On the edge of the past,

In the ruins of Utopia

Our age has come to pass,

And as the fire fills the world

Will the ashes bleed again

With the healing runes of pain?

In the birth of the nations

And the winter of Rome (holy Rome)

In the face of our Saviour

Do we seek ourselves alone?

Like the children of the Fall

In the brightest star of pride

Dying into life,

Faith like Hope it burns away,

Fate like time it turns to grey

The colours of your soul,

Faith like Hope it breathes again,

Fate like life it seeks the day,

The fire of the soul remains,

See the fall of the future

On the edge of the night,

In the ruins of Arcadia

Will our gods come to rise?

And as we touch the shores of time

Do we carve in sand or stone,

Silver into gold?

The gleaming sun, the greening earth

Well within the deserts of the North,

To seek the light deep in the dark,

Seize the wreath of splendour,

Catch the holy spark

I believe in mysteries

And I can see with clarity

The truth behind the veil

Beneath the lie,

I take only to receive,

I deceive where life redeems

Calling to the echo

Of the times,

Don't say to me

That all life's dreams are dying

And there's nothing to divine

In the sky,

Don't say to me

That all life's rage is blinding

And there's nothing left to lose

Should you choose today to die,

Bear me up into your light,

Take me into Paradise

Shining in the tempest of the world,

Burn for me the cross of love,

Seal for me the tears of blood,

Sing for me the way we used to cry,

If all's in the living,

If all's here today,

In our tomorrow lies yesterday,

It wakes again,

Like yesterday, it slays again,

Like yesterday, it fades away,

Like yesterday

Ocean, I am drawn to all you hide,

Raised on the earth

I look out to the sky

And wake to the call of the angels

In the silent blooming of life,

Seasons crown the arches of our time,

Stars read their signs

In the shade of our sun,

But I seek the soul

Of the evergreen redeeming,

I seek the pearl of the tides,

So sail with me on the twilight sea

And the sky will be burning

The light of our dreams,

Gold is the grave of the Argo,

Wakes the curse of time,

Gold is the grave of the Argo,

Breaks the curse of time,

As the sirens sing below

And your visions turn to stone,

Lay your sable sorcery on me,

Dark is the spell of the love

That you gave to me, O Medea

In the kindness and the cruelty

Of life, thorned with tears

In the omen of the ending,

Life, born to dream

On sails that raise us to the stars

Waves of white horses

Lest the walker fades from view

Taken by time's gallop

Across the bay by horse-like waves,

The image re-echoes in a way,

Imprinting flames of Memory,

Am I that walker

Fading from view

Taken by my own time,

Will the waves break though

And take me?

This strange sense of twilight life

Where infinity makes sense,

Where depths unseen are clear

And dreams resonate with clarity,

A recurring image

Reflects different meanings

Each time the waves crash down,

Am I that walker

Fading from view

Each time the waves crash down,

This charge of white horses,

A stampede from beyond

Breaks on the barriers before me

Nostalgia for the Future

I turn away from fickle life,

Make a stillness of this strife,

That fallow fields may bloom again,

Though we're reaching into space

We are fallen far from grace,

A mirror of the morning star,

All that's noble has been cursed,

All that's golden has been burnt,

All that's regal sinks and bleeds away,

And in these temples of decline

I'll seek redemption in the fire

And in the gardens of decay

I'll sow the seeds of the healing way,

Forge an alchemy of time,

In the autumn leaves you gleam,

Shining on the edge of the rain,

(In the storm we seek the calm)

In the city of the night

Burns the memory of the light,

Between the worlds we're soaring high,

Will those fallen angels rise?

Will Medusa blind our eyes,

The passion for oblivion

When blindness fades and vision forms

A gallows wheel of shadowed life,

Through groaning wastes of Hell

We forge into the inferno,

Indulgence and austerity,

The Exiles of the lion's reign,

The fatal claws unfold

To crown the cloven darkness,

In the first fallow fields

And on the first Hallows Eve,

Through the first burning wreath,

The reaping of futility,

the reaping of fertility,

The breeding of nobility,

Ways to strength and beauty,

To the clearing run,

Through the harrows march,

In the arrowed wounds of savage dreams,

We pillage and we are pillaged,

The golden frame of prowess,

The cruel, intrepid feast,

In Hollow Earth's ancestral sea,

The fractures, the fragments,

The fracturing fragments

Of Eternity, of Eternity,

Bane and bliss divine

From white leaves to green leaves

Cut by the word-weaving scythe,

Finding the presence,

The shore-line of emptiness shines,

Ageing in season

The wine of the year's second sun,

Our altar of absence

In shades of immaculate exile,

And the flame of being

Burns through me

And softly you kindle the fury,

From loneliest longing

The scepters of solitude rise and fall,

And from bane-trees of wisdom

To dark cliffs of sorrow we fly,

Wading through waves

In the birthing and drowning

Of noontide,

The solstice of life

In the scorching of Midsummer Sunday

And the flame of being

Burns through me

And softly you kindle the fury,

How secret sighs the sea...

From cloud into clearing

The bright wings flicker and die, again,

Whirling and reeling,

The dancing of death into life,

Ageing in season

The wake of the year's second winter,

Our journey of life

Through the arc of immaculate exile,

With hawk eyes piercing

We tear through the veil of the sky

And in child eyes dreaming

Our secrets will burn

Through the grey sleep of night,

Wading through waves

In the birthing and drowning of moontide,

The solstice of life

In the waning of Midsummer Sunday

But for a glimpse of triumph,

A view of clear waters,

Not of the muddy depths,

The sewers of life's sanctity,

Break forever, the solace in its silence,

A falling in its way,

A brief glimpse,

Before it fades away,

A reflection of morning brightness,

Beauty to burn

In this tranquil sanctuary,

Virbius, still the fair young hunter,

Offers a deathly touch,

His equine mirror

Drags him to the waves,

Unspoken devotion to divinity,

Love is the last forsaken phrase

To blood we're born,

To fill the crown of destiny

We breathe,

The golden horn of offering,

Silver sickled shadows,

The hunting moon

Calls on us to shine

In the barren steps of life's last rites,

Embers wreath the Western shore,

Feel that last sinking sigh,

Banished dreams still bear this sky,

Lightning falls from Heaven

Flaming through the doors

Of Eden's light,

Black thunder stone,

Heroes falling,

Brazen in the martyring of life,

Black thunder stone,

In the shadows of our loss

Lie the scattered seeds of glory,

In the echo of our past,

The dissolving tide of Memory,

In the crooked claws of life,

The hidden hand decrees,

In blackest fields,

Scorched into the valley of the night,

The cursing of our purity,

In darkest skies,

Rising to the vision of the dawn,

Lead into the Evergreen,

Angels cloud the Western shore,

Feel that last sinking sigh,

Banished dreams still bear this sky

Deep is the vision

Born of the moment,

Ladders falling to the sky,

Taste the poison

Of life's dark secret,

A gift from the heart

That gives itself,

Fate, galloping into the world,

To rein or to return,

An offering to burn,

A faith of ashes, a legacy of time,

A solemn truth to drown

In serpent's wine,

Omen dawning,

Coiling and unravelling,

Alpha and Omega dissolving,

All-hallow's gone, both here and beyond,

The lanterns of darkness are descending,

Fate, galloping into the world...

Deep is the vision

Born of the moment,

Ladders falling through the sky,

Taste the poison

Of life's dark secret,

A gift from the heart

That heals itself

As Siegfried sinks in the ashen storm

Of Odin's screaming Muse of Death,

And Rhinegold bleeds like molten lead

In the grey descent of Orpheus,

To reap the womb and sow the grave

Of Europe's tragic Nemesis,

To reap the ruins and sow the graves

Of Europe's blackened Holiness,

To reap the womb and sow the grain

Of Europe's Holy Name,

Beneath the soil of the nations

In the tepid sea of global time,

I recall the sundered lands

The Arctic throne of love and pride,

To reap the wounds

And sow the graves

Of Europe's tragic Nemesis...

A white rose crowned

With runic thorns

For the murdered sons of God,

The white sun crowned

With golden thorns

For the martyred Sons of God

Mother Earth, womb and grave of time,

Before we die, do we learn to fly?

Beneath the stars and the teeming world

In shades of light and dark,

Flaming into being,

Bloom on the horizons of the soul,

Horizons of the soul,

Don't fade away (fade into the day),

Don't fade away,

Life is a field of Emptiness

As you turn to face the winds of change

Crying in the cradle of ashes

That you burn to the sky,

Waves of sin and history

Sink into the sadness deep,

Life is a field of Emptiness,

Turn, and learn, to face the day,

Mother Night, tomb of the afterlight

Into your heart we fall from life,

Beneath the stars and the dreaming world

In waves of light and dark,

Loneliness the key,

Seek the way to find the gift denied,

To find the gift denied