Code Augur Nox 1. Black Rumination Sparse beneath the crest in savage, graceful throws subjugates of the gallery parade. Burnished by the lunar scope / secrets steps of quiet art / churn about a poison isle whose patron waits and watches / from a cruel claw of basalt, /a ponderous funeral stone And in the blackened breach before / it thunders around the the throne Cast his presence, His essence a Winter repose / Fronds extending, a whisper in the folds Of eyes in the dark / Shoals vast and brooding / They study his thoughts / They mimic his motion Dread forms from echoes in blood / Shapes call the night to align them In one, a stranger to light / Black rumination / Dark mouths in perishing prayer / Surround a spire of dissention Arcane - the withering throne / Black rumination / Tides to his coronet / A surf that teems with sly creation Apparitions lithe and pacing / The brow is furrowed deep / A nature searing in the humours Honing furies from the edges / Dead minds feed this aberration / Swathed in tears / In ocean tinctures Never sated for horror, for decay / His sculptures adoring / The channel of their rage Dread forms - His thoughts are cold and still / A solemn vision in the water / A soured confidence and They work about the throne / In fervent circles, stern and ceaseless / A wilderness dilating 2. Becoming Host (Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky) In shifting I watch the flies gather over this picture like a sheath / Wrap their lips around its secret and deceit Suck the light from my eyes and burrow beneath my skin / And when it called I let it in Swallow your soul and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own Make me a host / Make me a palace, parasite / Pull out the walls of my world And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled A most becoming host / There's no pain here - a strange salvation to find All confusion is simply traffic on these wires / Only hunger like a furnace Only longing in the chaos / Gaps that burn with contemplation Blister and split with a new infectious greed / A most becoming host *Swallow your soul / and cut a hole right into you / They shudder and shake and cut a road A body that lay like a stone stargazing now / shivers with life of its own Make me a host / Make me a palace parasite / Pull out the walls of my world And build me anew / Build me from your antipathy / Shameless, complete and unfurled (*Their wings block out the sunlight from my sky) 3. Ecdysis Slave / Awake in the tumult / Bray / Bold for a lost sun / Here / In the gut of the tempest Chains / Wither away / And in this incarnation / The storm has sent it forth a / Slave To boil back with a dark love / Rage / In ceaseless cycle / A mantra / To bide into curses And break open / On the caustic current / And in its deconstruction / The storm has fashioned it A son - Quake, stoop / Such things hang about his shoulders / Shimmers of Perdition caught between brush strokes and the oil / Shake, Grow / Feed upon your burdens For, beneath that fragile colour / A pearl in the friction slows Wave - you vapours / You refracted, wandering lights / mere tears in a canvas of saturating blight His core, this Caliban, of barren rooms sewn up / And stare afflicted by / some greatness in decay And I would be burned / (I would be burned) / By the flails behind / (flails behind) Those boiling windows / Where a ravenous spawn (ravenous spawn) / forsakes its skin (forsakes its skin) in silent struggle / And where all light tapers out / and a dark horizon is spread / Fevers of his fierce design in sable tremors tread / In blasted cacophony / In will out of agony wrought / He thrives in the torment His inimical whispers like birds / Raise in the eye / Ravenous spawn / Forsakes its skin 4. Glimlight Tourist Ciphers unleashing throngs from a blazing throat Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes? Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime? In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds Scanning the starlight for signs Hues of dementia blur at their sides And the boundaries of energy fray and decline Their strange eyes shine Fused to another Palms raised to goad Wisdom from ether They form holes between worlds That I follow with an eagerness Down the dark slides and passages Into gloom Where wide, white pools of reflection embrocate and charge their bones Bleach out my memories back to the core Where knowledge is energy And magick is a cannibal, animal fire Reign in the spores Spoils of my soul Adhered to worlds below They form holes between worlds... Conjure my others under my features Doused in the river, pure and in pieces Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles All of your emptiness I shall dismantle 5. V Δ [Instrumental] 6. Garden Chancery Forced into the stagelight / A weak, wan and marbled hide / Disgorged up to jugdement / Sharp cracks of the gavel Great caps in a row / Their fine mystery certain / And the balcony heaves with old familiarts, lechers and treason The prisoner's stance / A calm acceptance in the stifling scowl of the hanging judge / The defendant speaks... Where am I now that you could deliver me? / I have lived over clouds and beneath the deepest sea I sang from the caverns as the rocks peeled and broke with trees / I was origin, everything. Who could deliver me? For I was a blaze in your shallow dusk / The winding berth of stars / Where lonely gavels pound the earth To work it dark with scars / But I tire of the chase, the harvest monopoly / How you bore with your delicate graces and charity / I'll soothe quiet desires and the ache of the evergreen / And then how shall I wait - for judgement or clarity? For I am your ache and your reverie / Your wild desire and colour / And in my flaws adorn the court / The pivot of my garden Deliver your judgement / My chancery, pause to decide Deliver your judgement / My garden, my flowers of light 7. The Lazarus Cord Wading gapers lash & mow / And in flicking pitch / They call from the bottom / Restless arms / Stretching-out Blindly bat at the scent of the surface / Where a nodding forest draws / Sweet airs from the sky / To weep down upon them Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded & cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh / That flies straight like an arrow To bury itself beyond these halls of mould / Reprieve / Rise a bolt from the strong will / Another clambers onto / The Lazarus Cord A line like dried skin, pearl & taught / Hangs through the barbs and lips of the shadow / Pressed by wide / Thirsty eyes Wet with failure and wild with devotion / At its base a brawl of souls / Scrambled structures, flapping and broken Fallen high / from the cord / Dashed apart on the shards of their fathers / Alone upon that ivory line / A figure climbs the rope from the rotten heap / Back to life / Out of death / Watched by ancient, toothless and open mouths / Bawling out their crimes to the shadow Elemental, hoarse and forgotten / Beneath the crust / Skin like chalk / Features eroded and cracked hulls breaking-up / A sigh... - And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Enervating, the dust on their dry fingers / In a slow-formed intimated cascade Curling smokres step across and, embracing, / Like hunting nerves they scavenge for reason / On the Lazarus Cord - And the rope reclaims a soul / - To its weave of sinews / Blind husks cling to the cord / leveled, their gaze at the / roots and the damp soil, lined soft with light gossamer / Beheld from the catacomb / by piercing black diamonds / A glazed and gelid ether As waters over / Waxen features / Their eyes a glass / In granite seizure / But it's all that matters / It's all that matters now On the Lazarus Cord 8. The Shrike Screw Briars you sip / You siphon beaty / Speak softly through licks of carmine / Wet your tongues with finite sorrows / Closing horrors bound into you / Wake / Awake with fascination / living tower / writhing temple / Speak only in hymns of passion Power, ardor degradation / / Above you / Above you old observances / A murder of admirers / My dust to / flutter into the flow On breezes, warm breezes / / Ah, the Shrike Screw / / Flakes / Like burrs / With beggar's faces / Bow from horns with pricking fingers Cast, conducted by the totem / By your bleeding gulping centre / Lights and lures / and breaching bindweed / Wind the opened loam about you Speak to me your hymns of waning / succor, cruelty / desecration / / Above you / Above you clouds are changing their faces for you, adoring / I clothe you / I, in dust and clay and the wake enthralled and / Before you / Ah the Shrike Screw 9. Rx. [Instrumental] 10. Trace Of God Impatient ghost / In your wide smile I open / Pale as bone, / Incandescent and starved / A poem up from a field of corrosion In folds of gold / To burst like a star / Abandon the light / Abandon the skin / Abandon the search for these troubles I watched for a world that would let it fall in / An order ablaze in the rubble (Trace of God, Trace of gold) / Imbued with / a reflected light and prose that wound over and over / and / struck out rain a gilded cage / / Linger ghost / Claw that space with hunger Cities twist to ash in your hand / I catch fire in a whirl of your verses / Elements unbound / / Abandon the ligh... / Crawl in type shape / Scratch your song into sound / Burn / Breathe / Ignite the pyres / / Turn your back on the surface you own / Face the sky Accuser / I will fall on your dreams / Your hand in my world 11. Harmonies In Cloud Slide / Pale harmonies in drifts / Veils drawn over and / Sleep slunk in slow / Bite / Smile your bridal grief for / The more you weep The more that seed can grow / / Ash is falling, just like snowflakes floating down / Shells and masks on gentle dreamers under cloud Peace / Illuminate the faces by the road / I just know / I just know they keep quiet count / -misdemeanors, malice manifold I just know / Sullen souls / Slumber now, slumber so / Slip away from the fold / From the toll, from the toll Covered-up in the drift / Covered thunder's murmured roll / Thick with hunger / Distant and lowe / / Unending / The ash is alighting to gnaw at their seeds under stone / An energy dark and voracious , a summoning under the Moon / I feel them, their focus and sorrow A study of horror in flight / To worry my wounds with their wisdom / And draw out infusions for night / (Slide comas slow) Upon the scaffold and the deaf beasts / (Harmonies in cloud) / Over the harrowed and the grime / (Suffering below) By breaths - a barrow high with harmonies / (Dreamers under shroud) / For the grazing hive / Ash is falling, coma's winter Cankers' feast of fitful thinkers / Alive, the curtain extends a slip of warning / Of sulphurs brave and intent, / Of sorrows homing As if the faces can turn out of their moorings / Harmonies in cloud... / Slide comas slow 12. White Tryptych [I] Night limbs lean out to trace those long roots The many arteries of this forest And somewhere in its web I can find rest Feeling entirely all the fractures of this space. It shines out on hunters in stasis Frozen in the membrane of night Rapt under the Moon's cool skin on earth And charged with purpose I trap a fragment An echo strapped in amber Moth-like and held from home. You, then, are my reluctant tutor And through you I interpret the stark lunar stare The mad visitation [II] Savour – fasting guardians of night A black watch on the heath stilled by low currents Grace – trickles of scent and heat Fissures affixed as petrified twine Bask – vain sepulchral hairs Whose blossom aches and huddles close Course – milk-light over hushed hearts And breath's crystal hung celestial For you the bellicose thorns wind Like secret serpents from light For you the players sway on a stage of alabaster Clasping their hands Clasping their hands [III] Bold in rich cobalts From a bottomless well An amour of ivories Sutures of spell Don't fade in my prism I shall empty your book And deliver to midnight The majesty took Shine! Flood the fields deranged Silver-white stain It seeps to draw the wonder through the web To teeter at the edge For your gaze turns the cold stone And bears a monument out of waste For your dead walk ingrains Life with Death And makes marvels of the gradients Aort – Guitars Andras – Guitars Syhr – Bass Lordt – Drums Wacian – Vocals