"Black & Gold"
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Incantation
04:20
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Oh begin the incantation
Something like love on your breath
Circle around me like a vulture
My carrion heart still beating
Smoke rimmed witching eyes
Tip the chin back, lift up my chest
Without a touch, electric undulation
Knees bruising, but I’ll not move
Fever as scarlet, the marks from your hands
Spin and twitch just as fast as we can
You’re not of this world and neither am I
Creating heaven, making hell where we lie
Beads of sweat scale down my back
Your grip controls the scorching sun
Pull it taut, show me now, and again
My jailer, sweet maker, my savior
Lifted up, so my body commands
Eyes rolled back, in pleasured means
Levitating, floating before you
Plunged into the depths above
Fever as scarlet, the marks from your hands
Spin and twitch just as fast as we can
You’re not of this world and neither am I
Creating heaven, making hell where we lie
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2. |
Haunted Home
04:23
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The creak in the attic boards
The groan of the basement’s heat and ice
The tick of the clock of those before
The dust as it settles, making lines
Rooms may change and some may go
But you’ll always feel like home
We may part or pale or fall
But you’ll always be my home
The smell of slowly aging life
That light that pours in every morning
The dark that shapes where we hide
The dirt that keeps us creeping in
Rooms may change and some may go
But you’ll always feel like home
We may part or pale or fall
But you’ll always be my home
No one knows what these walls hold
What life within them we have formed
When we pass, our souls will clasp
To what we built and what we burned
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3. |
Some Nights
03:08
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Controlled and bated breath
Air escapes the fragile lungs
Cold inhaled, oh the flow
Of blood in secret places hung
Dark and damp, awake the living
Feeling heat and flesh is taking
Hold of senses long forgotten
All the limbs of past time making
Some nights can't be washed away
No matter how hard you pray
How we belong in silence
Now that we've had a taste
Light peers and keeps a summons
Filling chests with vibrant hums
Shallow sounds of wait's death coming
Screaming of past summers' suns
Dead, undead the ghost is spinning
Footsteps fall on hallowed ground
Oh, it's rising to pay tribute
Pouring fevered fervent vows
Some nights can't be washed away
No matter how hard you pray
How we belong in silence
Now that we've had a taste
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Anemic iris, kiss the eyelids
Counting up your crosses
Devotion shown in palms
Guardian, profane, slayed in vain
Anticipate the rapture
Salvation turning on the wall
I’ve got the moan
Poisons spilling over to my blood
I’ve only got you on loan
Sweat drowning me like a flood
God's children hiding resurrections
Unholy light shines in
Fixation, on the One
Neck bared for the crushing blow
Cut the soul out, chest cracked
Fingers dipped in gold
I’ve got the moan
Poisons spilling over to my blood
I’ve only got you on loan
Sweat drowning me like a flood
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5. |
Leaving Traces
05:41
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I touched your face in the shade there
A different way than ever before
A certain taste, wanting it slowly
You left a trace, tell me what for?
Lay it down
Oh my cold one
Stay now
In darkness falling
In such a place, there’s only hiding
You always say it’s worth it for more
So many days cast in mourning
A wish to hate, but still lovelorn
Lay it down
Oh my cold one
Stay now
In darkness falling
Created space, dwelling within
Quivering pulse too much to ignore
A phantom of ancestral hearts
What broken glass our love has borne
Lay it down
Oh my cold one
Stay now
In darkness falling
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6. |
Beg and Steal
03:58
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When the sun goes down, you'll find me there
Making love to shadows, seeking light inside of you
Following the fractures 'til the lines break bones
Haven't left this room; it's lonely, but I’m not alone
What is fair when I beg it from you
I want what you give, but the rest I can't take
I want your world at my feet, feeling your body shake
What is there left to beg from you
Every word remembered, every look you said was true
Replayed in my mind until I can't recognize you
Can't remember a time that you didn't make me lie
Still looking for my last soul before I'm burned alive
What is fair when I beg it from you
I want what you give, but the rest I can't take
I want your world at my feet, feeling your body shake
What is there left to beg from you
I’m at the stake, left in the stocks
In a cage with the door locked
My mind’s on fire, the flesh is too
What is there left to beg from you?
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7. |
I Am Your Shaking
03:40
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Alight to find
Knives where beauty lies
Steal the hour
Kill me
But I am your shaking
Cause in me
Before space runs out
Disappear
Slipped in
But I am your shaking
Fall in love
With shadows on the wall
Chase me
Through your dark dreams
I am your shaking
Preyed on me
Laid bare, eyes strike
Vibrate in the air
Trembling
But I am your shaking
Trouble here
Left to stay
Made to want
Drunk again
But I am your shaking
Fall in love
With shadows on the wall
Chase me
Through your dark dreams
I am your shaking
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8. |
Altar
03:13
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Leave my heart beating
Bleeding on the altar
Exposed to the weather
Of earth & time
Steady old rhythms
Drumming up fevers
Guarding the temple
Asking for...
There’s something about you
That hits the veins
That makes me writhe
And scream your name
Gold given freely
My body is yours
My church and syndrome
Tears stained robes
Sacrificed
For a glimpse of light
Chanting low
Humbled before...
There’s something about you
That hits the veins
That makes me writhe
And scream your name
Gathering up
All that you require
Conjure it forth now
The echoes surround
Collected and keeping
Every flash of life
I am in season
Gasping for...
There’s something about you
That hits the veins
That makes me writhe
And scream your name
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9. |
Spectre
05:05
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I hear you in every siren song
Howling through the midnight air
I see you in every apparition
Coiling, spiraling, others unaware
My eyes playing tricks on me
Turning visions into what I want to see
You are not what you seem
Your looks and words, they disagree
I'm afraid to see the ghosts
Coming from the mirrors and smoke
Oh the trembling, it would not go
Away, even if you willed it so
My eyes playing tricks on me
Turning visions into what I want to see
You are not what you seem
Turning visions into what I want to see
You are not what you seem
Turning visions into what I want to see
You are not what you seem
Your looks and words, they disagree
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10. |
Art of the Execution
05:34
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After all this time
I do not belong
I am keeping them warm
But you woke me up
I’m not supposed
To be without you
But it’s something that
I’m getting used to
The deep wells of sadness that I’ve acquired
The clawing parts that you’ve admired
Needing you always, never satisfied
Moving in the night, pursuing fading light
All alone this time
You do not belong
But you keep me waiting
And I don’t want to wake up
I don’t want
To be without you
And it’s something that
I’ll never be used to
The deep wells of sadness that I’ve acquired
The clawing parts that you’ve admired
Needing you always, never satisfied
Moving in the night, pursuing fading light
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11. |
The Gallows
05:50
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The gallows calling
Noose is hung from the willow tree
The air tastes thin
From the shallow grave you dug for me
Hells mouth spitting our bodies out
Smell of death rising behind us
Eyes flashing light, glowing amber below
Looming over me, beckons it forth
The devil come to take me
The gallows calling
Noose is hung from the willow tree
The air tastes thin
From the shallow grave you dug for me
Slaughtered, given up as offering
Cries heard in the distance, repeated
Crows creep overhead, their danceless flight
Burning faces, blasphemous mouth
The devil come to take me
The gallows calling
Noose is hung from the willow tree
The air tastes thin
From the shallow grave you dug for me
The spirits sang, baiting the helpless
Voices twisting up, they hit so loud
Swallowed me up, couldn’t find my way
Watched me cry out, demons folding me in
The devil come to take me
The gallows calling
Noose is hung from the willow tree
The air tastes thin
From the shallow grave you dug for me
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