1. |
Sediment
02:36
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Wennefer is missing.
The trap's been set.
A gold coffin
is floating down the river.
A place to rest forever.
In the sediment.
Beneath the waves,
the years collect,
secrets from long ago.
Locked in the rocks.
Poor Isis
is wailing.
She's been tricked.
Her own sister,
cut her heart into pieces,
and spread them on the beaches.
In the sediment.
Beneath the waves,
the years ferment
secrets from long ago.
Locked in the rocks.
Now a new Sun is risen above her head.
From the seed of the dead,
on the banks, her love grows.
As above the falcon flies
So below the jackal bites
On the banks, it grows there
In the sediment.
Beneath the waves,
the years ferment
secrets from long ago.
Locked in the rocks.
In the rocks.
In the rocks.
In the rocks.
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2. |
Sorcerer
02:38
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A Sorcerer by the power of her magick had subdued all things.
Would she travel? She could fly through space more swiftly than the stars.
Would she eat, drink, and take her pleasure? There was none that would not instantly obey her bidding.
In the whole system of ten million times ten million spheres upon the two and twenty million planes she had her desire.
And with all this she was but herself.
Alas!
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3. |
Stems
02:30
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The signs are changing
The old ways are coming back again
What range are you in?
Did your future just change back again?
Empty but for a few
All that's left reminds you
What was lost
has been consumed
Nothing but stems
The seasons changing
The structure still remains the same
The green is leaving
Holding on for one more humid day
Empty but for a few
All that's left reminds you
What was lost
has been consumed.
Looking up at the stars
No balance no symmetry
Looking down at my feet
Off balance, falling free
Looking into the ether
No balance there either
There's gotta be something
There's gotta be...
Nothing but stems
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4. |
Knives of Winter
05:04
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I feel the cold wind blow.
It cuts right to the bone.
While a deep foreboding dread
creeps inside my head.
Freezing weather, endless nights
are out there waiting.
My skin grows pale before my eyes
anticipating.
Their knives are sharp, the ghosts that follow me.
Cast a shadow of doubt across the whole world in front of me.
Their knives are sharp, the ghosts that follow me.
Turn a walk in the park into a stab in the dark.
Another day of sleep.
The drifts are getting deep.
Need to find a reason
to stay here through the season
Overcast and grey.
All is faded.
It never goes away.
Feeling haunted
Their knives are sharp, the ghosts that follow me.
Cast a shadow of doubt across the world in front of me.
Their knives are sharp, the ghosts that follow me.
Turn a walk in the park into a stab in the dark.
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5. |
Bat Chatter
02:45
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There's danger
in shadows.
The dark corners
are my home.
In the dead of the night
Dead are your dreams
Dead is my sight
Dead are the screams
Bat chatter
With my sonar
I can see.
Let the waves of sound
surround me.
In the dead of the night
Dead are your dreams
Dead is my sight
Dead are the screams
Bat Chatter
Hiding in our homes
We don't want to suck all of your blood out
If you don't leave us alone
Maybe we might try
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6. |
Out on the Boat
04:02
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It's a nice day to be out on the boat!
The sun is hot.
The sky is blue.
The wind is high,
and so am I.
The water's cold
when I dip my toes.
A chance to be
all alone.
It's a nice day to be out on the boat!
The fish are biting.
I throw my line in
and close my eyes.
The song of the siren
is so inviting.
I think I might go say high.
But no siren song will make me leave my boat.
No one can cause me trouble or burst my bubble
if I never go back to the shore.
It's a nice day to be out on the boat!
The sun is hot.
The sky is blue.
The wind is high
and so am I.
The water's cold
when I dip my toes.
A chance to be
all alone.
Even if the whole thing's burning I ain't leaving my boat
No one can cause me trouble or burst my bubble
if I never go back to the shore.
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7. |
Witness in the Woods
02:53
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The castle stands tall.
It's only steel and stone, but I think I'd rather talk to the walls
than the witness in the woods.
He's got a gleam in his eye
but he keeps it hidden under a hood.
He'll sell you your salvation
wrapped up in a web of contemplation
Colors so bright, you can taste them.
Licking frogs and crawling in the basement
What are we?
Where are we?
The chapel bell rings.
The crowd chatter is loud but I can't hear a word they say.
The runner fades away.
There's no trace left of the vessel
He could have been something special.
Think I need a vacation.
Reality bites! Let's go for a ride.
Colors so bright, you can taste them.
Licking frogs and crawling in the basement.
What are we?
Where are we?
Expanding the mind.
We're all intertwined.
What aren't we?
Where aren't we?
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8. |
Ice Age Trail
00:59
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ICE!
Go take a hike!
Find the mammoth's home!
When the sun sets down
let the kettles glow
AGE!
The glaciers carved the surface.
Can't tame the land that time forgot.
TRAIL!
Many beasts have tried
but the ancient terrain
carved by ice
cannot be tamed!
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9. |
Sun Dial
03:12
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No history
When we don't survive
You can say
Forever isn't infinite
Keeper of time
Ender of planets
Continue on
We cannot slow the path
One day the sun will eat this world
No more cloudy days. Only burning rays
Rays from hell
One day the sun will eat this world
No shade. Hide inside your grave
Face the facts
That we won't survive
What is left
When we all burn alive?
Keeper of time
Eraser of planets
Continue on
We cannot slow the path
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10. |
Black Mold
03:41
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I've succumbed
to the spread.
Fungus feeds
off the dead.
From the cracks
of the bricks
living fuzz
soft and thick.
Toxic mold it grows!
Creeping through the holes!
Mushrooms in my lungs!
Choking on the spores!
It's in my walls.
I can't breathe.
Airborne spore
colonies
expanding out
below my feet.
There's enough
to bury me.
Toxic mold it grows!
Creeping through the holes!
Mushrooms in my lungs!
Choking on the spores!
Become the decay you've always wanted to be!
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Toadskin Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Jeff VanDreel: Guitar/Vocals
Trevor Broskowski: Bass/Vocals
Ian Ehrnstrom: Drums/Vocals
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