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Bethlehem
08:28
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Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last…
A song of old; a breath away from the past…
One alone - one whose heart was for all.
Ah, they said; one who’d come for us all…
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world;
A breath of the Godhead in Man, sweet sunlight in turn;
A child of the prophets, born ‘neath a wandering star,
Honoured with gold and the light of the Wise Men afar…
Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last…
A song of old, a breath away from the past…
One alone, one whose heart was for all.
Ah, they said; one who’d come for us all…
With Orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep -
His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep;
This Prophet of many, this light with the Elder Gods grown
Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring, to face the unknown.
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I’ve ran with the wind now;
I’ve danced with the stream;
I’ve listened to mountains,
The depths of the dream.
Through the doors of the Great Night,
I’ve leapt to the fray,
To the wilderness inside,
To the Infinite Day,
And there found communing
With our own titan blood,
Memory feeding,
The Songs of the Wood!
And if I find that all is naught, in truth I’ll smile -
Just where I’ll go I cannot know, so think awhile;
In light I walk, am slow to talk, so look inside:
There see the place of timeless space…
The Starry Heart.
I’ve caught all the stars now,
The weight of the leaves;
Breathed in the moonlight,
Child of the Eaves;
I’ve swam with the old roots
Deep in earthly still;
Played the songs of old now,
Through the Hollow Hills;
And If I find that all is naught, in truth I’ll smile -
Just where I’ll go I cannot know, so think awhile,
In light I walk, am slow to talk, so look inside:
There see the place of timeless space…
The Starry Heart.
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Sunset Hypnos
05:23
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I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire;
I’m deafened by bleeding, the tolling of lust.
Where day sings its farewell, slashes the skies;
Stabbed by the moon spell;
Broken, deranged.
The fray of the sunset, lays crimson the folds
Of mackerel night sky
Smouldering low -
A purple horizon, a roasting red flame
Burns with a madness
And calls a name:
I’ll turn away, to her flame-washed eyes,
The burning, in those coral-mad skies -
Sears the heart, embers the moon…
I’ll turn away! My Child, be soon!
I hear a sweet calling, a fanfare in fire;
I’m deafened by bleeding, the tolling of lust.
I could drown in your sweet blood,
The dawn never see -
All beauty and horror…forever laugh…
The fray of the sunset has captured my soul;
I’m anchored to fire
With smouldering bones;
I’ll be the bird spirit, feathered for dream,
Or the longest of sleeps,
Away, soft, away!
I’ll turn away, to her flame washed eyes,
The burning, in those coral-mad skies…
Sears the heart, embers the moon…
I’ll turn away! My Child, be soon!
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Fuschia
02:37
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Instrumental
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Oak Machine
08:01
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Noble sun and mighty earth
Wound you in light and gave you birth,
Skyward streaming, through many an age,
O beast of the Duir, with starry rage!
With oracle hand and Sacred Glade,
As a king you danced - in moonlight made
Mightier still in her silvery breath,
Friend to the holly through winter’s death…
Wildwood heart, sweet Ghost of May,
Summer’s lord, aglow;
First-born from the shadow-wood
Where silken hammers blow!
There you watched, and there you sang,
Through the Battle of the Trees,
O mystery in root and leaf;
The breath of Arden’s seas!
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Thirteen
06:54
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If Thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god’s eyes
Beaming with the Thirteen skies.
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a thrill of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet Thirteen
Shone where once her seven had been.
What a thrill, Euclidean joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen Great Bears raged,
Dicing up to shards
Orion’s Thirteen swords,
Kali’s Thirteen breasts,
Casting into the void
The will that never rests.
If Thirteen seasons cast their ire
Where four had burned a lesser fire,
Winter’s sleep would dream anew
While Thirteen moons the death-time through
Tilted toward that loving glow
Of Jupiter’s Thirteen moons below
The weight of Chronos’ Thirteen hands
Wielding the time in Thirteen sands.
What a thrill, Euclidean joy,
A portrait in the stars
If Thirteen hearts of mine did beat,
Pulsing way afar -
Blood and honour would scream anew
Like Thirteen diamonds wrought
By Thirteen minds of God -
Such life! Elysium sought!
I think I’d like this way…
I think I’d like this way…
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Beneath a Woodland Moon
04:40
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A time, it was, beneath the loving moon;
Upon the flute he played his gentle tunes;
She stared, entranced, into the dancing fire,
And neither thought beneath the loving moon…
The candle flames flickered in the wind -
Overhead, the trees began to sing;
Silver moon and silver spirits wept,
Whispering and playing in the wood.
A time, it was, beneath the loving moon;
The midnight fire in the soft wind blown,
Entrancing they who laughed within its glow,
Like winter children playing in the snow.
A time, it was, for those who from afar
Heard the rhythmic beating woodland heart,
Delighting in a solace made for two -
Lovers lost within the midnight blue.
No, ‘twas not a dream, that time of
Warmth and peace, while spirits with ease watched:
He, ‘neath the moon, upon his flute,
She, entranced by fire’s soothing:
Such infinite closeness,
In silence, deep:
Love’s reveries and its ways.
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Portrait
10:56
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Laugh with me,
By the stars…
Laugh with me!
Let me take you by the hand,
To wander through the twisted woods,
Where the May apples grow,
To hear Taliesin’s harp drifting through the trees
Like a sweet sigh.
Cup sweet petals of sweetest rose;
Know that she lives still within your hands -
Her spirit, her intoxicating scent;
Know that she smiles upon you,
A golden smile, warm ‘neath the may-apple crown.
Laugh with me,
By the heart of the Stag!
Walk awhile in this dappled shade,
Till daylight unto night shall fade!
Laugh with me,
By the Midsummer Sun…
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Sean Jude - Vocals, Guitar
Kevin Murphy - Bass
Thomas Legg - Drums, Percussion,
Keys
Liverpool (UK) based prog rock trio.
A rich blending of powerful evocations through progressive and Celtic metal, gripping rock anthems and hauntingly acoustic refrains, rich with storytelling imagery, myth and sacred geometry.
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