Panopticon / When Bitter Spring Sleeps 1. Panopticon - Living in the Valley of the Shadow of Death Grasping in the dark cold hands The voiceless phantom mythed in torn pages of a decomposing tome The pages wither like burned flowers in a summer drought They fall into dust While questions arise in perpetual wanderlust... Of unanswered questions and empty gestures Mandrake saviors and eyes sewn shut This living in fear Fear of freedom Fear of letting go... of things The novice angel's somber strings... Golden gates and choirs of angels sing praises to a heavenly host who's overlooked in arrogance the true majesty of the world There is no God in buildings This divisive, cunning method of control Ignorance. Oblivion. Ungratefulness and greed Forever wanting more when the table buckles from building plates so over filled with the beauty of this world Death is my final gift The leaves that fall nourish the soil with their decomposition and the oak will feed from itself again... And the world thrives Relish the wilderness There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven There are no forests in your Heaven Because Heaven is within 2. Panopticon - Living Eulogy There's so much pressure to just keep breathing I'm not sure my heart will keep beating All the things I have labored for they may fall into nothing if I'm not here to see the end What will become of me when I become the Autumn leaves? When all that's left of me is a shell? And the world moves on without me? Will I die tonight? Will I die tonight? Will I forever sleep? Will my mother weep? Will you remember me? Will you remember me? I exist in fear So in a way, I am not alive This foe I cannot conquer: It is my own demise I am terrified and I don't want to die This world is so beautiful I want to be alive... 3. Panopticon - To Make an Idol of Our Fear and Call It God instrumental 4. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - Flames That Taste the Rain Two powers intertwine On this cold grey afternoon Smell of wet leaves on the breeze Between the bitter smoke of oakenwood Ambrosial breath of fire Singing its mysteries An alchemical transformation Shifting one form to the other Flames that taste the rain shimmer then flicker in the wind Rising eyes if fire that blink as they waver and die Countless tendrils blazing silver streaming groundward A doorway to awakenings 5. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - We Cower in the Storms of Her Retribution Every stone Every tree Every mountain Every breeze Was not made for you Not made for you... We cower in the storms of her retributuion... In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary... Oh she will not mourn your passing... In the shadow of her fragile sanctuary This palace was not made for you... 6. When Bitter Spring Sleeps - All Things Rise (Arrowwood cover) I feel that life will never end where the heart lays in the dark ground Where love leans like a crack in the heart... in the heart I've seen all things rise to fall into dust Into the flare that turns us pale... where loveliness dies Ah... All things rise, rise to fall Ah... Chaos comes as close as breath Within the shadows, the eyes of death watching, once warm in a clover sweet now so cold in the dark ground Ah... Still hearts in shallows fall into the grave Ah... All things rise to fall I've seen sparks in the trees so weak; tiny stars, they struggle like the dying of love... Arising death Ah... All things rise to fall Ah... All things are brought to the grave Once so warm, now so cold, so cold...