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Vesper, The Evening Star

by Turrigenous

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    Cover Artwork by Mike Paar
    8-bit Art by Jess Lorincz

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1.
Dear Eva 03:26
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.
2.
Invocation 05:02
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.
3.
Azdaha 04:55
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Menacing wheels fused with gore From our fallen guard Blinding lights, bladed grill, Armored, every part Maker’s symbol been replaced By his rank – one star He still wore The desert battle garb From the days of absent gods, the battles in the East On his chest An eagle on a cross Given him by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
4.
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
5.
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.”
6.
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
7.
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
8.
The Apostate 03:56
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
9.
Day Zero 09:53
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.
10.
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
11.
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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