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Status: Single
City: Ann Arbor
State: Michigan
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/14/2005
Sunday, February 01, 2009 

Current mood:  anxious
Category: Music
Augural Wraith

Be still brave martyr,
your hope will straighten.
I am wayward and running thin.
Lest I become estranged.
You're the wooden floor I walk upon.
Are you comfortable up there above the clouds?
My doors are all closed and I would love to listen.
Will peace ever come? I can't imagine it.
And will it's arrival lose meaning for some?
Let us make complete, ourselves.

Seminal Paws

You need not conceal your noble heart.
Time must address those wounds.
Little spirit, bring back those wings.
It is true, we all need something to believe in.
Well I believe in your return.
You are unborn and will exist without beginning.
So that in the end,
you will return to your womb in which we started.
Exhaled from the lungs of Atma.
Lift your veil and breathe.

Failed Panegyrics

We decorate our limbs with these modest garments,
In hopes of becoming eternal.
Do not grieve for the young faun.
Oh hark! This ancient threnody.
Death is certain for the one who is born.
Back into mourning,
Give yourself into the wind and cast away the remains.
This sorrow will fade as does the night.
Do not listen to this professed saint.
He is not our savior.
Sound the horns, a declaration of hope.
We only truly have the ones we love.
Oh hark! This ancient threnody.
Death is certain for the one who is born.

Warm Refines

The chimes they are calling for us again.
As the faint kept stirring, restless echoing,
I can't stop them.
When the memories of your last words are fleeting,
Appears the descendents crown with traditions teaching.
Showing a husband's grave, bound and teething.
The leaders are fleeing, left to rake ruined bodies.
Struggling with trembling hands,
A warm whisper consoling,
There must be something better than this.
We deserve better.
But I am glad I don't know, maybe death is better?
Calling for the Chariot to whisk us away again.

Parting Marrows

Goodbye my brother, we will miss you.
Please come home soon.
And please just hold on,
So that these memories don't fade away.


ruzan orkestar

 
This EP was one of my favorite releases of 2008
 
Posted by ruzan orkestar on Sunday, February 01, 2009 - 10:31 PM
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