With wounds, he came, a man
bearing marks of war and weapons at his side.
“Let him be, keep him a corpse!”
Not for the first time - duty takes its course.
“If war brings us peace,
it’s here I will settle.
If I’m to rest in my lifetime,
I’ll live here.”
To reach peace is a promise that can’t be forgot
but fulfillment is foolish and weighs on our hearts.
Taken by beauty - the skyline obscured,
look up to the heavens, find heaven on earth.
“This is my promise. This is my oath.
This is my promise. My word.”
“At the temple, I will pray
“Southward, to my lord.
Westward, to my lord.”
A short time passes.
As the petals bloom.
Left behind, or forced to leave.
The town returned, and for most it’s just a memory
But restless he’ll sleep.
Memory burns a hole through to the other side.
Duty. The trip through fields.
Reminders of his own life past due.
Not left to rot. Mortal remains.
Faces frozen, before,
now staring forward.
Upward to God,
or heaven (they should hope).
“Thank God for the breeze,
for it the smell should hit me...”
Return to find home, unwelcome.
Taken to the jails
of his former lord and confined
here in the summers heat.
This I can bear
solitude in this year
but as such time draws near
should I fear I’m to strike at the heart of it all?
This dishonour. I will see you soon my friend.
This blade in through my spine! Sever my soul from my voice!
My skull from my neck!
And as the bloor pours past my teeth - cut off my head!
And to rise - not like from ashes but still soft flesh
the soul is left / and a ghost is given its right to birth.
I will see you soon my friend
and over through the meadows repeats, repeats.
In a clearing, blossoming,
as said, two friends meet
as promises dictate.
Our lives we see things,
believing rain being fit to describe how we live
but through death I have found thoughts to bloom
and my life falls from the trees, in petals
to lay the earth in sheets.
In my wait I ignore rain as just life t the seed.
Feeding for the moment we meet.
It is for you the last year of my life exists.
It is for you these last moments persist.
As said, two friends were together
as a pink sky of soft flower petals
lit up above them towards dawn.
And when from west the sun meets the sky
his spirit would disappear from the earth forever.
released January 27, 2007
Recorded at The Pocket studios (Toronto, Ontario), June 2006
Engineered and Mixed by Mike “Dull” Langford
Mastered by Ryan Mills
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