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burn the season
04:05
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I have seen the ashen face
that gazed upon the lowest place
and knows the reason
the past would lead the blind
rise above the killing floor
know you've seen this place before
and know the reason
you're cast within the crime
time would no more bleed for you
and I the blood the seeps the truth
would only leave you
to silence all your fears
I will be the ashen face
and call as home the lowest place
where only legion
will burn the season
from the beginning
and know the reason
the past has led me here
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2. |
fable untold
05:19
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Only to win where lonely the opening led from the sin
only to know that severed the broken have led you to grow
so never these days and never these eyes would hold all the failure you're led to despise
form without body all led astray
all that you're seeing is all you'll betray
cracks in the wind were towing the broken through skys glowing singe
liquid to mourn where drowning the skyward the flame is reborn
so never these stains and never these lies would smother the flame you led over the rise
born from the struggle alls bled away
all that being is all that will say
so writhe
then vanquish the tomb
when given to fall with the edge of this all
wither chains of a world that left you too soon
the wretch of the fallen
the deeper to lie
when form becomes chaos and chaos is wonder
we'll take the flame past the edge of the sky
a test of the chosen
in lava of layers
would sway and deceive you, illuminate peace through
embers of victims and ash of their cares
So rest for the broken
is stolen from none
when all the deception thats ever been kept
and has flowered in madness is scattered as one
so writhe
then vanquish the eye
given from needs that so long would deceive you
taken from gold that would only deny
a claim of the northern
led south by the sky
would only now hold where the flame would enfold you
fable untold as it bled through the nigh
So rest for the stolen
is broken from none
when all the deception thats ever has wept
and has flowered in madness is scattered to none
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3. |
a battle to leave
04:13
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hold beyond, the storm has come
it rolls as one to drown the sun
it burns
where only a shadow was left with a failure that once was a man
it sears
and only the seconds that flowed as if blood from the battling hand
here is the seventh of gates
where the severed await
if the blackest of fates
was your hope and your prayer
and so you will sail as a wave to cave in
with liquified wings where the vapor will win
piercing the veil where the blessed begin
here
where embracing decay
in ascent to the fray
is the last that will stray
from the earth and her care
and so you appear at the edge of the wind
with nothing to fear in the ashes of sin
a battle to leave in the lowering din
here...it burns and sears
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4. |
with pale
05:04
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where I left cold in the wind
and I left death in the din
so I won’t need to forgive
this place
for all the fell down
and blood on the ground
and war in the sky
and blood where you lie
from chaos held high
no stains for no eyes
with eyes you’re soon to demise
the seconds from lies
with pale you’re soon to reveal no more than you feel
so I left cold in the wind
and I left death in the din
so I might need to forgive
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nigh the seed nor strain for the living sun
born from the need was wrath where the hope was spun
fall to knees then lay at the livid floor
maul and leave for the dead what the earth would adore
if all of the screams would layer the scrolls with red
then all that would bleed knew waves as the toll of the dead
all that you see would know where the ancient fell
mourn for the trees whose roots know the path to avail
and on the edge of phase
left drifting through the haze
your bloods been spilled for days
upon the end of maze
the self on distant shore
where none were led before
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6. |
were...are...
04:41
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as I walk back from this room
from the walls of my waiting tomb
and back away from deepening bends
of the path to my own end
and look again through only eyes
at what will move neath the chaos rise
as I was led to shelter there
by the hand of the blood I share
somewhere…
so you may not be here
but through the pale I see you clear
where you’re not for blood and fear
and the toll of the passing year
this was a random sunday song
but now its here for all thats wrong
and if you wait we’ll all belong
to the place you led this song
it wont take long…
upward gaze and earthen stand
quickened eye and shaping hand
that you worked between the layers
but felt no need to fold in prayer
and as I drowned the desert through
the kinder hand was wiser too
told of more than the lowest pull
and pulled me from the lake half-full
for all you were...are…
are you found on endless plane
that you never thought to claim
from a window opened wide
ascend upon the only glide
so you may not be here
but I’ll always hold you near
till the day that I grow still
and find my way to the sky you fill
I will
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7. |
alter
14:05
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an altar built in a day
would burn to the ground in decay
and there in the ashes I’d stay
what are they trying to say
and let the fever rise
the life you would deny
the clocks that only fail
the hammer and the nail
I beg or borrow
on low for tomorrow
will see this demand
rear its head
so you will know its only bleeding
now take stand
to fall over land and sea
waves you grow break unseen
with nothing left to be deceiving
don’t run, don’t hide
to pale this side
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8. |
steepening winds
02:21
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when finally I’ll arrive past the veil of unknown skies
when meaning meets belief then the world will flow from me
and all I will erase will be held in your embrace
but till then I’ll remain with another ounce of pain
so liquid for the lie
the less you know the more you’ll try
and met with steepening winds
from the veil that won’t forgive
and all that held betrayal
would form the shell that’s born to fail
so till then I’ll deceive
with another ounce to leave
in a home within belief
burn the veil so you I’ll see
when its only less than me
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Aerial Ruin Portland, Oregon
Aerial Ruin is the mostly acoustic solo project of Erik Moggridge who also collaborates with Bell Witch, most recently as Stygian Bough
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