Lucid Dawn tracks







Held captive in plain sight
The reflection of blinded silence
Held captive in mounting dread
A depiction of touting violence

No escape from inside their heads
The dilemma now becoming blinded locked in
to a brand new shining prison
Khaal-­Li­-Phar claiming himself supreme
behind the curtain the maestro of this machine

The false reality generated by hate
Perceptual slavery, we take the bait
Staring into the maze, the hall of mirrors
Cold deception a tourniquet of rage and fear

Asleep catatonic they stagger to their demise
Installed into their minds, these chains disguised as time
Pulling them further, binding them to a pyre of lies
A cybernetic playground, tear out your eyes
Replace them with the buzzing of flies

To mask the wounds, to feel alive
Bleak handed absence sold as the next new distraction
The claws that held the seams of astral realms
Forgotten, stolen was the numinous
Forbidden were their dreams

The fleshwalkers stand as prison guards
Khaal-Li-Phar as the warden
Once the cage was sealed
The nano­verse locked in
The era of diversion had begun

Malevolent masters staked their claim
The tyrant stood upon all he created
Determined to punish all, all that he hated

Enslave the masses with deceptive powers
Holding terror in vein
Frenzied, wide eyed and feral
It felt too late, but the time was of the essence
Final hour


Hidden from the talons of madness
the knowledge of which none speak
laying buried beneath her caves
below exalted misted peaks
the mineral hold
of stalagmite and vine
long since kept in crisp darkness
a stasis of warm dream woven delight
the light of an eternal flame
resting silently above her
wheels within wheels
The real flower of life
Was revealed
bedded in wild amethyst
she sought refuge abroad
a phantom perched in stillness
held by the web of Aetherion
as the waves of cosmos she rode
the flame danced ethereal
at one yet infinite
pitched to the pulse
upon the walls
a static flow
Her return
of ages
beyond time
outside the chains
that sought to banish
her face
before these suns can rise
before the rising tides
he must awaken inside
that which is timeless
beyond conception
change will sweep barren into
an open invitation
for a lush new energy
a brisk vibration
shall be the prism
the first spark of the new golden dawn
piercing through the hollow of this deadlong night
the anima will rise


Emerging from the parallels
Of untethered dichotomy

Seeing what has been wrought
In the land of the forsaken
A lechorous Existence

Bathed in living blasphemy
Sitting wide eyed in the dark
Perpetual denial

Now purpose
Reached it's firm grip
Towards Cyrix

The shadow had awakened
Within a profound knowing
All was not lost, but no one seemed to notice
We were hooked

Through dredges and sold to the slaughter
There was no more denial to drag around
Like a comforting corpse

The calamity of existence
Pulled at his mind like feral claws

The time is now
The end is nigh
To crash and burn
Or to awaken and fly

Ringing in his ears
The Voice of reason
Chanted it's trance inducing hymns
Collaboration can lead to a tidal wave
Of freedom

Tear of the shackles of the weak
Knowledge is the key, wisdom is power
Let the mind bloom
Take back what is ours

The machinery of existence
Sparked for new creation

The time is now
The end is nigh
To crash and burn
Or to awaken and fly

Courage and will
Nothing can take
No masters dark bidding
Deserves us as slaves

Once awakened
You can't go back to sleep
Apathy only aids in self deception
Freedom pursued is the only chance
A new era aligned

Take flight
Like the feathered serpent
Soaring in the sky

Rooted in the ground
The middle path is laid
The journey profound