Lyrics

Prisoners 

Prisoners are gathered in the port at dawn; 

The sky is burnt up and filled with iron. 

Uniformed men in the divisions are awake, 

Guided by the thoughts of lines they’ll have to break. 

Put your ear to the ground and listen: 

Tap into the wire, but there’s no transmission. 

Above all, I will this One thing, 

And I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My shoulders aren’t broad enough, 

But I plan to take it. 

Above all I will this one thing, 

Empty streets from colder times, 

Years after the occupation ended, 

There’s still a curfew in their minds, 

No soldier left here, stationed to enforce it. 

Fixed upon the space where no one ever goes, 

You reach out for warmth among the shadows. 

Above all, I will this One thing, 

And I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My shoulders aren’t broad enough, 

But I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

Above all, I will this One thing, 

And I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My shoulders aren’t broad enough, 

But I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My thoughts in replication— 

Given time, who will embrace them? 

I am programmed for senescence; 

Lies have made me faceless. 

Pure in heart, but locked in time, 

And I can’t remember why 

I stood cold at the open door, 

Forced my hand through your armor, 

And I begged you to free me. 

For I’m troubled by my dreams; 

Other nights, they comfort me. 

Above all, I will this One thing, 

And I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My shoulders aren’t broad enough, 

But I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

Above all, I will this One thing, 

And I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

My shoulders aren’t broad enough, 

But I plan to take it. 

My life is not long enough; 

It’s so far past the limit. 

Terrors of the Night 

The beginning, the future, the light in the ashes— 

My still eyes, open, caught the light in their lashes. 

A chance to fall, I've taken it blindly; 

The passing moments will not be kind. 

I was in a stupor by day and blackened by time; 

The passing of months has not been kind. 

Caught in the grains between black and white, 

The essence of life, the essence of my life. 

Don't leave me waiting here, 

Don't leave me on my own. 

Don't leave me hanging, no. 

Don't leave me waiting here, 

Don't leave me on my own. 

Don't leave me hanging, waiting here. 

Don't leave me hanging here, 

Don't leave me on my own. 

Don't leave me hanging, waiting here. 

Don't leave me on my own, 

Don't leave me hanging. 

Waiting on the Terrors of night, 

Waiting on the Terrors of night, 

Waiting on the Terrors of night, 

Waiting on the Terrors of night. 

These motives we've made, and family ties; 

I’ll be the last one on earth, the last one to die. 

I'll cut off my right hand, and gouge out my eye; 

The coming years will not be kind. 

Don't leave me waiting here, 

Don't leave me on my own. 

Don't leave me hanging. 

Don't let them hang me. 

Don't leave me waiting here, 

Don't leave me on my own. 

Don't leave me hanging, waiting here. 

Don’t leave me hanging here, 

Don’t leave me on my own. 

Don’t leave me hanging. 

Waiting on the Terrors of night, 

Waiting on the Terrors of night, 

Waiting, 

Waiting on the Terrors of night. 

Memory Dissolves 

Woke to an orange street lamp, and the world wasn’t here; 

No silhouette of your figure to cancel my fear. 

Ever near, ever out, every shadow, every thing, 

I keep trying in memory to fill it all in. 

Your violent kiss, I will have to repay; 

You constantly give, now it’s time that you take. 

Live it up, going out, in young resolve, 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves. 

We swam far enough, then we had to get back, 

On the shores of the night world, 

Glass sands of black. 

Ever near, ever out, every shadow, every exit— 

Keep trying in memory to find what connects it. 

Your violent kiss, I will have to repay; 

You constantly give, now it’s time that you take. 

Live it up, going out, in young resolve, 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves. 

Interlocked, 

As a memory dissolves: 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(Dreams are not something you should fall into)

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(You swim to the surface, but you can’t break through) 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(Dreams are not something you should fall into) 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(You swim to the surface, but you can’t break through) 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(Dreams are not something you should fall into) 

You swim to the surface, but you can’t break through; 

Walk with me as a memory dissolves, 

(Dreams are not something you should fall into)

Carrauntoohil I 

(Instrumental) 

Blue Fox 

There was a crescent moon last night, 

And it shone through the dark clouds with fire. 

And when I was young, I used to dream of those Arabian Nights, 

And I still do; 

Yes, I still do. 

I saw a Blue Fox walk by— 

So many things that I see 

In the Moonlight 

When you're asleep, when you’re asleep, when the whole world is sleeping. 

Three Women

Filigree was pulled from my eyes; 

I awoke to the soft voice of a woman, 

Whose hair shone red as dusk 

and laid on her shoulders, 

as the roots of an oak, 

at the edge of a stream. 

Into the Rhineland, through the border by train, 

Seven hours she had me— 

her hand, in my fate. 

Then, when she left me, 

and the languages changed, 

I understood the guards’ voices on my way home 

To the second tongue land 

that felt like my own. 

Weighted in history, 

Fall nights in mystery, 

Carry on. 

Weighted in history, 

Fall nights in mystery, 

Carry on. 

Palest of roses, in a palace of fog, 

On the crags of the coast, on the cliffs near the bog. 

There, in your youth, fixed in my mind; 

forever beside me, within me. 

Weighted in history, 

Fall nights in mystery, 

Carry on. 

Weighted in history, 

Fall nights in mystery, 

Carry on. 

Weighted in history, 

Fall nights in mystery, 

Carry on; 

Carry on. 

Howling Man 

Lost for the first time, 

In the sad meetings of our world; 

I met my enemy in a dream. 

He posed as a loved one, who had passed on, 

but I could see within the form he took— 

the rot and the death when no one else could. 

I said to my family in that dream: 

Why won't you let him go? Why won't you let him die? 

And then, the thing, 

Within the stitched body spoke to me, and assured me 

he had come back, and everything would be put right. 

I could smell the sulfur and the death, 

emanating from him 

when no one else could see: 

I have never felt a hate so strong, 

I have never felt a hate so strong. 

A face in the crowd, 

(a face that looks like your own) 

A voice in your mind, 

(and in the footsteps behind) 

A cold hand on your shoulder; 

A face in the crowd, 

(a face that looks like your own)

A voice in your mind, 

(and in the footsteps behind)

A cold hand on your shoulder; 

A face in the crowd. 

The mind wanders endlessly, 

as does the human heart; 

Like an unclean spirit goes through arid places, 

Seeking rest but never finds it, 

I hollowed out my insides, and changed my form, 

and I stared into the mirror 

Far too long. 

Most of our suffering, we’ve brought upon ourselves; 

But, as a gift, you may see 

A vision—of Hell. 

A face in the crowd, 

(a face that looks like your own) 

A voice in your mind, 

(and in the footsteps behind)

A cold hand on your shoulder; 

A face in the crowd, 

(a face that looks like your own) 

A voice in your mind, 

(and in the footsteps behind) 

A cold hand on your shoulder; 

A face in the crowd, 

(a face that looks like your own)

A voice in your mind, 

(and in the footsteps behind) 

A cold hand on your shoulder; 

A face in the crowd 

(a face) 

(a voice) 

Desolate Illinois 

Take a breath, 

Walk alone for miles. 

Drive until the road leads you to the sea. 

Hours run through your lifeline, something rugged and fair; 

You see the end, it’s coming, in a short while you’ll be there. 

Return through the midlands, 

You find the crops are gone; 

Winter came in, and stole them again. 

If only there were hills to comfort these lonesome fields; 

Skeleton trees are the only friends of these flat dead lands. 

In the fade of the evening, 

The fields look gray as ashes. 

A golden stalk cannot be found; 

The sun is falling down. 

Split the day from the night 

with the dwindling of Red Light. 

The Lady comforts me as I mull over my time; 

In the times of the saints, in the casting of Red rays, 

Every night I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways. 

Split the day from the night, 

with the dwindling of Red Light. 

The Lady comforts me as I mull over my time; 

In the times of the saints, for the casting of Red rays, 

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways. 

Every night, I fall in love; every night, I fall in love. 

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways. 

Every night, I fall in love; every night, I fall in love. 

Every night, I fall in love with the Wind and Her Ways. 

Stone 

Hear me, 

Heal me. 

How can I not cry, when the stones cry out for you? 

Hear me, 

Heal me. 

Centurions razed the city— 

Not a stone was left upon another, 

Not a stone was left upon another. 

And, you wept bitterly, as I weep with you now. 

Carrountoohil II

There lies an island, in the middle of Greers Ferry Lake, 

Where the tremors of existence 

are only footsteps in the distance. 

The waters here are kind; 

I didn’t know you well, 

But here we shared our time. 

The friend between us, 

He’s a quiet man; 

He lives away from family in the North, 

the same as you, 

the same as you. 

Is there no way out? 

Is the sun burned out? 

Is there no way out? 

Is there no place for you, 

My friend? 

Systems within systems of faces— 

Was the earth alien to you? 

The city was not your home, 

but you moved Northeast alone. 

Determined not to leave, 

but you left on New Year’s Eve. 

tIs there no way out? 

Is the sun burned out? 

Is there no way out? 

Is there no place for you, 

My friend? 

Is there no way out? 

Is the sun burned out? 

Is there no way out? 

Is there no place for you, 

My friend? 

My friend.