Ides of Winter - Forgotten Angels and the Devil's Scribe

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Ides of Winter > Minus Twenty°
Ides of Winter - Minus Twenty°
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Minus Twenty°
Ides of Winter
Type:
Full-length
Release date:
February 20th, 2016
Catalog ID:
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Label:
Independent
Format:
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1. Perfect Arctic Stars 06:37 Hide lyrics
Sworn winds bring the reign of sheep and complacent souls
Hidden among frozen leaves that earned their peace
And the stars in the ice glance across the sea
For the wolf may yet protect its young's starving, desperate calls

North walls and crevassed peaks once stood acclaimed
Now dulled and in retreat from the tundras fractured crown

Perfect arctic stars. Failing. Perfect arctic stars, un-shinning

Mist veils the moon. Dark clouds disguised. She cries.
Her calls go unheard. Perfect stars stnad aside, again, she cries

Shallow visages haunt the mounting toll on a landscape grown pale and yellow.
Forget, lessons learned.
Repeat the cycle, fall the chosen trees, eliminate a faint heart-beat.
The death rattle on our hands,

Respond or re-god. Frozen waste.
Respond or re-god, Its your fate.

Perfect arctic stars. Failing, Perfect arctic stars un-shining.
2. Post Maternal Succession 05:24 Hide lyrics
Called into the trail of rain.
Where she saw the red drops start to melt away.
She knew it came, knew what it claimed.
The virgin taste in the air turned wrong.
What it stole she'll ever chase after.
Her beauty lit by the coming storm.

But she casts an ugly shadow.

Two girls can play, but three was okay.
Or so it would seem, but her youth was last seen
Where the cross marks the wolven lair.
Hand in hand they'd whisper things
but seldom said their prayers.

Solace life, torn from her sleeve
And, a new relief en-cloaked in a redden dream.

By lunar phase I claw through timber and dirt.
But she casts and ugly shadow.
To confront the one and end this curse.
But she casts...

A shadow wrought with stifled screams,
Revenge a blade stilled at it peaks.

"You sough me, here I stand.
Clad in guilt for who I am"
"My former life has dawned, the young and sweet have grown and gone.
Tell me wolven-she, does she rest now between your teeth?"
"Its true, but know its the laws of nature that still govern me."

In time more girls will play
and tiny crosses will mark their place.
For it lies sedate in her wolven lair.
Hand in hand she watches them,
they didn't say their prayers.

Solace life, torn from her sleeve.
And, a new relief en-cloaked in a redden dream.
3. Shiver 04:31 Hide lyrics
Not alive, yet not sorted. She wanders in between.
Two worlds not connected, but somehow interweaved.

Head down and ignored. The tedium remains the same.
The graying sights have left her bored, a busy world's a lonely place.

As it happens....
A sweet distraction claims her affection from beyond the buried fade.

Her kind, to the other side, can't be seen, touched or heard.
She steps across from for what loves worth and in the light-she shivers.

Now contrast of realms, locked in her shell.
A beautiful blond lost in bright colored pills.
More recently comes constant unease.
Int never shuts off and it keeps her from sleep.

Head down, she ignores an erotic shadow pleads her name.
This can't be real, these thoughts are forged, she tries to drink it all away.

Trough out the day....
She steps aside from shaded lines and interacts with very few.

'Cause at night, the dreams despised, in emptiness a fervant chill.
The unseen guest lay beside her and wide awake - she shivers.
4. Compound Missfortune 04:13 Hide lyrics
Ignored the shadow grows.
Her subtle hands seem more familiar.
Impatience upon bit lips.
Shrugging the last of frail restraint,
In the silence, a recoiled inhale...
Then her screams re-break my heart.

The crows are too close to breathe.
Among visions that don't speak at all.
A whimper from the majestic queen,
As I lay with Lady December.

The crows are too close to breathe.
Among visions that don't speak at all.
A whimper from the majestic queen.
There I lay...

Some have pulled the distance of stars.
Some don't recall the pleasures that will remain ingrained.
Still others wander through zodiac winters. The receding of faith.
Where the cold MissFortune was found in her place.

It's a struggled path when the seasons change
and the devil herself waits at the door.
Blame won't change a thing.
With a gypsy sway, her curse unframed.
I'm lost in Autumn's wake.

Forged and caught
where guilt and list are not so far apart.
Across her crystal stars.
Elevens turned on every card.

The crows are too close to breathe.
5. Forgotten Angels and the Devil's Scribe 04:30 Hide lyrics
By candle light I commit to written word, not to warn or recruit,
Just a braggarts tale of one lose, and lived more than a king.

I should have know better, but my conscious sleeps.
Before is desert these walls, dust will claim my bones.

On an autumn eve a younger version of me stumbled through the void between.
A chanced upon a most horrid sight.
A keep built from feathered end, and there a woman grabbed my hand.
And gently lead me through the gates to hell.

Their funeral on stage, stacked up so heavenly,
A host of forgotten names.

Oh how their eyes glisten.
Their fertile walls do please...

One by one the lovely dead embraced. A vile fortress to mock gods name.
Frozen solid and embossed in sin.
Where women play and never age, their witchcraft flows through my veins,
The mortal fare, I so gladly paid,

Their funeral on stage, stacked up so heavenly
My pages fade. As light dims at the end of my days.
Darkness replaces all names.

A host of forgotten names.