1. |
Arc I
00:39
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2. |
Adeleh
05:52
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we have tried and tried again
but she shakes her solemn head
we have tried and tried again
but she remains barren
my wishing wells, your shooting stars
are dead, dim, and dark
my wishing wells, your shooting stars
recited words lose their spark
i shake my fist at the heavens
why won't they answer my question?
where is my heir? / give me my children, all 25 of them
i am a benevolent man
why won't you give me a hand
give us someone to hold
i'm at the pit of my low
by the grace of the divine
he writes us one last line
and awakens the queen's womb
child, oh child, are you coming soon?
does your heart swell?
cradle her well
and give her a name -- adeleh
and give her a place -- my heart
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3. |
Gift
03:55
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mother sits on her bed
the weight of the world in her womb
her body's slowly breaking
her limit's come too soon
exertion has been met
color drains from her face
she is pale and frail
and in her arms is a baby
it has rosy cheeks and dewy eyes
it has rosy cheeks and a lucid smile
it has rosy cheeks and tiny hands
you have rosy cheeks, my little lamb
mother sits on her bed
lines drown on her face
exertion has been met
she doesn't know she gave it all away
father sits at her bedside
calloused hands hold his face
his clothes haven't been washed for days
and to the heaven he prays
she doesn't know she gave it all away
he doesn't know she gave it all away
but she did it for his sake
she leaves him with one last whisper,
against his cheek she says, "i love you"
in his ear, she breathes a final wish
"take care of this gift..."
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4. |
25 Children
03:52
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mad horses trampling in the market place
smashed brigade, smashed brigade
hoofprints on your stomach, how does steel taste?
does it taste, does it taste?
newspaper flyers to flying all over the place
like smoke on a cloudy day
smiles spread among a thousand lies,
not red or gold, just blind and white
crumpled on the floor,
you iron yourself out,
take a broken stick
and write on the ground:
sixteen years of being run down,
it's all the same
ten year's of holding another's face,
i can't be sane
25 words and 25 children
you don't claim, you don't claim
can you keep the pace?
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5. |
Pariah
02:08
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6. |
Melchior
05:18
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searching the ground for some evidence,
but all we've found is rope
we tie ourselves together and wade into the river,
waiting for it's flow
and when the rain comes,
it will shiver our bones
and when the wind comes,
with will make us even more cold
but it whips our hair into ripples and bends
just like the river under our legs
and we will wait for when it comes
we will wait for it to come again
and when it comes, will you help me
to rise up and stand on my bare feet?
and when the snow comes,
it will cover our thorns
and when the wind comes,
it will chill our bones
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7. |
Little Lamb
03:11
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can't bear it anymore
rowing that boat ashore
little lamb calling out for it's father
hands on neck, thrown in the water
enjoy watching it drown
bleatings nevermore now
rage paints your face
scars mar your body
dirt under nails
and bloodshot eyes
can't stand it anymore
the silent ghost abhors
carving skin from your back
sill you crawl on rocky tracks
the harsh wind blowing
your burdens towing
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8. |
Waking
02:57
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9. |
Make Him A Martyr
06:05
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i was the king's twice born son
born to him with two wailing tongues
born to him with four grabbing arms
born to him with two beating hearts
they want one, but not the other
they want one, but not the brother
they want one, under the covers
they want one, dead / in a body bag / in his bed
he is the younger
he has the hunger
they won't kill him
they'll make him a martyr
now i am the king's only son
born to him with one hidden tongue
born to him with two lame arms
born to him with one wooden heart
--- my heart, my heart
--- my darling daughter
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10. |
King Killer
04:06
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penmarks on your paper
dig deep and deeper
carnivorous stained fevers
do you feel the need to leave her?
the beauty, the dreamer
beloved executioner
with water, death of a daughter
revive her; revive, is she alive?
killer king killer, whispered the mocking bird
killer king killer, death of a daughter
crowned mind is tortured
blame the rampant river
shoud i, could i be her savior?
doctor, can you try to save her?
where is the murderer?
i'll be your armor
where is the murderer?
i'll be a father
where is the murderer?
i'll be the punisher
where is the murderer?
murderer in the mirror
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11. |
Six
06:07
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one, two, three, four, five, six
at the king's right hand
(we are, we are, we are)
all the king's men, they couldn't stand
at the king's right hand
one, two, three, four, five, six
at the king's right hand
bow before us, bend your back
bow before us, get on your knees
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12. |
Comasetic
05:11
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13. |
Deliverance
04:42
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are you truly awake my darling?
i've come to, i've come to
my conscious has fallen behind me
don't let this mind decieve
i've come to, i've come to deliver you
from all your torturing
don't let this mind decieve
i know why you caused this tragedy
know my shame will never leave
rise from the floor,
you defeat is hard to see
rise and once more,
become the man you used to be
(redeem me, restore me)
i still love you, fallen father / darling daughter, could you ever forgive me?
could you ever forgive me? / you are forgiven, fallen father
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