Callisto - Noir lyrics
Tracks 01. Wormwood
02. Latterday Saints 03. The Fugitive 04. Backwoods 05. A Close Encounter 06. Pathos 07. Folkslave 08. Woven Hands 01. Wormwood
Until you know grief
You have not seen The depths that we have been in No comparison To the depths that will reveal You will hear nothing That shouldn't be passed on You will have a taste Of bitterness on your tongue Only to return to it By the sweet odour Remorse and it is undone I put myself on the stand And have reached a verdict 02. Latterday Saints
Seen the last dim of mortal light
Seen the first immortal sight Heart rising, mind returning Count the cost in sacred blood Turning the gaze, gaze forward The home, the nest - it is not here 03. The Fugitive
The trees are grey here
The soil is damp and cold His senses are filled with drought After his flee from the temple Rites made him shiver from fear Now waiting for someone To proclaim salvation His price has been paid 04. Backwoods
Their throats are an open grave
They hold secrets supposedly safe And they will pass them on to their descendants Adverse effect How is your monarchy assembled? Measure the gifts that have been given to you Either you choke or cherish him. Ddmonition - this time the prodigal son Might not be coming home 05. A Close Encounter
A way with words
In translation Semantics is lost An orthodox beckon to Which the stones will not listen Summon up fire and brimstone While you paint devils on walls These stones will not listen Step forth missionary Apologetics cry for a visionary 06. Pathos
Inclined - and there is light to see
For those unwilling darkness will suffice Those who choose to believe - blessed be Those who stand aside - reason satisfies Virtue and vice Black and white Colours subside in the pale and night The path set out before me May no one hold in contempt for it 07. Folkslave
Not in his own
Refuse to believe in his own strength Concern Hardly responsibility Responsibility hardly concerns a slave So we shall call upon the host To be a part of the group The master enslaves The master dictates the way Harvests A dead harvest Only obedient The folkslave 08. Woven Hands
Awoke from the slumber
The lapse of time I have got nothing to show for it Entertained but not enlightened Recalling today For a trace of tomorrow Being one without a lifespan New thoughts must follow The daylight draws to me And the surroundings are not what they used to be Lights fill up space In a solitary place Walls consumed All the knowledge harvested along the way Watching the others This stagnant state gall the hardened heart A pace towards an early grey Is there life before death? Planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun If there is life before death, I live it through you |