1. |
Perish The Flame
07:07
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A fire lit upon an altar
Of hopes and pleading.
Get me gone from here;
A prison entombs me.
Voiceless, I rot.
The fire is sacred.
An obligation
To keep alight,
But he sends wind
To snuff it
And flood to quench
The life out.
Dare not to feed the fire.
The altar is its end.
No need to seek its safety.
The creatures are
Already here.
The hopes that
You have offered
Have been consumed
And burnt.
The dreams that may
Remain will be
Beaten out in time.
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2. |
White Chalk
04:18
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White chalk hills are all I’ve known
White chalk hills will rot my bones
White chalk sticking to my shoes
White chalk playing as a child with you
White chalk south against time
White chalk cutting down the sea at Lyme
I walk the valleys by the Cerne
on a path cut fifteen hundred years ago
and I know these chalk hills will rot my bones
Dorset’s cliffs meet at the sea
where I walked, our unborn child in me
White chalk, gorse-scattered land
scratch my palms – there’s blood on my hands
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3. |
Tears Unnumbered
08:01
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Mother! Mother! Tell me again
Of the grand things destined.
Shall I be the greatest in the land?
Valar! Valar! I will go east
To slay our dark foe without you,
No need. I will succeed.
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,
And we will shut you out,
And not even the echo,
Not even the echo
Of your cry we shall hear.
And through the scrapes
And the folly, here
I let myself be praised.
And where but to Hell's
Gates has led me
Ahead of my host.
I'll do it myself.
Here at your doors I call!
I'll fight you alone here.
Here I stand! No friends,
No help at all. At the end
At least I tried.
Tears unnumbered ye shall shed,
And we will shut you out,
And not even the echo,
Not even the echo
Of your cry we shall hear.
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