Choke all heavens, our path is clear
We've blinded our sentience
And in that: protection
A fledgling species; un-
yielding, un-wavering, and all
our ears ring and they ring:
We are sorry.

She is a beacon, we are drawn.
As she sputters and dies, our star winks out.
She is a beacon, we are drawn.
There has to be solace somewhere.

Guide: Lost.

And so it goes
We're left alone, we've what we've done
Killed our reflection, and an eternity of cold
Breathes in all directions "this is your solace"

She is our beacon, we are drawn.
Our guide is the shadow of cold and dawn.
She is our beacon, we are drawn.
Our guide never left us, our guide is a reflection.

And therein: beauty
fore all of pain and all of growth
fore all of cold and of endless unyielding
are found in this loss

"One thousand epics of cold
One thousand epics of crushing
For what never was
And what forever will be"


from Split LP with Soothsayer, released June 1, 2016


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