THE SHIVA HYPOTHESIS LYRICS

1. Enkindling

[Instrumental]

2. Ananda Tandava

[The destruction of the world by water]

Break the equilibrium of change and stability; the beginning must be begotten by the end.
Behold the ankh assembled in the green light of Tau. The weary bones of the universe are rattling with the tone of upheaval. Resonating up from the drowned man’s grave.

Pierce the silence to pave the way for a new creation. The foundations dissolve.
As life, submersed in sleep, the sleep of ages, halts.
The surface yields to cleansing torrents as they immerse the crust and douse the earth’s core.

The pulling lights will pacify resistance. Still alive in the lost city, which slowly drowns.
The world, in solemn posture, locked firmly in its stance. Its motion suspended, its essence departed.

The wizened godhead awakens from the sleep of Siloam.
12 to 21 in brilliance of motion, in myriads of lightnings enshrined, enthroned.
Engulfed in universal understanding, the sphinxes sing grace to his sign.

Nataraja upon the peaks of the world.
As the tides retract, revealing fertile ground where seeds of reason sprout.

3. Caduceus

Oh, fertile Mercury, show us how to embrace the silence. The foretelling powers of man run dry.

Your refuge take, beyond the grasp of man, enthroned above the seat of kings.
Free from contamination of clarity.

When the hand points to still contemplation, withdraw the consciousness into the vacuum of the mind.

Oh, fertile Mercury, show us how to embrace the silence. The foretelling powers of man run dry.

Let no sound or motion tremble the currents of your flight.
Transcend the construct of time and let your light shine so bright that no man sees you.

Solitary upon the tops above the crowds, meticulous, both in mind and motion.

Hidden lore adorns the pages of his tome, crystal thoughts, secure from wavering.

Encased in silent composure.

And the great beast of hell, as dormant at the heel. Boast control of speech, action and thought.

Become a conductor to the knowledge, hidden in plain sight by the intricate measures of the gods.
Tend to the secret seed of all life’s serpent plan.

Oh, steadfast Aion, show us how to embrace the silence.
The foretelling powers of man run dry. Grace us with the salving rains of insight.

4. Praedormitium

Ridden to the swirling pit, christened in the Mara’s spit.
Into deeper realms of restlessness stirred, compelled to fall in line.

Witch-moon, upon your creek of blood afloat, guide the stricken through the night, that, from the womb of Babalon, they may spring to greet the dawn.

Brooding heavy upon your chest, I will attend you as a nocturnal fury.
While homunculi flit between the borders of the realms.
The Kephra arise.

The presence looming through the thick veils of twilight, solemn figures in shreds of carrion clad.
It is the jackal god in dual form who at the threshold stands.
Hazards warded off by the sentinel’s blade. The lantern of the herald illuminates the path.
Send the vapours of the calm streams aloft in churning, breaching, breaking waves.

A hollow cry rends the parish of the mind and robs the eyes of sight.
Wretched, feral, revelers alien.

Fade into ferocious colours as the breath of life ignites.

5. Build Your Cities On The Slopes Of Mount Vesuvius

[Instrumental]

6. Maze Of Delusion

On the plane of existence, the arcane grandeur of the sorcerer’s dreams mimics divinity.
Watch how the currents change and the flora bends to his words, a magnificent mockery.

Skin-deep is the influence of man and capricious are his goals.
His exploits are vanity. The hubris of man is his strive to alter and his lack of willingness to adapt.

Baboon:
Whose words can be exalted when words are of the soil?
Far from celestial splendour, mere illusions are all that you can hope to beget.

Unfit to achieve the sacred diction, the eloquence of the gods.
The tendrils of mundanity bar shut the hidden regions of the mind.

Baboon:
Each syllable uttered further swallows up your sanctity. Syphoning your grasp on the world.

Each exhalation, a step further from the truth, a step deeper into the maze.
Great harbinger of the word, wake the grace of our souls, shatter the walls around our minds.
By the light of the lantern, the serpent coiled staff points towards the hills.

7. Carrying Off The Effigy

Under the weight of lengthy shadows drawn by the slowly burrowing sun, the rapturous procession springs from the grove in reciprocative rite.
Where the sharp nails of sleep have drawn eternal portraits.
The withered remnants of harvested grace flesh out the form of decay;
Embalmed in blood and tears, to mark his fate.

Carry him off into the setting sun to find his final resting place.
Let misery follow behind him,let disease echo his fate, let destruction be his consort.

The image of death is plunged into the water. The equinox draws near.

Let it bind loss and raise the harvest till fortune revolves; winter comes again.

8. With Spirits Adrift

Imposed upon the ghosts of reference, polishing the night’s obsidian pearl.
While strands of light perish as fleeting thoughts and the creaking carriage of the underworld resounds.

Fallen upon the graves of defyers and trodden with forgotten sons.
With the scent of salt, sulphur and mercury, by the blood of the sage beckoned to roam in the foul realms of nightmare.

Return! Do not tarry outside, for the splendors of the sun will blind thee.
The stars and the firmament confound thee.

Relinquish the pride that in folly was thine,
For the numerous paths that a mannikin must walk are riddled with a thousand holes.







THE SHIVA HYPOTHESIS LYRICS