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The Eye

TypeAlbum (Studio full-length)
GenresDoom Metal
LabelsUnder a Serpent Sun Records
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Lyrics > S > Stone Ship Lyrics (5) > The Eye Lyrics (2)
Submitted by level 21 Eagles (2016-12-01)
1. The Ship of Stone (22:21)
[In lost spheres the trifold vortex brew
As one: favourable illusions
Tearing down as four angles
Delusions may escape once again

From a point a line
from a line a surface
From a surface the seas
Through the vortical cross the death is spread]

Open the gates
Diffuse the breach of being
Turn the seas
Down to the frozen womb

in the currents of abyssal hymns
as a thickness of dreams

The dark stream of cold water
Squeezed into echoes and shapes
Of circulating current beneath
All from the same river mouth

A crescentic boat is sailing
In the valleys of the deepest well
Carrying the rays of the Sun
The patterns of depth's slumbering arts

The Stone bell of doom
The Doom bell of stone
The coiling of the abyssal depth
The coiling of the abysmal depth

The coiling of the circles
From which the weird is woven
The dreamer's gate
Pulsing through

Following the shape of the black bird
Guided above the night fog
On the long path of the grave-fish
All the threads must be known

[Solo by V. Viskari]

Above coniferous castles
And the graves of the old
The vortex evolves further
As the ship of stone

An ellipse with a dragon-like face
Eyes see through the star ice cold

Coated by the equinoxial night
The wind salutes that sculpture
The carvings which tend the stars
Spiralling devotion

Highest octaves of the winged sun
Gather around the presence of the purple maid
As the shoreless night floods upon
Under of the turned seas
Coniferous shadows whistle no more

Serpentine motions, a presence so strong
Oh, the fine worlds behind revealed
Floating on the moulting fields
In the rhythm of a geometrical sway

Construction reflecting the structure of the universe
The womb and the grave
Navigated by the golden temple
In the sea the fire should be found

Ethereal vapours of strange light
Dissolving away time and space
Summoned by the crystal gate
Countless eyes from the unspeakable planes
Dissolving to the one...

The continents melting to liquid
Soaring up as mist
The limits of space immense
Are covered by stonen scales

In the light of stones in the ring of dimensions
Sounding the sea of endless space
By the secrets of the purple maid
Withdrawing within eternity
2. The Crooked Tree (23:43)
Above the dimness of woods I wonder
The boundaries of earth and sky
The silence of this ever-burning grave
Gazing the journey of the celestial bodies

And how those distant fires carved their signs
On the surface of the seas
Reflections of the weight of the stars around
Outlined against ambient serenity

Thus rose the windy tree from thin air
The revelation of the nightly shadow
To rise from the rock
To reach out towards the pole star

Hear the chants from behind the waters
When lines thicken drawn by the primeval light
The angles of the transcendent current
Woven by the depths of space

The orbits and chords of stars assemble thousandfold
As leaves around the abysmal stem
The vibrant forms gather as a multidimensonal vision
Ascending like the lily of the waters

Thus rose the windy tree from thin air
The revelation of the nightly shadow
To gather from the rock
Summoned by the eyes of the sky

Like language is the tone of that flowery fir
Its words as if spread by the wind
Dim bewitching tongue from it's branches
The pulse from beyond the stars

Thus introduced the tree itself in the northwind
Reciting it's name: the number of stars
The one who absorbs from the deepest well
From the depths of the unknown

[Solo by V. Viskari]

"Secrets of beingness,
The hope of men
Lies in the abyss
'i' is the way, throughout the eight"

To learn from the branches and leaves
He rose to the tree of shadows
Whose words are pronounced by the wind

Nights in the grasp of branches
Left foot spelling the fullness of space
The sentiments of the hanged
The centrifugal melody

Along the spear's shaft
I saw through the gates of death
On the heart blood-dyed steed
Swaying in the wind

Hanging as a corpse
I listened to the river's bed
Noted the great sea-serpent
From the signs on it's scales
I fathomed it's true length

The fermentation of the serpentine waters I hear
The sights of the branches and leaves
The principles of the phonetic foundation of space
The entity of Being

In the middle of the pitch-black sea
I settled down
Embraced the star abstractions
To coil through the knotholes

Steady, calm & tight
I fall into the night

”On that tree
No man knoweth
The roots beneath its growth”

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