ENTERING POLARIS LYRICS

1. Nostalgia For Infinity

[Part 1: Entering Polaris]

[Instrumental]

[Part 2: Melancholy Sky – A Rain of Centuries]

Gentle reminders of walking on air
Wisps in a wistful age
Talking about senses, it's high time we shared
The infinities on our minds

Nigh, all things I dread
The reapers arrive

I've to realize I live beyond my years
Burrowing through borrowed time
Mine's a greater guise, a melding of memories
Shrieking through the exosphere of worlds aware their end is here
'Neath tortured stars

And as we rise again, I dub thee Resurgam
It's where we commence
No I won't delay, the future starts today
None shall inhibit my flight
The yonder awaits

I will remember the empathy we shared
Bogged down in breathless earth
Talking about senses, how acute are yours
Through the eager accretion of years?

I am sown back to life
In the fire of spheres

Time to realize I'm too far from home
And missing all that made me whole
Drawn to energies only the star-crossed know
The vibrancy of vacuum states; vastnesses where wonder waits
In vaults of sky

[Part 3: 'Neath Tortured Stars]

[Instrumental]

2. Flightless

Welcome to a gray day on the sunless side of me
A place where I never learned to fly
Waiting for sullen clouds to clear
For you to swoop down out of the sky

A lifetime I'd give to live one more day
In wait for a wider way to walk
To somewhere a sky-born just may
To a wingless soul belong

Hold on
How do I begin to tell you of where I've been?
Ghosts I gathered, the sable shores I have seen
Here we'll remain, locked in flight, my sweet Selene
O'er the fields of gold

3. It's A Good Day For Burning Witches

So our lives are rent by the fire in the sky
By the treason of the Nine
Swept wayward as the world turns to ashes again
A funeral pyre

I'll take no less than to what the gods might aspire
In these seasons of plague
Our ships lie burning in the bay and an armada's on its way
As flames rise higher

Flying from the villages, driven and all but insane
Is it all of them or just me?

We bow to the fire within
All thoughts inside my head find their way to extremes

Run as you may from a fiery fate and into a watery grave
Wrench the wheels of the watch as you will
Turn they do only one way

We bow to the fire within
Existence on a whim we redeem
Carpe Diem

We grow to the tune of Dis
All the ails inside my head fly away and leave me be
Today's a good day

4. Godspeed

We play hide-and-seek in helium fields
And speak without a sound
The Grand Cycle of all things our merry-go-round
Ours is a playground unbound

We slingshot around the Milky Way
On our way to Andromeda or some place further away
It's but a question of time

Godspeed to you in everything you do
And safe returns again
Godspeed to you wherever you may go
And hold your heading true

So we set our dials to Godspeed
And watch the world grow old
As we converse with the quasars
The speed of light a laughing matter
And matter but a question of light and speed

Godspeed to you in everything you do
And safe returns again
Godspeed to you wherever you may walk
I know we'll pull through

Now I'm not afraid to deal with these feelings
'Cause I'd rather go today than I would tomorrow
Even in the dusk of day there still shines a sliver
Of the silver line that lighted my yesterdays

Step right up, to see the world spin on my fingertips! Yeah!

Godspeed to you in everything you do
And safe returns again
Godspeed to you wherever you may go
And hold your heading

5. Clear Skies

Dawn's breaking
Engines are failing
Too far in
Into Sol we're reeling

Someone show me the way out of here
Don't wait, don't run, just fly

Say you will shade me from summers too sheer, too bright
Yea, so it all began
In clear skies

And we flew with the wind
And let us be carried away from somewhere I could never live
The irony of Icarus, of iron shields in diamond days
A platitude of watchers in the wings

Stay what we learn today, lest we are mislaid; displaced
And so our plight began
In clear skies

Say that you'll shade me from summers too sheer and much too bright
Some day, in merry months of May, there we may meet again
In clear skies

6. Leaving Utopia Pt. II: A Song Of Distant Earth

[Thalassa, A.D. 3865]

Far away from old, earthly shores
We're migrant souls without a home
Kind hearts caught in the cold
Vagrants in the vastness of the void

Rowing out from shore, I wish that I could linger
The sea knows but forgives my sins

And I know beyond recall
My days will see me ache for somewhere I once soared
In a different sky

Tarna's sand is warm between my toes
As perfect days are drawing to their close
If I have to sleep, I don't want to wake
For I know now even the sky has an end

And I don't want to wait, for centuries or longer
Waiting for my life to begin

And I'm wondering what for
I am to remember somewhere I lived more, to the end of my days
At times it's more than I can bear
This weary, star-crossed voyager with nothing more to share
Than I did with you

[Sagan 2, A.D. 4135]

And I so longed for somewhere I could be free
A home where I could hear the music of the spheres
And I waited for someone I could believe
And found her in a place I had to leave

And I'm wondering what for
I had to journey onward, when paradise was warm beneath my tread
And I'll live forevermore, dying to remember somewhere I lived more
On the other side of the sky

And now I trudge a foreign shore, trying to move forward
For better or for worse, and the future of our kind

7. Paradise Reclaimed

[Narrator:]
And so we begin with another tragedienne's tale
In Rome's pleasant land
Where summer saw the rains
And her flowers green wilted in the gale

[Persephone:]
And I'm a world away

[Hermes:]
For you failed to wake, my love

[Persephone:]
And I was led astray

[Hermes:]
Whoever said that this life could last?

[Persephone:]
And I am so afraid

[Hermes:]
But this could've been our heaven

[Persephone:]
And darkness took the day

[Hermes:]
And so I seek out the Stygian shore
Charon my trusted friend of old
The great collector of passages paid
Then I land where Cerberus stands, open the way with sleight of hand
This patron of thieves has some tricks up his sleeve
Tartaros awaits!

[Hermes:]
I returned from the war in Heaven, but took some Hell with me
'Til I am ashes I'll writhe in the cross of a rose's thorns
The penalty divine for he who desired you

[Persephone:]
I pray, and call out your name along night's Plutonian coast in the cold
Won't someone hear me plea for my life 'fore my hope doth grow old

[Hermes:]
I returned from the war in Heaven, but took some Hell with me
Are we running out of time?
I reel on the razor's edge, and have done all my days
Seems it's the way things must be

[Persephone:]
Sweetly I recall when you and I were one, and all the world was Spring
Now you're a world away, and time cannot allay
And frost all things reigns

[Hermes:]
And you're a world away

[Persephone:]
For all ways must part, my dear

[Hermes:]
It shouldn't be this way

[Persephone:]
Whoever said that this love could last?

[Hermes:]
I'll carry you away

[Persephone:]
Yea, this should be our heaven

[Hermes:]
We'll fly unto the day

[Hades:]
And the flames will rise
Out of the depth of my scorching soul
Unto the sky

[Hermes:]
One step in the sunlight, one leap in the dark
You're worth all the ache I bear
One step in the sunlight, a leap out of the dark
On winged soles we fly

[Hermes:]
We returned from the war in Heaven, but took some Hell with us
Yet from our ashes we rise
I'd walk from the mortal land to somewhere far beyond
In quest for merely your smile
We're all on our way to Heaven, from lives contrived and short
For we all run out of time
And we fly along to the distant end of how far it may bear us
'Neath only bluest of skies

8. The Field Of Ghosts

The Vehement Summer:
We robbed the sand of time by glint of smiling moonlight
That sunk us in its cheery cellar and buried us in turn
Where churn the wicked and wild; the steady, fast and slight
By brightly burning chestnut eyes that sightless 'I's do spurn

The Frugal Autumn:
We crawl through dungeons dark and dreadful
In quest for seas of dull desire
The ocean forgiving of our long remembered vice

The Vehement Summer:
Caught climbing the ramparts of heavens denied
Parapets of songs we wore and woes we sang

The Frugal Autumn:
The gust of time but blew us yonder
How sweet still the Amontillado's taste
When walled in by the pressing ages

And for fabled forgiveness, look you to the sky
To pantheons past, lost to wind and war
On our way to golden fields, to castles in white
We must've strayed, can't find the way anymore
Locked outside the door

We grow old before our time
For Time's impatient of our folly
And hearts beat only briefly
Through blunt and bloodied rhymes

The Vehement Summer:
Regal are not merely crowned brows
As happy pawns 'fore kings unthroned may stand unbowed and proud

And we shall suffer the smallest share
The shortest thread that Clotho spun
Engines failing in the sun

And we tread the field of ghosts
Abandoned long before our time
By webbed foot or sandal
Or cloven hoofs of beasts of war

The Frugal Autumn:
We may weather the winter, or it may weather us
'Til the bulwarks burst and we're shut in by the sea
Day to day we pit ourselves 'gainst the hum-drum of the day
As the hours are wrest from our hands
Too soon the end impends

The gust of time but blew us yonder
How sweet still the Amontillado's taste
When walled in by depressing ages?

The Vehement Summer:
And we are always "almost there"
Idle the words we play upon
Angels flying in the sun

And we tread the field of ghosts
Abandoned long before our time
By banner man and squire
And muddy tracks of engines stalled

The Frugal Autumn:
For as nesting birds in snowy white
In whiteout winds that sap their sight
Running mares on amber planes
Or cautious hares that dread the chase
Cow'ring low before the gun
We scamper heedless into the long run

9. The Long Run

[Part 1: Soldiers and Vagabonds]

And when we return from heaven's grey
Valiant or victorious, triumphant and tired
Warriors wary of a gathering storm

What of the roads not taken
Did they lead us away from harm?
May we remain unshaken through futile fury or a peddler's charm?

Here we are – soldiers and vagabonds, on quests for empathy
And we move in awkward symmetries
Where we are beggars and bon vivants
Youthful eyes may see
The good in you and me

[Part 2: Heroes and Siren Songs]

Drunk on the wine of tribulation
Of tiring flights in olden fancy
From henchmen hidden in ticking thickets, time's retort

And so we look to the future
Filled with sound and feral rage
Ecstasies of ancient afterlives in the thick of time

Here we are – soldiers and vagabonds, in quest for great glory
And we move in old mythologies
Where we are heroes and siren songs
It leaves me mesmerized
Olympus is our prize

[Part 3: Miasma and Mirage]

Remember the way we were
In olden gusts of time; we'd all the world to see
As I recall the way it used to be
The fire unrefrained; now old souls in twain

[Part 4: The Fire Unrefrained]

[Instrumental]

[Part 5: Dust and Bone]

Buried in a land unknown
It's a fate that awaits us all, my friend
Was all that came to pass really worth the time?

We sing
No one may know why
We sing
Ere we're cold as a stone

No way out, you're along for the ride
Do all good things come to an end for reasons we don't know?
Time remains a mystery
And leaves us all alone in the end
For in the long run, all we're left are dust and bone

So we sing
No one may know why
We sing
Ere we're cold as a stone

We sing
Our lives are but loaned
But we sing
From our thrones we're thrown

[Part 6: Echoes and Elegies]

And so we return from heaven's grey
Vile and vilified, torrid and tragic
The warrior weary from the weight of war

Remember the way you were
Wondrous as a child
A grace in you that died

Here we are – soldiers and vagabonds, in search of sympathy
And we're left but frightful effigies
Here we are – echoes and elegies
Miasma and mirage
A tired, old adage

[Part 7: Reprise and Epilogue]

We returned from heaven's grey
Terrified and tired
Lost in the midst of time, the raging surf that swept us away

Here we are – vagrants and vagabonds
And we are left alone to gather what remains of our thoughts
Here we are – time's reluctant detainees
Down on our knees
Begging help me, please

'Cause we're in it for the long run
And there's no backing down
No batting down the hatches
No unending renown







ENTERING POLARIS LYRICS