Mrtzcmp3
  • Race Of Roses
  • City of Ghosts
  • Cleansed
  • Rational Thinking, Logical Future
  • Of Gallows
  • Time Unwinding
  • Equilibrium
  • Squander
  • As Written in Pnakotus
  • The Man With No Face
  • Intro
  • The Chasm
  • The Siren's Song
  • Blow Up Voodoo Doll
  • Introduction
  • Promethean
  • False Illumination
  • Nebulayer Cake
  • Fractal Exam Sequence
  • A Dance With Dragons
  • The Exile Part I - The Razor's Edge
  • The Exile Part II - The City of Destruction
  • Genghis Tron, Come Home, We Miss You!
  • Kow Otani's Castle In The Sky
  • 4th Dimensional Obversation
  • The Great Migration
  • Stone and Silver Part I - The Mountains of Man
  • Stone and Silver Part II - The Horned God
  • Stone and Silver Part III - The Man of Papyrus Limbs
  • Westward Bound Part I - The Lantern
  • Westward Bound Part II - The Pilgrim's Progress
  • Castle in the Sky Part II - Pieces of Ruins
  • Unending Waltz
  • Bonus
  • Ash and Rust Part I - From Shell to Shell
  • Ash and Rust Part II - The Dark Carnival
  • Ash and Rust Part III - The Torn Thread
  • Ash and Rust Part IV - Nameless, Faceless
  • Prologue
  • The Holy Mountain
  • Destiny's Fool
  • What The Hell Is This Crap? - Hidden Track
  • 4th Dimensional Observation
  • Odyssey to the Gallows
  • Stone and Silver i. The Mountains of Man
  • Bonus Track
  • Hidden Bonus Track
  • Hidden track (What The Hell Is This Crap?)
  • Stone and Silver i. The Mountains of Man (Single)
  • The Exile Part II - The City of Destruction (Single)

There is a hollowness: shape without form.
Hallowed and concentric circles splayed against a canvas
Deep red, veins in hand with epitomes and documents of what has ceased to be.
What was leased to me...?
A dying light in fragile arms?
An art amidst your victory march for me to chase; for me to run?
For me to torment you and I until we fall again;
Amidst a calm and cooling breeze,
amidst our spiritual dis-ease as our shadows stretch across the land?

This is the twilight of my very oeuvre, or so I fear.
I fear the end is near, as though time itself were befit by grace to crawl and to walk,
to seethe as fit with entropy.
But, surely this is but a heinous vision?
The order is so very apparent, still.

Order out of Chaos...

I feel as though I've fallen short.
The myriad of misanthropes I've slain and had reborn,
the rising tide of shedded skin that by my hands was wrought,
the countless names and faces of a destitute and witless being all discarded by the Way.

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