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Callisto - Noir lyrics



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01. Wormwood

Until you know grief
You have not seen
The depths that we have been in
No comparison
To the depths that will reveal

You will hear nothing
That shouldn't be passed on
You will have a taste
Of bitterness on your tongue
Only to return to it
By the sweet odour

Remorse and it is undone

I put myself on the stand
And have reached a verdict

02. Latterday Saints

Seen the last dim of mortal light
Seen the first immortal sight

Heart rising, mind returning
Count the cost in sacred blood

Turning the gaze, gaze forward
The home, the nest - it is not here

03. The Fugitive

The trees are grey here
The soil is damp and cold
His senses are filled with drought
After his flee from the temple
Rites made him shiver from fear
Now waiting for someone
To proclaim salvation
His price has been paid

04. Backwoods

Their throats are an open grave
They hold secrets supposedly safe
And they will pass them on to their descendants

Adverse effect
How is your monarchy assembled?
Measure the gifts that have been given to you
Either you choke or cherish him.

Ddmonition - this time the prodigal son
Might not be coming home

05. A Close Encounter

A way with words
In translation
Semantics is lost
An orthodox beckon to
Which the stones will not listen

Summon up fire and brimstone
While you paint devils on walls

These stones will not listen

Step forth missionary
Apologetics cry for a visionary

06. Pathos

Inclined - and there is light to see
For those unwilling darkness will suffice

Those who choose to believe - blessed be
Those who stand aside - reason satisfies

Virtue and vice
Black and white
Colours subside in the pale and night

The path set out before me
May no one hold in contempt for it

07. Folkslave

Not in his own
Refuse to believe in his own strength
Concern
Hardly responsibility
Responsibility hardly concerns a slave

So we shall call upon the host
To be a part of the group

The master enslaves
The master dictates the way

Harvests
A dead harvest
Only obedient

The folkslave

08. Woven Hands

Awoke from the slumber
The lapse of time
I have got nothing to show for it
Entertained but not enlightened

Recalling today
For a trace of tomorrow
Being one without a lifespan
New thoughts must follow

The daylight draws to me
And the surroundings are not what they used to be
Lights fill up space
In a solitary place

Walls consumed
All the knowledge harvested along the way
Watching the others
This stagnant state gall the hardened heart

A pace towards an early grey
Is there life before death?

Planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun
If there is life before death, I live it through you