released June 4, 2017
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- Track Name: The Strength of a Woman Can Be Boundless
Sheath me beastly path
white washed virgin wrath
Shriek, stream, nameless grief
An overture of breath wrought answers unheard.
Shrinking back in grey anfractuous dismay
For there is no bairn to hold this osteal meal,
nor to lay gaze on thy auspicious smiles.
Hide as Asters - frayed and wan
An anaemic art - so meakly underdrawn
Wet, cold, dead - submerged in the depth.
A mirror of swans - They are as empty hands
Silence entire - all birds are dead
All windows broken as stonily sighs
Tear, lust, sere - o naught shall last
Singing of spring an orphan fails to be.
- Track Name: Transparent to the World
Those are the lost words - congealed armure on my tongue.
Dust rides stirred air - a burden: this leaden afternoon
All air is stale and turns to ash with every breath
This limpid will is dismissed
Gathered amongst vague palls I pass unseen.
Grey is my grievance and grave my distress
A mere shilhouette I walk along the walls
Thus a ghost I became.
Hold this yellow dreams with meagre hands
Hurl thy empty shroud onto laughter and love
All talk seeps through your pains or songs
There you are: transparent to the world.
- Track Name: So Willingly Dead
Essentially divided between affinity and loss
Thine is the care and the sorrow within.
Drink - o stranger - my endless betrayal.
In this grimness my vague shadow will rest.
Gold, red weight - this heart is too moist to rust.
Ash, black, dust - in this emptiness perish we must.
A beggar sets his mind to wrath - holy in his shame
Elsewhere ravens circle the sky.
This last emptiness is hollow and pale
I - hermit - am so willingly dead.
- Track Name: The Shortening of the Way
A weak sun drops palely to the ground
Upon this shattered ashes - This is my last attempt
I am done, undone, gone
Burn it down, burn me down
nothing shall be left of me
but this empty sense
Besieged am I in my futile denial
O so woefully refined ... my animal fear.
An empty shroud - unveiled, an empty, me -
To lift me, to bear the weight of light - surpasses my failiure
Confined in a web of holy words
discolored and absorbed my very breath.
On shattered knees imploring - an empty me -
To lift me, to bear the weight of your words, is to fail