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[White Chalk Caravan]
They walk across the white-chalk
Desert-laden sand
Above eyes glistens moon-rock
Sun-soaked blackened Rand
The seeker knows the Fields are drying
His pilgrimage might be in vain
Heat of Magnus evaporating
The Latex-Love blister death lain
He reached the prophets hilltop
(Wonder)
The bees made honey in the tattered bones of those who'd gone before
They're no more
The face-snaked of those among them wished to turn back to the shore
They feared lore
(Sermon 1)
"There's no promise of gold in these Hills
Seek not the temptations of truth-in-all
There is wisdom in nickel laden hands
Follow the thunderous sound born of Sunns"
This he said speaking of ritual, then pressed on.
[Holy Dune]
(Procession to Holy Dune)
The white chalk turned black as the blood
of the Gods in bloom
As they neared the most sacred site
at the top of Holy Dune
(First Prayer)
and they prayed
"Let the Wildfire Sunrise come alive this day, for the ground dries in it's stead"
(Rise of the New Medium)
The New Medium rises in the distance
(Awe)
(Doubt)
Its all, its all over
New God, new moral compass
Freedom is all extinguished
Where shall we go reverent?
How shall we tell right from wrong,
If there's a contradiction?
(Rebuking the Faithful)
There's no, there's no new meaning
There's no, there's no new meaning
Its just the same as before
Its just the same as before
There's no, there's no new meaning
There's no, there's no new meaning
There's no, there's no new meaning
There's no, there's no new meaning
(Second Prayer)
Seeker set fire
Beneath feet
Serpent desire
(Sermon 2)
The seeker turns to those who follow, tar rock in hand
They ask him for the wisdom of the useless land
As a rule of lawful order, he tells them all a lie
And in a bid for greater pension, he tells them all to die
They understand not mysticism, and beg for the plain
The seeker tells them nothing, but their efforts are not in vain
(Meditation of the Seeker: Right body, Right constitution, Right self)
(Progression)
Nothing could have come of it
(Acceptance)
The land was dry
The land was no more
(Bliss)
All was left to die
All was let burn
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