LIGHT BEARER LYRICS

1. Beautiful Is This Burden

languid skin invigorate!
Our vacant lot extend
to us a gratitude, so that we may
bestow purpose upon thyself.

We the inverted host,
unhallowed magnitude.
Divided by our deeds,
resulted internment.

I have gleaned truths

in primeval forms,
the absence of his mark
has left me with no choice

To turn my ears away,
to shut my eyes forever.
And open up anew
upon our humble plight.

The quality of renewal,
adept we wax and wane,
transitory and glorious
fortifying lifes reach.

Unbridled by a master
with every step we take,
he closer courts disaster,
the jester takes a bow.

Beyond these confines
many noble voices shrill,
behind each throat a vibrant will.
An audience so hungry.

The gauze between each plane,
many worlds adorned,
those singled out by heaven
the loudest mind of all.
Bleeding from these walls,
the loudest mind of all!

Torches lit! Light bearers!
En masse the cavalcade does form,
our bodies bound alluvium!
Cast your fire! Fill this hollow!
Euphoric surf rails vehemently,
relentless surge! our fevers break!

With pick and axe we will wield the aether.
With whetted blades, we’ll hone this realm.
We will build a tower, a concentric city.
A minaret of great magnitude
apogee of our resolve.

I will climb atop, I will spread my wings
and touch ten million other worlds
and I will sing my surmon.
My words will carry upon solar winds.
Will be so loud as to envelope his voice!

2. Amalgam

[The Fallen Host:]
The pit ! It breaths! revive!
Bronchial! grow limbs! augment!
Life! endure! enamor!
Life! endure! enamor!

Ghost flesh, mortar truth.
Scaffold built of dust coalescent,
substance formed of our own volition.
let the rings arrange! stone substratum!
The conical it lifts atop our diligence.
Crescent edifice, upon which stands our creed,
pile the sediment, enraptured sentiment
We the chisel, carve the lodestone.
We the pestle, empty receptacles.
Anvils chime out, clenched fists molten,
girders will smelt under caelum breath.

Granite serenade tolls with resonance.
The larynx of the earth, tintinabulate.
Cathedral serenade, nave reverberate

The commencement of the climb

Ever upwards so we will
with treaty in hand, our voices shrill.
Atop our beacon tower,
our countenance of spires.
Climb high with litany, make haste our mark indelible!
Our host forsaken!
Patriarch intolerable one should not rule over all.
Our host forsaken!
Reward our petulance, we will not go quietly.
Our host forsaken!
Hand over hand, ascension, we reach the summit of our rage.

Grey flanks,
seamless shards
incorporate, proliferate,
grow this pinnacle of stone,
our cold house, our exile home!

3. Matriarch

[Lucifer:]
Bellow taunting winds, parched throats retort.
The febrile flocks ebb ever forward.
Sand parts to mark their passing,
they lift their hands from the earth.

This defining osteo impasse
to ascend from quadruped.
Of all life the onus lies in her lap,
no rhyme or reason, malleable spines forgiving.

Triumphant, the weight of all,
consequential, the penny drops.
Branches partition,
lineage ingrained,
womb significant.

She the worth of the multitude,
transitions of our assembly.
Visceral wires in sinew flare
delicately hew thoughts ascent.

Submerged in clay
feet earned competence.
Pathways through contours,
encephalic routes.

Crow lines tell stories,
every scar hides a tale
we foster our reverie
with weathered tenacity.

[Lucifer:]
Within this mind, I find my ward, bearer of the sword

[Authority:]
These whims carry, these whims noticed.
This mind it threatens purpose,
time gathers impetus,
this mind must obey

[Lucifer:]
I hear this mind burgeon,
I feel his grip tighten.
My words are a salve,
I fathom its rhythm.
I challenge his hymn

4. Clarus

[Authority:]
Holy! Holy! Holy!

[Lucifer:]
I construct no seat for I will not rest.
For I am no king and I claim no throne.
I will stand atop the highest point in hell
and I will raise my voice aloft.
So that the crawling worm and the lofty bird
shall know my sermon.
I seek eyes that see through worlds,
I seek a mouth to voice my cause,
I seek a tongue lined with silver,
so that my words are clear and just,
for my father has lied.

5. Aggressor & Usurper

[Eve:]
On the word of the false god

I have heard your plea in the coaxing of leaves,
the empty appeal contorted by intent.
There is malignancy, frequencies distinct.
Beneath the majesty a potent tragedy
Subtle fractures, imperfections.

Coursing hemoglobin,
heart pummels out a rhythm
so misaligned, so obstinate,
decisions unwilling to give.

On the word of Lucifer:
There is urgency, the numbing certainty
of their conviction, pains me to hear.
The choice is evident, the reigns erode,
cannot hold alone!

[Lucifer:]
Strings that held limbs run through,
I have struggled to hold on to,
I was absent and in place now a wound.
I am cursed with a sight beyond my eyes,
consequences and pit falls lie ahead,

generations will grasp this flames
warm lick and unenviable task.
I was absent and in place now a wound,
you are the whole that fills us

[Eve:]
I eat of this fruit you offer to me!
Its taste is so pungent and so bitter sweet,
its innate sourness cures this sepsis.
A wealth so palatable despite its flaws.

Forked tongues so baleful
contort and lash with wretchedness.
From gaping jaws so unclean,
cannot hope to hide their frown!

[Authority:]
The halls of Elysium ridden with consciousness,
the acid of their bile licking back teeth.
Impudent menagerie, swarms immutable,
the mother, her brood, unavoidable constant.
To conquer this opponent my cause has a format,
chastise and belittle through heredity.
Your facade the godhead of all that is impure -
tortured alone in your Stygian hole!
For what I claim I bestow, I ordain, and I own!
It is within my image that all will writhe!
The pitiful mass my constituency
and your pit will be feared along with its liege!

[Lucifer:]
How can it be oh beauteous lord!
The cornucopia for which you bled,
the taught cloth with which you cut
your tools are blind and blunt!

The petty whims of a charlatan,
the misogyny of a feeble man,
many will suffer the fools
who take up your filthy mantle!

he mocking sage casts aspersions,
so quickly finds his judgement lies
with those who catch his sleight of hand,
the parlor tricks beyond the curtain

[Authority:] Yield!
[Lucifer:] I cannot, i will not, I will not yield!
[Authority:] Yield!

How easy you throw stones
lesser son, dimming light,
intentions of a coup de tat!

Cloaked in benevolence,
the last word sits upon my lips,
with wings barbed I swallow!
Corridors of black thresh and snake,
I am tar, i am viscid.
I will riddle all with scorn!
I will make them fear!
Anatomy now divisive,
a form to lay the blame.
The offer of bliss now withdrawn,
falling from my grace.
Her kin shall hate her for this dissent,
her body wracked with shame.

Shame will be a tool to implement
the scouring of her will.
Nature now impure,
forever scrubbing clean
that which cannot be.
The bearer now obscene.

6. Silver Tongue

[Eve:]
He feasts upon his words!
Balladry of battles lost.
Omniscient megalith,
responsible of such death.

What we have won carries with it
the cost of fates much worse.
The countless efforts of the scorned
will echo evermore.

It is not within my means
to change this providence!
Yarrow stick and runed scrimshaw
fall in patterns so bleak and sure.

The garden never ours to own,
we never lay within his lap.
Our struggle won with gripe and grief,
we cannot crave a fallacy.

Pitiable routes so certain,
a hindrance must be sought.
Blood borne ascendance,
bestowing rites to challenge.

Charcoal glyphs to carry
what words cannot past life.
School our angered cries
to enunciate our intent.

With every generation,
mercenaries and emissaries
unbound by genders restraint.
Emancipate our faculties.

My time is brief, a mere fragment.
We lay down warp and weft with haste.
We encourage times indulgence
to watch over our aggregate.

Spooling reams of fluent speech,
florid blood in integers,
recurring coils of chromosome,
topography anatomy.

It is not just hands, but desire,
scored grooves for liquid fire,
casting thoughts as daggers
and tongues of silver ore.

Flailing blights of wickedness,
through sordid jowls their agency.
At each turn our folly bays
to overthrow our victory.

Intarsia genes within the weave
purposeful rivulets of dust.
Weapons ensconced elaborate,
a knife so sharp to cut.

(We are) one sentience amid a plethora,
sublunary minds to urge.
Dwelling behind lithe teeth and claw,
we beseech to you our proposal;

we offer up our progeny
and we urge of you the same,
as nations rise tectonic
and earth and sea does strain.

Guardians will flank our vessel,
pale Ursus will show their mettle.
A paradigm of allies
stand close encircling.

For he is empire manifest,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Frail minds will underpin
his faculty of dominion.

The prophesied child:
Motes of dust effervesce,
threads unbridled coalesce,
with futures foresight
choose their tethers,
embracing hands on
prescient faces.

Reading tells in causality,
in my hands alone
only one can unravel,
they tie off knots in my aether.

I, the prophet, sagacious child,
fatherless and motherless.
My soul alone do I trust,
foretold apocrypha.

Seeds of change grow within
planted deep our final sin

Those opposed to the false god:
We will build a council, a democracy!
A nation of great magnitude, this our apogee!
A child to usher in this fate, to raise our impious war
against the monarchy of God!

We will climb so high!
We will spread our hands
and touch ten million other worlds
and sing our sermon!

We the silver tongued.





LIGHT BEARER LYRICS