Falls Of Rauros
			Believe in No Coming Shore


1. Blue Misshapen Dusk

[Instrumental]

2. Ancestors Of Shadow

They will wake to the sound of shattering glass
in the crux before dawn
and will not have dreamt it

How could they know what the night will hold?
They've slept through that dark
and they will again
Nurturing dreams for the covetous
While we could not sleep at all

All of us
helpless
will have to
find in each other distraction and tempering
lest we now fail as they failed

But I don't foresee that
because you've strength in you
carelessly misused
and blindly, tragically misplaced
and though your eyes drifted
they have not lost sight of our fixture


3. Ancestors Of Smoke

Has there ever been trust between those on the precipice
who steady themselves on the fortune of others?
All of them secretly yearning to tempt instability
and neglect
or abandon
the foothold beneath them

Staring ever
into that chasm
Drawing nearer
that beckoning closure

Every head will hang
erring and doubtful
with a clawing remorse
burrowing achingly toward the dim heart
of our guilt

We're responsible for the world we belong to
all pity withheld
We are answerable for the dusk we have walked through
and our quiet contempt; hardly permissible

Do not let their darkness become yours
Conceive in your heart dissolution;
its weight will diminish
Your shining eyes piercing the absolute black lain before you
Those shadows will howl desperation


4. Waxen Voices

You are changing
because the measured world
bared its teeth, unflinching
and demanded it of you
Because the air you breathe
every hour feels thinner
and you were terrified not to
Because age and the mounting days
stripped all courage from you
You are fading
as I will
Every shade of darkness
will fill our bodies
and stay them

Can we not be formless
no instinct or enactment?
Can we not be ageless
only a stillness?

Now that everything has become
little more than a balancing act
Now that everyone seems
to want nothing more than
to maintain their careful pacing
We are vanishing
into the loneliness of
holding love back

Dissimilar
No longer familiar
There is no clear path
we long since lost that
It is something to witness
all dissenting voices falter with time
Forever resigning


5. Spectral Eyes

Hoping that a slow death will wait for those
shielding their pale eyes from injury
Who would sacrifice limbs
for a shallow breath
hands trembling
I have seen you with confidence
lower your head with a purpose
and surety
but I knew you were elsewhere
pensively building a tomb for those you love

Your frail heart is wavering
Your exits narrowing
For what are you waiting?
Belief alone cannot sustain us

Believe in no coming shore
for we'll cross this sea and the sea then beside it
Navigate leagues of clamorous waters and lightning
Smoke hovering so low it becomes us;
we've all been betrayed

Believe in no nearing shore
No vessel could weather these sprawling expanses
Fire so black even the night has affirmed it
We've all been betrayed
We have all been
betrayed

Sight it was taken
Eyes they were left now to gaze;
gaze upon darkness enveloping
Vaguely perceiving oblique shapes in drift
and the silent conversing
of all wandering ghosts

Still your hands; they are trembling
Your weakening clutch is now forfeit;
forfeit to violence
It seems they'll forever be cursed to remain
empty yet grasping
Nothing to hold
Nothing is held


6. Believe In No Coming Shore

[Instrumental]