Originally Posted by beast from the east
"Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead..."
Love those lyrics and that song.
Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .
Amber nectar, misery ichor
. . .cascading in streams of hallowed form
For each stain, a forsaken shadow
And the lyrics in all of "You were but a ghost in my arms". I also love the vocal passage at the end of Bloodbirds, "Our fortress is burning against the grain of the shattered sky" etc.
John Haughm certainly has a way with words.