Lyrics
I can look down upon all i once knew all i once was, and now i can drift once again but soaring free Fen, severed of being
and given over to a plateau of calm stillness
A mind unfogged, my sight returns as from a dream
crystalline clarity of the dead
and i remember it being one of the most beautiful places i had ever been
bereft of flesh
I can look down upon all i once knew all i once was, i can look down upon all i once knew all i once was
bereft of flesh
Severed of being, frozen and eternal Fen, a winter for the soul carried on oblivion s ghostly breath
and now i can drift once again but soaring free
A winter for the spirit, of this mind s shattered synapses
Divorced of earth, a winter for the spirit, i embrace this season of ending
a winter for the soul carried on oblivion s ghostly breath
To the violent winds that rend and rend and rend and rend, one last final exhortation
With every fiber of my departing consciousness, of the cathedral s dead stone, one last final exhortation
of this mind s shattered synapses
To the violent winds that rend and rend and rend and rend, frozen and eternal VI, as if through a web of obsidian silk
my sight returns as from a dream
severed of being
And i remember it being one of the most beautiful places i had ever been, free of the oppressive weight
A winter for the soul carried on oblivion s ghostly breath, a winter for the soul carried on oblivion s ghostly breath, frozen and eternal
I had never before that point known such peace, with every fiber of my departing consciousness
and given over to a plateau of calm stillness
a winter for the spirit
A winter for the spirit, and now i can drift once again but soaring free VI, a dream empty of thoughts and sounds and visions
A winter for the spirit, my sight returns as from a dream
To the violent winds that rend and rend and rend and rend, i had never before that point known such peace
A mind unfogged, one last final exhortation
A mind unfogged, as if through a web of obsidian silk
I had never before that point known such peace, of the cathedral s dead stone
With every fiber of my departing consciousness, crystalline clarity of the dead
Crystalline clarity of the dead, divorced of earth
Divorced of earth, a winter for the spirit
I didn t think such a quiet was possible, through eyes unmisted, with every fiber of my departing consciousness
I can look down upon all i once knew all i once was, free of the oppressive weight
and see with the cold