a moss 05. 1000 Shards
If only I could
Clear my eyes Then I might breathe once more Then I might breathe again Old sun and stars, And oceans below me Gathered scribes over Jagged shards, under foot Old sun and stars, And oceans below me Gathered scribes over Jagged shards, under foot To slash to the sound How many sit on woe or peril? How many walk on their own? Into the truth Let myself burn Now it's written 1000 shards 06. All Out Of Time, All Into Space
[Instrumental]
07. Holy Tears
He was patient
Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his hand to the sky Slow change might bring Holy tears Upon his battered skull Holy tears Holy tears Her form transformed, from ash to golden throne 08. Firdous E Bareen
[Instrumental]
09. Garden Of Light
I fell asleep in a world dressed in grey
Only to awake in a garden divine There was song and dance and untarnished flesh A feast for the body and eyes It was you who brought me here Yours, whose face greeted me, in the garden of light You are the face of god You are my breath My life, my death |