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Mother of the Sea Breeze
06:22
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Cull away the gulls cries
Our mother the foundation
Bringer of sea bringer of life
Bring us the winds
You brought your vivid dreams
and the seeds of our tribe
Oh, mother of the sea breeze
Fyre, A light
Endless pillars of your tears
Tilled the land
For the point of creation
Of all being
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Watcher of the Forests
04:19
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Through the branches, echoes the sounds
calling of engines, the spirit of life
the giving of the watcher, holder of the veil.
towers of moss, behold his throne.
Hear him shout the forest to life
awe his stride falling the stones
The Watcher holds peace in hand
crushing the fall of the land
The Watcher
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3. |
The Giants of Soil
04:54
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Crush, Kill, Rape, Destroy.
They stumble forth, displacing life
sculpting the world, with vile clay
Crush, Kill, Rape, Destroy.
Towering pillars, of violence
with blood soaked soil, they come.
Crush, Kill, Rape, Destroy.
Shape, Mold, Grow, Create
Crush, Kill, Rape, Destroy.
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The Spirits of Sky
07:47
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Upon the spirits, of the cosmic like.
we place our wishes, and our fortune.
into your hands, onto your eyes.
like crystals, shimmering hope.
Bleed me golden stars
crying silver moons
the daughter is dying
which the heaven’s sent.
{Burn her body in the fire
throw her soul within mine}
Bleed me golden stars
crying silver moons
the daughter is dying
which the heaven’s sent.
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Eyes Like Blue Wisps
06:30
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The immaculate, cerulean sky
hangs an ornament
that casts its tendrils
to choke the world.
Revealing all the land
and man made creation.
Shone through
Shone through the structures,
shadows of gnarled metal
litter the paved streets.
concrete chokes the earth,
hidden under foot.
How long must I
be blinded by the sunlight?
How long must I
be blinded by the sunlight?
How long must I
be blinded by the sunlight?
How long must I
be blinded by the sunlight?
The stars I was wrought from are gone from this plane.
Alas, there in those places will finally be somewhere called home.
A new existence in death where I can bask in true silence.
Perhaps there I can relinquish my soul and become whole, once more.
I was doomed from the very beginning.
I hope there is peace beneath the pale of this blue, dimly lit planet.
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