Dragged from the earth, Carved from Cedar bone. Taken to the sea With eyes like the cosmos. Now I know - what is real the measure of my being In an all embracing view.” A vessel of sky dust and earthtones sent from far,far away. To watch over the lost and overcome the nothingness. I lay beneath the crushing waves; Sinking deep in the emerald. A look into my past... I see what I have to become. Born a sinner’s sage. I am my brother’s keeper! Bearing the mark to remember who I am. A Part of all I have to be. Protector - Wolf of the sea.

These eyes Starved like the hunter Devour Earth, moon and Sky I ascend an ancient staircase Risen beside a rain formed artery. Where I look inside, An empty temple. My Chambers in entropy. The planet’s serene face turns from the bleeding sun And I become no one.. Forevermore! My mind’s afflicted with wanderlust Forevermore! My heartstrings covered in caustic rust. Can not the vastness swallow me? will inquisition seize my breathing? ...and Reveal with clarity These esoteric patterns before me In these lonely giants of stone The lantern dims The fragments of light return through the pitch black I know beauty lives But Even so… at the end of this labyrinth Misanthropy wakes & rises No Peace beneath My worn thin sole.. Condemned To struggle till the surface. Is there any closure to suffering? Any meaning behind the burden? staying alive...for what? Why hasn’t God damned us all? So I Pray for hell! the iron cloud of war To cover the world in ash I brace for death - brace for death. As I Pray for the sweet embrace of hell.

Siren tongues have found me lost Under and over the crest of an empire Deeply entrenched in a realm disenchanted In a kingdom of everlasting violence And medicated ways to behave Deplete the fields and pastures Produce a fraction of false security made to bow to the arrows of 6000 years of defeat. Welcome to The edge staring back at you we’ve had no time to lick our wounds Before another cut down and back in the dirt So what is this all a cure for? The next moment contingent on the unknown No more use in this cellar It hasn’t kept me safe from the storm I feel the serpent coil.. And suffocate my terror Proclaim no masters! Just a bastard with nothing left to lose An orphan searching for heritage Between the lines and scars No allegiance! A vow to insurgence. Run! Run! Run! Walking onward without a name I want to be cleansed from it all Every of trace of social order gone. Welcome to The edge staring back at you we’ve had no time to lick our wounds Before another cut and put in the dirt. To whom it may concern Come west with me.. To the heirloom hills We’ll run as far as we can Away from this place Far away this barren wasteland.

Forever A vigil of vultures Encircle this fading microcosm Through the scavengers prism Identity is born.. Stone of Amethyst Carried to the shore. Doomed observing the clockwork & discord Finding the Footprints lead to an origin But Never clarify a forlorn architect Who could have built these arches? Of overlooking monolithic tombs. Is it worth the weight - Of Eras and regimes? My Autumn cycle not yet in the clear I am no revenant No foreseen return I know I don’t belong here. so many Miles before I sleep. Forfeit the vistage Of the faint of heart, This Migration’s insight Forges the Martyr. To wash the world clean I had to be Born in the roaring white water. Ad infinitum. Save myself? I can’t only save myself When I bear a sorrow so deep For a Tribe of omniscient hues I Yearn to Shift the paradigm The summit may be steep But I swear I’ll try to keep you alive As Long as I catch the wind I’ll collapse these lines of misery Forfeit the vistage Of the faint of heart This Migration’s insight Forges the Martyr To wash the world clean I had to be born in roaring white water Ad infinitum Out of zero Our kin has ripped a chasm From of the ground. An open sore that has to be sewn shut compassion the needle - WE are the thread. So Lay down the arms of severance The embers in our hands Can set this world reborn. Still Miles to go…. Still Miles to go…..

I see the chemicals from a hollow head Spill on the pavement Another soul who couldn’t catch a break But who am I to criticize - I’d be playing the same hand If I didn’t have a deal with the devil to make (Devil to make) Crawling inside The doubt of a new day. Is it not worth reforming? What remains The deceased had to abandon Survivor’s guilt splinters Into our spines Contempt above all else Only cowards turn their back on the rising tide You’re fetal,I’m fatal Everything on the line at the table I think it’s time to address the divide You fear failure - I crave atonement If my memory serves me right While you bury your face I’ll go down in a fight But it’s not who stands(No one will stand) It’s about what is right Loyalty doesn’t make many enemies. Trust me - I can testify With my sins. A dying man once said To be devoid of forgiveness.. You’ll bring no light. In a world already filled with darkness Is there value in coveted pride? So... what if my hurt is misplaced? A vex of pain and disgust. Bound to feel nothing more Where is the valor? Break the spell to finally find rest. Antipathy.. Breeds no progress! Rimetti a noi i nostri debiti come noi li rimettiamo contro di noi (Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass us) Saboteur… our trespasses against each other only offer a sentence to a borderless prison Carrying shackles wherever we may roam. An incandescent furnace - locked from within If liberty is a matter of absolution. Than I’ll fight to live unrestrained.

Be still mother My father’s prayers have yet been answered Forsaken are the Valleys we walk Cursed are these plains we call home. And the Ghosts are closing in Diseased rain….No sun... But I… This stone I was born to move. I cannot afford to fear what may become of me When I finally feel The heartbeat of the Devil and God. Farewell. I promise to return

Deep in the belly a colossal woodland - Blighted & wilted Left in the lurch I feel the faith infantile hope disappear Its vice grip has left my fountains essence Withered and dry. Starvation has besieged the matters of gray Somber circles appear around my perception’s author A stomach in knots Twisted like these archaic elms Heaving bile towards The soil canvas Limbs wrapped around a trembling shape To the vanishing heavens I turn an impaling gaze my lips bring forth a crackle noise “Break me For I have come from a place of hardened hearts Who stoically watch the carcass decay... Callous witnesses to rites of mourning With gaping mouths replete with worthless words Summoning hordes of flies and locust Yet Not one can declare Why we suffer…” My ancestors claim that it is you who has knowledge to eliminate The fogs of our plight In this forest of old you’ve sent back many who’ve failed So at last my will rings a contrasting note. Return us to dust I plead before These passing ages Squander. We’re not deserving of any form of grace My Lowland tongue chokes Mercy only comes in verses of lullabies There are no Gods Who had in mind the design we destroyed Left to our desires All we know is agony. In this hour of ruin Devastation's gale approaches An tattered vail Hiding the heroes of the past The time is now To embrace the wild within I begin to weep as the Scouring reverie takes hold.

In an altered state of Consciousness A thousand solstices sweep through I encounter a vision of nature completely slain The wrath of depraved kings Nothing but war and plague Far beyond the stick or stone Where Iron horses gather up the bones And pitiful leaders sit back and watch the children starve Priority in filth above dignity Idolizing blood over harmony. apostasy Of the waning dawn Somehow Ghost still walk the earth Alas, Vain pleasures keep them calm The glass reflection offers them escape Pathetic Wretches Stare into these vacant lakes Until their eyes dry out Remaining numb to their own damnation Do we inherit the touch of death The killer’s grasp The war pigs smile With no potential to heal. What knowledge has the harvest moon Bestowed me? Or is this weeping wound of knowing. Even the fallen one Would look away in shame The old tales say That there’s redemption somewhere I have found nothing sacred. So Seems The visionary’s quest Has come up short. or is he…. Right where they all deserve to be? You’re right - I am ashamed. They will never let you return. No… NO...I will not die Here I gave promise I’d return.. Vowed to my all my burning stars Would go back.. I will return Even if the land is lost It is my home. I will not die in this bone yard of trees. I will not die in this bone yard of trees They won’t even let you come back You’re dead to them… They all expected you to fail. They’d rather you be dead. I will return.

Held captive In this transient shell Built by a silent carpenter Made to crawl to stand only to fall.. Existence - an odyssey through a realm of escaping light This can’t be forever This journey alone Has made me tired And I want to go home. But the child inside Has to die - in order to survive. An arduous climb ahead Slung on my back Burdens that run deeper Than the caves on this forsaken isle. Heavy as the ground, My shoulders must stay steady. I am even more aware now.. That every trying soul I meet Feels the same love, the same frustration, the same darkness As I do and that’s what’s making this difficult because.. I can’t bare thinking that my reasons to live are As broken as I am, Tortured, restless - feel like they don’t mean anything. So I have to learn to let go of what it is holding me back And Like the mountains,rivers and the trees I embrace the winter that is killing me Or fail my purpose. This is not goodbye If you follow me to the heirloom hills as fast as we can Away from this place. the contrasting dark. Taking in the sight Of the distance gained All that matters is ahead.