Fen - I (Pathway) lyrics
[Fen - I Pathway lyrics]
All will fall all will sink
All will drown all will fade with time
I scan the horizon watching, waiting
To gaze upon the grey spine
Of the cathedral spire
Piercing the clouds that swathe
This blasted horizon
A totem of the permanence within
This fog laden expanse
Eternal I am, yet each tread
On these desolate soils
And through these banks of rearing sedge
Enervate me ever further
The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds
Reaper - Harvester scourer of essence
The inevitable embrace whispers from an
Endpoint yet to be
Rotten wings spread with a torpid snap
A roiling howl that promises only
A bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal choir builds
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over
A broken landscape
Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises
Supplicating embrace of ten
Thousand forgotten threnodies
Yet I can hear them each and every one
Wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation
Silence Raised to a deafening roar
That shreds the senses
Eyes and ears forced shut
I revel in abnegation
And let my soul-sense wander
Slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness
Probe the blackened slopes of
That stoic island
Tomb or temple? Only the dead can know
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught
Save timeless prophecy
And still these wretched revenants whisper
All will fall all will sink
All will drown all will fade with time
All will drown all will fade with time
I scan the horizon watching, waiting
To gaze upon the grey spine
Of the cathedral spire
Piercing the clouds that swathe
This blasted horizon
A totem of the permanence within
This fog laden expanse
Eternal I am, yet each tread
On these desolate soils
And through these banks of rearing sedge
Enervate me ever further
The ghostly breath of winter enshrouds
Reaper - Harvester scourer of essence
The inevitable embrace whispers from an
Endpoint yet to be
Rotten wings spread with a torpid snap
A roiling howl that promises only
A bouquet of woe
Gathering in volume, a colossal choir builds
Unearthly presence bleeds shadow over
A broken landscape
Mists unfurl in a tide of unspoken promises
Supplicating embrace of ten
Thousand forgotten threnodies
Yet I can hear them each and every one
Wordless these paeans to harrowed incarnation
Silence Raised to a deafening roar
That shreds the senses
Eyes and ears forced shut
I revel in abnegation
And let my soul-sense wander
Slithering bent fingers of gelid ghostliness
Probe the blackened slopes of
That stoic island
Tomb or temple? Only the dead can know
Their unrelenting mantra unveils naught
Save timeless prophecy
And still these wretched revenants whisper
All will fall all will sink
All will drown all will fade with time