Unfolded are the tapestries of time
for us to gather among these ruins
and raise them higher.

Alone I've fought, alone I fell and mourn
this shattered pride of ours
through years of failures.

What if days that never dawn
are the same we're longing for?
A promise torn asunder.

What it takes to earn a soul?
What it takes to sail across
the void beyond.

Everlasting famine, outrageously it grown.
And the fire once we held
still draws a path that never ends
and leads to nowhere.
It wraps around me,
a spiral rising
by a pale white coat benighted.

Through the storming heat of acid blood
I drown, I tried
in order to reborn as me again.
I've mould my fate from muddy waters,
so behold the stained gold of irony.

"It will not be the endless emptiness of hope
to stifle such an ardent desire.
A dawning painted in half.
I'll be my own horizon
so the eyes cannot be deceived."

On a day of summer rain
walking through my calvary,
sight serene ahead.
Someday I'll be again
as an echoing lament
for those who lie beneath the waves.
"And our prayers collide at last
over boundaries and limits."

"I am one and a multitude of I."

Am I free or enslaved to my will?

[Instrumental]

DAY 1
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As I wander
the quiet fields ahead
every step I take plant the seed of regret
And I've welcomed so many days now
when daylight melts our hopes into dream.
Sun has disappeared from sight again.
My shadow lingers in the memory of light.

I hold the fate of men,
Unveiled our fears are nothing but ourselves
left without something to kneel at
Our wreckage has to come yet
We're marching fearless just to stand still
and silent.

DAY 9
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I see a darkness looming in the distance
and I hear a silence blooming from the soil.
All stars are framed and caressed by a static wind
and crumble as it roars.

DAY 19
----------
I've starved our binding reason
and yet we're followed
but my shadows does not belong to me anymore.

DAY 22
----------
Onwards clouds are moving sideways.
As the lives we leave behind.
Endless white pulls us under.
So pale yet so bright.

DAY 33
----------
Flames may be expired,
the sky over shelters our will.

I dream of crying
but no tears see the morning light.
A faded verse on a broken rhyme.
My shadow has left this shores,
soon I'll reach the other side.
Set adrift with these words of mine.

[Instrumental]

THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Surrender all thy dreams at hand
they brought you here for nothing
Stranded on this flatland
your blood on sharpened shivers
still it's glowing

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT:

You drove your darkness into mine
Drained all light from the cracks
When the dust settles I'll be fine
'cause I'm not fighting you back.
Astray and exiled
I strive to leave the hole
Altered shapes are blinding me
as harmless idols to adore

THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Resound the voice ahead
weaving words of forgiveness
Is that what I hear?

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT:

Tear the skies and let the floods in

THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Am I here to soothe your agony?

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT:

Am I free or enslaved to my will?
Ambition made me whole again

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT & THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Are you there?

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT:

Riddles are collapsing
crushed beneath the weight
of unbearable truth revealed
All the once were ignited
Barely keeps alive our fragile breed
Wide awake and screaming
slips the song of the fallen ones

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT & THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Eyes feed what eyes cannot see
and free the one who's crawling alone
Our dance of tongues and sinners
isn't over yet
Among us breathe the liar
A token of thy faith
as bread for the beggars

THE SOURCESS LIGHT:

As stories left unended
As pages left unwritten
the fate of what I seek

THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Leave this isle of seclusion
and share your pain with us

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT:

So I'll never find the answer...

THE SOURCELESS LIGHT & THE MIRRORED NIHIL:

Are we born ashes or dying flames?