Album: Foregone (2004)

Deception Island


In moments of madness
Staring at translucent monuments
Indwelling this place for aeons
With their eternalness appearing intangible

The icy black waves enclosing ourselves
Be breasted by lead heavy hearts
Vigor and force in flesh by sunlight
Shall do good in conquering trepidation

Still the brazen mist makes morals occult
Abortive try to disperse the septum of haze
Chilling clearance heisting hope
Nothing to be found abaft the stars

Obscure guises mocking men
Idiosyncratic perceptional torment
Yet a new crack of dawn draws near