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Like flies emerging from the flesh
I wake from a slumber
Or could it be death?
My name, as dust into the wind
Mirroring my voice
Where is the bell that peals?
A morning dawns
Sun, oh, honey'd drop of love
Where have I been
That I should crave you so?
With light the carrion recall
Into their darkness
They call for me
Why do they look upon me so
With knowledge I lack?
Speak to me
O, carrion I know
In my dreams, my eyes became a feast
A thousand years am I alone
With such a burden
A thousand lifetimes ago
I made such mistakes
And so
Recall abandons me
To wait
Awake
Come silence deafen me
And so
With dreams of ash and stone
With age alight on the wind
They'll take me home
And so
Recall abandons me
To wait
Awake
Come silence deafen me
And so
With dreams of ash and stone
With age alight on the wind
They'll take me home
My name long forgotten upon this wind
My bones a part of this earth
Was this a choice of mine or punishment?
Or kindness I've yet to know?
A voice I used to house, now lost to me
Such words it must have spoke
Was this a choice of mine or punishment
Or kindness I've yet to know?
A morning dawns
Sun, oh, honey'd drop of love
Where have I been
That I should crave you so?
A morning dawns
Sun, oh, honey'd drop of love
Where have I been
That I should crave you so?
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Where Olive Trees Wither
08:34
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Standing still in a terminated path
This riverbed voice cracked and without fare
Asks no questions of reflections yet missing
From the waters run dry of my reason
And such emptiness grips my heart, longing
These hands ache of thistledown feathers
Once so soft, I felt it so dearly
Now bereft in my silence of all I may be
Where can I go?
When memory is shattered and cavernous?
To the cold
Where the light can't reach, I ascend
Far from reach, a distance of lifetimes
My needle to the north calls me beckons me
This empty chest, my alembic self
Transmutation calling, my imminence
Once these eyes saw forever in a clouded dawn
Now darkened I feel no such guidance
Draped in faith, caped in fear
This carrion body has strength in it yet
I promise me
I promise me
And so I go where olive trees wither
Where in the ground these sins are laid
Where dawn can't reach and the wind knows the answers
It can tell them to my bones as it settles and embraces me
My solitude cavalcade march
On lachrymal driftwood bones
Fare endless, obsidian will,
Amid fanfare corvidian rasp
Come clarity, grace me, I beg
What more can a sojourn demand
From eyes in endazzlement blind
To an empty heart filled with the dust in these veins?
In such fortitude, calm and collected
One step taken, a thousand miles
How vaunted my will, how vainglorious
This broken glass ground steadfast
It mirrors my tongue
I feel I cannot, I am incapable
Each day passing, a thousand years
How vaunted my will, how vainglorious
This gravel strewn heart so weak
Just one more step
Please
But where can I go?
When memory is shattered and cavernous?
To the cold
Where the light can't reach, I ascend
I heard a voice
Such words it spoke in golden tongue
This I know
But where it has led me has left me alone
And so I go where olive trees wither
Where in the ground these sins are laid
Where dawn can't reach and the wind knows the answers
It can tell them to my bones as it settles and embraces me
And so I go where olive trees wither
Where in the ground these sins are laid
Where dawn can't reach and the wind knows the answers
It can tell them to my bones
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Infinite Gloaming
08:19
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Endless fields give way
To the cascades above
The ravens now quiet in the distance
Yet a small grace
Questions on my tongue
Echo in the empty vales
Far below where warmth cannot reach me
Here standing at the edge
Here standing at the edge
I'm crawling
Toward infinite gloaming
Horizon high
Towers call me
Is that my name?
Where golden waves become grey
As below above
Patience now, as blankets set upon
To deaden my bones
Come the end I know I'll
Sway to nothing
Life for all its anguish is mine
Here standing at the edge
Here standing at the edge
I'm crawling
Toward infinite gloaming
Horizon high
Towers call me
Here standing at the edge
I'm crawling
Toward infinite gloaming
Horizon high
Towers call me
Here standing at the edge
Oh, what life I must have led
Mistakes I must have made
To reach the point of infinite
To see forever
Surely kindness this must be
To stand where dawn can't reach
Just one more step from the path
Come clouds take me, I'm ready
I'm falling
Toward infinite morning
Horizon, my gift of dawning
Come take me from the edge
I'm falling
From infinite mourning
Horizon, my gift of dawning
Come take me from the edge
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4. |
Fires that Bare
07:33
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Sojourner resting in your lies
Convinced yourself your heart is pure
But tell us of the dead
The execrated
Strip your truth to the bone
Expose the rot beneath the pious mantle
The hidden disease consuming
So fibrous all these paths
Unbreaking yet for teeth that rend
And claws that catch
That hook beneath the surface
Exposition matching wits with the self
A fetal wish for what could be
Yet the truth of self can never be betrayed
"What could become of such a being?"
Words once asked of a god
Abandoned everything to
Seek an answer
Was that horizon what you sought, Sojourner?
Did it fill that void
You carved in yourself
And filled with cruelty?
Were you the faithful?
Were you the fearful?
Expectoration into the face of grace
A question never meant to be asked
"What was it worth?"
Unreckoned soul
Taster of flesh
Come taste your pain
O, Sojourner
What was it worth?
What was it worth?
Such memories stain
Grotesque, unseemly to be felt at all
Come vessel, lift your eyes horizon high
But, oh, my voice, still you betray
This cannot be
Pernicious accusations, baneful claims
Yet the truth it must be to be here at all
So let Lethe absolve
Absolution?
You beg of a heavenly grace
My words must mean something
The height of my prostration
Your path has led you to
Remorseless condemnation
Surely this must be
A final test of me
Oh dear Sojourner
What was it worth?
What was it worth?
Oh, Angel of dreams
Breathe this acrid air again
Speak my name again
Give me strength to find my way
My soul is still yet hollow
An empty naught but love can fill
Guide your light to blind these eyes
And lift my feet from flame
I dreamt of you so
I see you not, oh Angel
But oh, I feel your feathered wings
And with them fortitude
To lift me home, to lift me home
So lead me, path ahead
Beautiful and with such sincerity
I feel this love this light
This certainty in my first flight again
Such memories stain
My actions permanently etched in me
Come vessel, lift your eyes horizon high
Embrace this blinding day
Though it may be
This castigation is the fault of me
Yet these wings, they lift me from this misery
And these wings set me free
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5. |
Momentary Lambency
06:48
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A truth unendurable
Settles deep in me
A fortune upon my shadow
Missing me by miles
This mountain my home again
Ain Sof turned Ain
A temple I built upon faith
To reach Ain Sof Aur
This story forever told
Every known sojourn
To believe I could stand upon high
How the mighty fall
How vaunted my will, how vainglorious
To think I could be
So chosen to martyr myself
My cross to bear
The sun cannot shine so bright for me
That I have walked in darkness
Conscription of fate, was this meant for me?
Yet dashed to these stones, I'm coming home
The sun cannot shine so bright for me
That I have walked in darkness
Conscription of fate, was this meant for me?
Yet dashed to these stones, I'm coming home
What martyr can stand upon high for me
When choices are made in my stead?
Conscription be damned I command me
To rise from these stones, I’m coming home
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6. |
The Molten Blame
08:46
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And so my tree has blossomed
Withered, empty fruit that stains my lips
Seedless as my cause
A curse, a blight, a pox upon this earth
These eyes once saw forever
So forever they'll see again
So Martyr hear my promise
Your shame will be the blade in my teeth
Unreckoned soul
I have survived
Pathless, fateless, a destined grave
From shadowed eyes I am alive
Cloaked in ash for us to choke
What good is it to dream?
What good has love done for me?
With feathered wings, now leather
I once stood for what I believed
Now, Martyr, vivo ergo sum
No longer am I your carrion
The rancid oil of these fruits shall
Be the fuel that burns me through Eden
Unreckoned soul, am I?
I have survived
Pathless, fateless, a destined grave
From shadowed eyes I am alive
Cloaked in ash for us to choke
I have survived
On resin my corpse left behind
This, all I am, to dust in the wind
Can never replace what I have been
And so I stand, calamity personified in me
A faithless wretch after all
Martyr do you recognise me?
I felt, I feared, I loved, and all of it you stole from me
Now nameless, faceless, can I stand?
What hold have you o'er me?
I am alive
But what am I in this life
Exoneration beyond me
Punishment redefined me
I am what I am made
The sum of my parts ephemera
Once begat in love, now begat in rage
Martyr, what you made me
Just look at what I've done
I have survived
Pathless, fateless, a destined grave
From shadowed eyes I am alive
Cloaked in ash for us to choke
I have survived
On resin my corpse left behind
This, all I am, to dust in the wind
Can never replace what I've been
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Martyr look upon this face anew
No longer the same as I was
A thousandfold lifetimes of silence
A stone in my ear led me here once before
This desolate Eden immortal
And I've held the sun in my hands
Seen forever in the clouded dawn
But to what end, mince your words not with me
My prize to lose and treasure in its absence
How many lifetimes?
How many lifetimes must I give
Give for the sun to kiss my face?
To stand here once again
And once again you see me so
And wait for the bells to toll their melancholy hymns
So martyr, my carrion march leads us
Seamlessly to the same fate, it seems
A river bound only for an ocean
The salt in my veins waits for you
How long ago did we stand here once before?
I spoke in such hyperbole because I could believe
That love and life could bear and taste the same fruits
But here I am now, your guilt made manifest
How many lifetimes?
How many lifetimes must I give
Give for the sun to kiss my face?
To stand here once again
And once again you see me so
And wait for the bells to toll their melancholy hymns to silence
Sojourner, my dearest
Beloved eternal mistake
The gift you spurned was
Borne of love
That which you cannot see
Once upon your lips was the question
If this could be punishment
Or kindness you've yet to know
My dearest, you never will
Martyr the scarabs ate my heart
I profess to you the mountain ate my bones
And my heart, the carrion, they left it stone
Are these doors so closed?
Are these doors so closed?
Child, I once told you
Your hands need not be so
Encrusted they pointed me
As that which made them dirty
Forgiveness once was thy gift
I bestowed upon thy heart
Stone as it may have been
But now to forgive you, you must convince me
I need to believe in more than I can see
I need to believe
Believe in something more
More than I can see
Oh, child, my child, my dearest mistake
Hope still shines, a beacon inside your stone
Would that you could unfold your lillian petals
Revealing the love you bore
What mercy you ask, for what trials?
How many lifetimes? One thousand more
If you are my guilt made manifest
My child then I am the blade in your teeth
Do it, do it
Whatever needs to be done
Do it
Do it, do it
Whatever needs to be done
Do it
Lift me where suffering
Lift me where suffering cannot reach
Oh, my choler is the brume that chokes us
Such memories stain
Martyr these memories I wish not to know
I am hollow
Yet morning dawns
As always the morning dawns
With dreams of ash and stone on its wind
A distant past killing me
And here I lay
My body of flesh and blood
Return to my slumber
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MiseryFields High Point, North Carolina
MiseryFields is the solo project from multi-instrumentalist Kraest, dedicated to creating beautiful and heavy melodic death metal music intermixed with shoegaze influence. He is inspired by bands such as Kardashev, Gaerea, and Slice the Cake.
MiseryFields recommends:
Kardashev has been a huge influence on me for a few years now, and not only is the music phenomenal, the guys in the band are also amazing people!
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