Ne Obliviscaris Urn 1. Libera (Part I) – Saturnine Spheres Where white doves fall as hammers And the wilted horses dream of lions To the crashing shores, hooves through bloodied tears Rising red rosarium Blossoming choirs Beatitudes... Of the endless end Where white doves fall White doves fall as hammers And the wilted horses dream of lions Of the drapery, moth grey veils Where the black winds rage This is our end design The war on all life Of our mindless vessels Death we breathe Life's demise, mechanized end design Far beyond our humanity Our end design To be erased from all time Through the shadow of the valley of death We bathe in blood The saturnine spheres of fluttering wings Dusted wombs Upon the ebbing auras they feed Drawn to life Burning moths, we've set free Illuminate the way Across killing fields, once golden What have we done? What have we done? One last time, upon the threshold In our hands vultures wheel As time swings the great pendulum Dawn of the industrial dirge Where pilgrims sing our fate No more chances…are we too late? Exiled voices All of the one tongue Words of extinction, chorus of truth Life's demise, mechanized end design Far beyond our humanity Our end design To be erased from all time Through the shadow of the valley of death The same blood 2. Libera (Part II) – Ascent Of Burning Moths [Instrumental] 3. Intra Venus Ghosts of porcelain waste The innocence in faith Through translucent eyes In shifting shades of pale upon pale Writhing across the neverwhere Haunting reflections of the mirrored void Is this the end of everything we love? The wounds of life weaving the loom Dwellers in the deep… worlds entombed Of all the fragile, their desolate veins Ravenous hearts, euphoric suffering Poison of the well, where the black tongues sing Intra Venus quickens A curse of life Bequeathed, gorging sanguine like cancer They prey for blood, wretched are the gods For the stillborn suns of never They are the severed The lifeline to end forever Lanced, earthen flesh of enslavement…intravenous Descending liquid shadows, all entwining Their distant sights weaving the loom Dwellers in the deep... drift below 4. Eyrie All veiled by sunlight A murder for evenfall Where a new dawn resides Veiled by sunlight All veiled by sunlight Of gilded silhouettes Where long shadows rise As winds whisper, o' harbinger, lamenting twilight All drowned within, cold stars ignite The world closed its eyes Of Lorelei Dead dreams rising Lost to a frayed dimension And what lies beneath The labyrinth within the sea The black skies of twenty thousand leagues Keelhauled and crippled Tangled in misery An abyss of dying dreams Cascading delirium 5. Urn (Part I) – And Within The Void We Are Breathless Nebulous skin of change reflecting Seething dead eyes Drowning within two black mirrors The writhe of our stained-glass angels Diaphanous Pale tongues upon our spines Behold, star-crossed, moribund Fleeting, the fall… to our funeral As moths' bleed from our wounds of faith All light wanes And upon our open palms are dreams of ash and ember Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered A crown of coal-black eyes, tendrils of shadow Breathless, beloved, godless... we are home Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure And within the void we are breathless, we are delivered And within the void we are breathless 6. Urn (Part II) – As Embers Dance In Our Eyes Beneath aqueducts, anointed... we transfigure Within the void we are breathless, we are delivered Before the flame, we transcend Bearing light in hues of sunrise With devil'ed wings as wind torn shrouds Faithless decadence Together, forever... of all Tomorrow, we dream no more Our gods lay in quiescence The end, true freedom Baroque'n forms 'neath mourningstars Where the moon will wither Here, we are of the sun We become the earth Wounds of earth, purging fire… burning bloodstreams Bereft of pulse and light Crimson, gold, a new sun... empyreal Crimson, gold, one last sun to ember Dead seas of life Dead seas of life In shades of faceless grey, unto ashes Our dying memories, our faded lives Within this urn inversed, pain released We are the ones that were, what once was