The Swan Lyrics

Shattered images populate a lucid dreamscape:
A young soldier holding his life in his hands,
a dying girl, beautiful and broken,
a carbon copy crumbling
in the unforgiving desert winds.

This fading vision, sterile and brittle, becomes me.
This broken life, bleeding through his cracked hands,
She is me.

The painted sky shone in fluorescents;
a dream, upon waking lifting the stain it obscured.
A thousand miles away, a thousand years gone,
countless lives balance on the edge of my consciousness.
What I know, what lies shrouded
will illumine shadows so emblackened,
the taint will spill forth like a tidal wave.

The soldier remembers me,
let's see if he'll remember what I do.
Infinite lifetimes, flowing into each other,
I'm filled to satiation,
I'm overflowing will,
it hurts,
I can't contain everything,
it hurts,
I need him to bear this burden with me.
It hurts.

The ancient sect made promises
I'm afraid even they cannot keep
My knowledge, their wisdom,
We are its last threat
The blade to sever the thread
holding Damocles at bay
one misstep and it all comes down
I feel time slipping away
the soldier will protect me
but what will protect him
when the hammer falls?

Come forth from the abyss
King from the sunken wool
I beckon thee, upon my crown
lay your blessing, thy be known
in this world evermore

I seek knowledge only you can give
answer me now, or twist in nethers
I hold the fetters that bind you here
Lucifer, be my guide, help me end this pain,
Come Hell.

And they will know the name of The King
Within his flesh and blood
their judgement is sown

Oh Lord on this most unholy day
we offer to you a sacrifice
body, mind and soul
will build the bridge
and they will know the name of The King

Awash with sin, the herd runs rampant.
Time crawls to an end, the end.
Memories weigh like lead,
the poor soldier bears them stiffly.
He will act as an animal, caged and fearful.
I will die.
Should he live, should his mind reach out
and embrace the truth he knows so bitterly,
he will join me soon.
Two little lives, lost in the shuffle.

A blast rings out
gunfire drowns the screams
they awake the demon
that bears the headsman's axe
they cannot know
the royal blood they spill
his will becomes them
feral dogs in search of blood
I can't stop now
I'm so close
I need more time
I can't die like this

I'll break the prophecy
I'll rape the progeny
I'll smite the non-believers
I'll wake the beast they think they know
I'll live on within it
I'll show them what I am
I'll sleep until fruition comes
I'll wait to rend their fucking flesh

With my last breath is my only wish:
that man may find another way,
for with my death there is no escape
anymore.