Outstretched fingers they grasp at fleeting straws
And their palms bleeding from the desperate prayer
Red and raw, archaic psalms
No other act so wholly mars the progression
The candle burns, will you seize the day
Before the wax fully melts away?
Ethereal phantoms, leading wayward souls astray
Into the darkness,
Ghosts beckon sweetly
Will this adversity
Rise to meet me?
My plea for guidance by silence is met
How can we be expected to thrive begging on our knees?
Through strife this picture becomes plain to see;
Enliven the shell, transcendence from hell
Like the leaves, our souls must wilt
Crumbling over foundations of guilt
We knew it would never last
We are transcendent, more than this
Shall I bring us peace?
Can I, will I, shall I survive?
Like the leaves, our souls now wilt
Crumbling under foundations of guilt
We knew it could never last;
We are transcendent, more than this
Can I, will I, shall I survive?
This established moral code bears a load I cannot host
Can I, will I, shall I survive?
We fear the spectral hand,
The lines, its fingers in the sand
That hand is not your maker;
Those lines do not apply
Cease to glean your guidance from the phantoms of the sky
We alone can craft a world in which our kind may thrive
You and I won't glean our guidance
From the phantoms of the sky
We alone can craft a world in which our kind may thrive
credits
from Autonomia,
released December 21, 2015
Guest Vocals by Scott Aquavella of Cryptodira
Utterly indescribable new record from Greek metal band Locust Leaves features corkscrewing tempos, manic vocal shifts & dense arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 6, 2017