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No Celestial Hope
05:19
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Exalted Mystics
05:51
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There lies a pillar built with an uneven hand. A waymarker for a twisted land. Faded paint stains every gathered stone. Well-worn uniform of the lost and unknown. There is a trophy beyond the walls of this world. You’ve gotta dig until your shovel blade is curled. Soar wings above it. Sail ships around it. Steer hearts toward it. Seek out exalted mystics. There will dwell no delight inside me idle as a painted arc on a painted sea. There will pass great power from me exhausted inside this constant journey. Forge me a flat black obelisk. I’m owed no tomb of the rich. Drag that slab through the center of this sleepy town and carve up every memory of me to be found. There are no ordinary mortals… (-C.S. Lewis).
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The Sound A Sword Adores
04:34
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Behold a land where mountains fall asunder. Beyond there lies a man who hunts with thunder. And we will ride to where horse shouldn’t wander. Fountains inside they spray. Beside, once more, we drift with cursed vapor. Our thirst a gift to every axe and rapier. Begot of not a single gentle notion. We bed we rise within a savage ocean. We long to hear the sound a sword adores like screams of fear and slamming crawl space doors. Flowers, like glass, will surely shatter under hooves as we pass to pierce and plunder. Behold a land where mountains fall. Beyond there lies a heart once full.
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Between The Testaments
07:23
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I’m a Cornwall rose in a routine pose. I’ve got my hand inside the brick and my eye upon the street below two sturdy feet. There’s a sacred scroll buried in a hole. You will only see what I choose to show. I’m a Cornwall rose and I’m in the throes. Between the testaments there was a time we lived without a god. Our life you would applaud. There’s a sacred scroll buried in a hole. You will only see witnesses untold. On a secret street fell the last high priest. He whispered so softly, “Our deity dies with me. So love what you can and love it while you can. Every tower built in stone will fade into the unknown.” They mourned upon that holy wall. Now I preach the words of that fallen priest. We built an arch and high did it rise. We found ritual in the ornate. Rewrote principles, drowned gardens and broke gates. The tide rose too high in the harbor of my heart. So love what you can and love it while you can. Every tower built in stone will fade into the unknown. The stars did shine upon the night of our exile. We rode the royal mile. Mint me on a coin so you can carry me. I’ll serve you time again long after they bury me. Between the testaments there was this perfect hour. We lived without a god and our arch broke every tower.
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DRYLAND Bellingham, Washington
Dryland is a band that writes heart pounding heavy metal riffs alongside lyrics that immerse the listener in an epic, fantastic world.
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