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Movement I

Origins

Born of light,

From the womb arise.

In the still of night,

Your light casts shadow.

In a world so cold,

Life does unfold.

Awaken to your throne,

Burnt, broken, torn.

Destiny,

yours to breathe.

But we beckon to,

the solitude of the blind.

Feel the sun,

warms our blood,

And helps us Rise!

{a mother to her child, featuring Brighad Wagner on vocals}

We sat upon the ocean green and peered into an apex.

A center line is clear to see, but there is a tax.

We give it all, we give it life, but in despair we do see.

The eyes that cry at night (my child) are made by hands that bleed.

Ghost of our births, we give to this earth-

An eternal sacrifice-

Lift your head,

& Dry your eyes,

That pain you feel,

unsure what is real.

Altars rot,

far from home.

War and hate,

forsake your breath,

a system deranged.

All the pain,

turned to rage,

We burn.

We give it all,

we give it life,

but in despair,

we do see-

Death’s light.

Welcome to the apocalypse of time.