As Icicles Fall

Can you remember the words of our dying mother?
 All winters' white... and wonderful
 The third eye spies the greatest pain
 In league with the cycle of life... feel the change
 Her breath of frost upon the house of man's beating heart
 Oh sleep children, such colours to be seen
 Sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
 Fore this is where she lies. mother, be our eyes
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 Be our eyes
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 As the icicles fall, moments of reverence
 The invention of all, everything calls and every life-line ignites
 The tears of mother, everlasting season
 But the phoenix empire expires... exhales... the curtain call to embers
 Within us she lives, around us she's dying
 Fading lights blacken, garden's euphoric... cowering underworld order
 The winds sing our dirge... this is where she lies
 The veiling unveiled... mother, our mother beats down her ashen wings
 Mother, be our eyes
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 Grey and dripping the blood of mother
 Feel her pain
 Evolving, the shrouds she gathers
 This is where she lies
 In abstraction without colours
 We die with the fall of the icicles
 Lost to pigment the pale paradise
 Swept in tow to the danse macabre
 In hand to the cold grasp of time... of time
 Broken shutters gape open wide
 Breathing in hoarse whispers on high
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 Cry... white-noise witch choir
 Ice tears of our mother
 Pillars of monolith and ice, laced with lightning
 Besieged by the void, the anti-matter of mind
 Once were painted walls, now they preach parched skin petals
 The freeze-frame tomb unfolds... for our mother... our mother
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 Cry... white-noise witch choir
 Fall of the icicles
 Mother
 Mother
 Mother
 Mother