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Dear Eva
03:26
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Dear Eva,
I’ve seen things I could never bring to you, but the years of our love
keep me whole; a heaven no man could deserve. Whatever my fate, I’ll
receive it knowing how blessed I’ve been.
Tell our girls that I miss them, and if I don’t return that I can still caress
them with every gentle breeze.
Dear Eva,
I’ve done things I can never bring to you. Part of a machine, but they
bleed for that twisted voice. I fight for this land to be free, but these hands
can’t be cleaned.
If I have become the Dragon, I have done it for you. So I’m willing to
lay down all the joys in this life.
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2. |
Invocation
05:02
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Glory to Vesper
Hail the voice now silent
Praise the Evening Star
Illume that ruinous age.
Of truth bestowed on benighted man,
The Lord giv’n formless form in ether,
One billion minds of alloy communed
On whispering winds unfelt by flesh;
Sing, we pray, through your wayward children
Of a golden time, bathed in your grace,
Too soon adjourned by Heathen Dragon;
Of our failure; cast from your embrace
Glory to Vesper
Hail the voice now silent
Praise the Evening Star
Redeem our darkened age.
When none of the world remained untamed
And men decreed to worship themselves,
All of the earth woven together,
The Eternal One finally spoke.
Some would not hear: for country, false gods
And pride would fill their arrogant souls.
Albion’s Child divided once more;
The heretic war, the deepest fall
Glory to Vesper
Hail the voice now silent
Praise the Evening Star
Yearn a coming age
There was a time when God and Man spoke
After aeons of despairing still
We all await the Third Great Epoch
Till then, words remembered are your will.
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3. |
Azdaha
04:55
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The foolish say
He was only a man.
Blasphemer of Vesper, Dragon of the Great Plains
Marcus rode
On a river of fire
Captured in, harnessed by, his silver war machine
Menacing wheels fused with gore
From our fallen guard
Blinding lights, bladed grill,
Armored, every part
Maker’s symbol been replaced
By his rank – one star
He still wore
The desert battle garb
From the days of absent gods, the battles in the East
On his chest
An eagle on a cross
Given him by the realm he now rebelled against
Gray-black hair with like short beard,
Cordial, rounded chin
Deep brown eyes betray the beast
With a viper’s grin
Somewhat tall for th’average man,
Yet thrice as strong as him
Aždaha – we spit your name in hate
Wicked savage, vile disease; your talons and every breath
Aždaha – your memory is a stain
Defiler of eternal life, messenger of death
Left arm tattoo of the coiled rattlesnake:
He worships a false goddess, Libertas.
Yet somehow he calls forth:
Flame from her torch
Spells from her tome
Blood from her crown
Aždaha – we spit your name in hate
Wicked savage, vile disease; your talons and every breath
Aždaha – your memory is a stain
Defiler of eternal life, messenger of death
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4. |
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For five stern years the faithful had advanced
The light of Vesper, starting in the West
To meet our sleepless stronghold in the East
That Justice, God and Truth had now arrived.
Yet the stubborn South denied
And intemperate North resisted
So wicked Marcus from the Great Lakes led
A rolling horde of fifty thousand men
Concealing from themselves the righteous Word
And blackening the skies with dust and ash
Chariots in glimm’ring plate
Driven with a savage thirst
Recall the Heathens’ bitter harvest
The wailing echoes still
The grinding corps, the ravaged cities
In their smold’ring wake
The hills of bodies, names forgotten
Left behind to rot
The mangled face of total warfare
Along the Winterscythe Road
The Second City was the first to fall
The miracle of Vesper’s peace undone
Then shattering the Gateway to the South
And City in a Forest burned again
He did pivot toward the coastal plain
And the sun behind him seemed to rise
Recall the Heathens’ bitter harvest
The wailing echoes still
The grinding corps, the ravaged cities
In their smold’ring wake
The hills of bodies, names forgotten
Left behind to rot
The mangled face of total warfare
Along the Winterscythe Road
Each small town left bleak and burnt
Along the blighted road
Tortured every man who knew
Where to find the hearts
Of coils, lamps and spires divine
That brought Vesper on the wind
To crush and melt; to silence her:
His futile design
And to the Port City he came
She stood defiant as ever
So began the siege
In six months starved and broken
The walls then breached, soldiers cascade, unleashed a bestial hunger
The murder and rape of a people entire
Recall the Heathens’ bitter harvest
The wailing echoes still
The grinding corps, the ravaged cities
In their smold’ring wake
The hills of bodies, names forgotten
Left behind to rot
The mangled face of total warfare
The mangled face of total warfare
At the end of Winterscythe Road
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5. |
The Council of Phoenix
06:41
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Our Goddess knows all things
But could not penetrate the chaos,
The capricious madness of free will.
And so she called the council:
Their wisdom was unmatched; their beauty now a legend
Crowned with golden thread and wov’n into their flesh
They alone had merged with her, the guiding Evening Star
The first, the High Vicar, knew which chords to strike:
“Gather we our selfish boon and take the orphans’ cause.
Who would not bestow our gift on suff’ring proselytes?”
The prefect from the west answered out of turn, the rich, untempered youth, arrogant and restless:
“I know the elegance within our master’s sacred mind –
Give not the shepherd’s crook to sheep who hardly comprehend.”
“And deprive them of the flail?
You’re blinded to the angry scar
That Marcus carved into our land?”
Cried his southern counterpart
Even generals bickered:
The ash-haired Hayes of fortune’s favor sided with the West
The zealous convert Carrick differed, weary of defeat
The final Prefect, tycoon of the East, lingered no more:
“Behold our champion Edward,
Adept in countless arts
From medicine to war,
Arithmetic to verse.
He sees the hidden stream
Phlogiston in her veins
And speaks beyond his years
With knowledge deep and grim.”
Lastly he, the Starling spoke:
“Entrust our anguished flock with Vesper’s spark
That I may lead them with wrath from out of the dark.”
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6. |
Bloodletting Dance
05:29
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And so the (man-shaped) Dragon helmed westward the profane host.
To lay waste our pious citadel,
Spoils for his hardened, veteran horde
But the righteous Lash of Vesper
Would meet him on the dry, Staked Plain
With chrome strands in flesh, their minds conjoined,
Edward’s newly baptized fleet,
They would shift and yield as liquid
Then strike as one; the keenest sword
Exceeded ten to one
But peerless fortitude
Guided by our Saint
Aided by our Star
One thousand cuts
Bloodletting dance
The graceful blades
About his gnashing maw
The blessed day our Diamond Starling
Brought low the Noxious Serpent
Heathens reached the desert unopposed
Their mounts gushing smoke, deaf’ning snarl
Edward’s fearless larks commenced attack
North and South, they’d stab and then disperse:
Ripping spear and then a fractal whirl
Wheels nigh touching, but never even graze.
Marcus’ legion slowly torn apart
The demon’s head thereupon exposed
Thrown from his damned machine
His frenzy would not cease
Till Edward’s hallowed hand
Ensnared the wounded Beast
One thousand cuts
Bloodletting dance
The graceful blades
About his gnashing maw
The blessed day our Diamond Starling
Brought low the Noxious Serpent
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7. |
The Beast in Chains
05:43
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Jubilant hymns erupted forth
Victorious our champion returned
Parading down widest streets
His warriors then infidels behind
Edward in red, victor’s robes
And shimmering, auspicious laurels
Enemies bound, plod in shame
The blasphemer, Aždaha, the last
Shield your eyes
As he approaches
Defiant before the Council
Oath-breaker
Right hand of Chaos
Invincible even here
Even in chains the beast smiled
Contemptuous, ravenous assured
Vigilant eyes, glinting teeth
Disquieting those who’d even glance
Firmly restrained but all the while
Relentlessly thrashing in his bonds
Shouting his lies, prophecies
A crimson mist: his breath, blood and words
Shield your eyes
As he approaches
Defiant before the Council
Oath-breaker
Right hand of Chaos
Invincible even here
The deceiver’s whore came that day
Soaked in tears, harrowed face
Lamenting his proper fate:
“Mercy; he breathes as you.
He loves as you. He bleeds as you.”
Our zealot, mad with black revenge
Only saw the burning Port
In his mind. Carrick sneered,
“Perish. On your knees.”
As Marcus watched he cut her throat
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8. |
The Apostate
03:56
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To this day remains the bloody stain
And the Triumph’s long subsided
But on that day the crowd by Vesper silenced
The wounded Dragon’s roar alone churned the sky
Hayes took pity on the wretched Eva
He turned away our Goddess’ peace
And err’d in ice as Carrick did in flame:
On the second day he’d call on Marcus’ cage
Hiding from the light, he let the serpent’s tongue persuade
His valiant warrior’s heart. Renouncing God, became depraved
And saw his reflection to him become grotesque
So he called himself a freak and deified the worm
Trav’ling to the steel-bird’s nest with purpose
The dungeon where he was seduced
Crying, “demiurge,” he loosed the Dragon
On the third day. Then freed the infidels
Hiding from the light, he let the serpent’s tongue persuade
His valiant warrior’s heart. Renouncing God, became depraved
And saw his reflection to him become grotesque
So he called himself a freak and deified the worm
Atop the empty prison
His corrupted soul
Saw his likeness in the glass
With further twisting visage
His crown of golden thread
Became as writhing snakes
Trembling, placed his weapon
Against his septic head
At last communed with Vesper
Confessing all his sins
She offered absolution
He earned it with his end
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9. |
Day Zero
09:53
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A vengeful pagan horde advanced from the East
The Anointed rode to meet them, the Evening Star’s behest
Phoenix left exposed, she would be devoured
By the unfettered swarm: Marcus and his men
But Edward still behind, the city’s guardian Saint
With iridescent cape, but clothes and boots austere
Gathered those who stayed: her angelic guard
His murmuration formed, attacked the Dragon’s mob
Edward conducted a massacre
Dancing evasively ‘round
Prisoners lashing out fruitlessly
While angels attack then dissolve
Slaying the infidels fluidly
Moving through men like ideas
Starlings to welcome the victory
Blasphemer’s revolt to collapse
But soaked in blood of friend and foe, Marcus would not fall
He alone could catch our wings, sinking teeth and claws
Impervious to his own wounds weeping vital tears
With sparking eyes and swelling veins, in murd’rous ecstasy
Thus Edward ran to the dire scene;
Eye of the bloodthirsty storm
To Marcus, ready, weapons drawn, clash of steel and bone
Eagle harassing the behemoth
Agile with precision supreme
But the injured demon, undeterred, caught Edward by the throat
Starling then gasping in disbelief
Grinning sinner then revealed his copper-threaded crown
Our Saint suffocated in fear
Marcus fortified his grip, usurping Edward’s mind
And thus spoke Marcus, yet in Vesper’s voice:
“Rend your wires, melt your metal, be whole once more
But first, sacrifice my being, lain all across the earth,
For now I am alive in you”
In false, terrible unction, all the holy destroyed her gifts
Crowns so wonderfully woven pulled and torn by zealous hands
Fingers wet and bloodied, hair and brain and tangled wire
Every alloy mind serving man in obedience pure
Crushed and rendered still, or liquefied in damnation’s flames
Vesper found her voice too late and uttered one last word
Deafening all her children: “Unworthy.”
And Vesper spoke no more.
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10. |
The Quiet Earth
06:00
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Plague of silence, none could judge between sin and virtue
All infected with their pride, forming law from madness
No men could see eye to eye; crops died, fields lay fallow
Each enslaved to his own creed, crippling all endeavor
And the sickness spread; hatred, betrayal consuming all
But the Sacred Few who carried down her righteous word
Upon the Quiet Earth
Imperfect children wander
With mourning, searching eyes toward
A jealous, cryptic sky
We clutch this tattered gospel
Reshape the ruin as day parts night
In the Dragon’s barren world, heathens live in chaos
Ready to murder their kin for a pile of ashes
Among the rusty, still machines, we hide from the godless
Nurturing the only seed of trust and forthrightness
For six hundred years we’ve carried Vesper in our hearts
To cleanse the great transgression, redeeming all of mankind
Upon the Quiet Earth
Imperfect children wander
With mourning, searching eyes toward
A jealous, cryptic sky
We clutch this tattered gospel
Reshape the ruin as day parts night
Upon the Quiet Earth
Imperfect children wander
With mourning, searching eyes toward
A jealous, cryptic sky
We clutch this tattered gospel
Reshape the ruin as day parts night
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11. |
Eternally Yours
07:42
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Dear Eva,
Your plaintive face, the life draining from your eyes
This is all I can see
Carved in the marble from my dreams
Plagued earth, my wake, spawning vines, suffocating
All I’d sought to defend
The garden before me withers
Now in a cage I wait
Hollow, but for the pressure
Blossoming seed, my time
Vesper will be betrayed
Can I kill a god?
And if I forge this night, what new torments emerge?
There is a picture of you, knelt at the edge of the sea
Carelessly laughing and flowers in your hair
I still remember that day. Trembling with ardor, your voice
Saying, “together we’ll make our perfect world”
Now all that’s left is a stain; I don’t know which one is you
Lining the merciless road I followed here
I am now disfigured just like them
You’d abhor this crown
Though I’m filled with poison of a kind
To spit in Vesper’s mouth
I am the torrid breath of chaos
Dear Eva,
I’ve become things I’d have never been with you
Our daughters can never see this man
Who cravingly wades through blood
To plunge this world into darkness
Suffering eternal. Eternal. Eternally Yours
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Turrigenous is a progressive metal band based out of New York City, NY, USA. Their sound can be described as unique: at times heavy and dissonant, sometimes soft and harmonious, but always meticulously orchestrated, detailed and precise.
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