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Instrumental
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Sons and daughters lie where they fell
Faceless strangers except for you, and I
Crawling like infants through mounds of dust
Crumbling like clay
The gods judge us for the last time
Hear me before you run and hide
Even the bravest fall
Even the strong show weakness
There is no shame in fear
Dies Irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
All that you saw and heard
Yet you could not find
As the days grow into years
Growing inside you now
We have the same dream
Where I tell you my name
My great wings devour the sun
And now I fly, I fly!
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Autumn Tears - Gleaming
05:24
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Climbing against gravity
To the other side of day
To behold the night's unclouded starry face
A mouthful of silence
As thin as an hour of comfort
Within the narrowing dark hours
It all quickly dissolves into the sunlight
We the travellers, orphaned travellers
Burning blood beneath our skin
Feathered with sleep
Dancing to the sweet sounds of autumn
Let our hands rest
Let our bodies lengthen in the night
So the dawn can find us lying still again
Another summer is gone
We let our sorrow in
It grows in the lucent grasses
Breathing against the wind
Being less than the light
We bathe like children in starlight
Pure and naked spirits
Uttering speech without sound
We the travellers, orphaned travellers
Burning blood beneath our skin
Feathered with sleep
Dancing to the sweet sounds of autumn
Let our hands rest
Let our bodies lengthen in the night
So the dawn can find us lying still again
The wondrous hues of the sky
Its rain inspiring our innocence
Our fear and strength blooming
Stretching all over the world
Those who remember us
Buried in the atmosphere
We've become invisible
We yearn to come back whole
We yearn to come back home.
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Gather myself for what comes today
The presence of silence
What silence is there for I lived,
Once there was a blooming tree, small and frail grows
Where nothing can be born
Droplets of blood float around me,
Like a ritual rain on the eaves
The taunting of sleep
Willing the hour to come
Dreamers chasing lost miracles
Their billowed essences dangled
Like puppets on strings
To a thunderous wave of gratitude
Dancing for all to see
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Guardian sentinel
Watch over me
Always watching, always waiting
So eager and unafraid
Always watching
Always waiting
Always there
You are the child I thought I was
You are the child I used to be
And now I wear a coward's smile
As you teach us, the fearless
How to feel
I am so small against the sky
Repressing the urges
Struggling within me
Desires only half glimpsed
And slightly out of reach
Sometimes I stray
So chase me back to sleep
As light turns to ash
You smile blindly
Behind the flames
Granting me the seeds of understanding
Only to be whispered in the presence
Of long forgotten gods
I stray again
You chase me back to sleep
Guardian sentinel
Watch over me
Peel back my skin
See me
Open my body
And see me
I am the child you used to be
I am the child you think you were
And now you wear a hero's grin
You are the child I used to be
You are so small against the sky
I am so small against the sky
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Your stark breath, it wakes me
As the sky pulses with a pallid strain
The air carries her own wounds
With ashes falling like rain
…A grey distance stretched for miles
A bell resounding - shimmers
The voice of here and now...
The voice of here and now and then
If you turn to listen, you will hear it
As you return over and over again
Leaving from where we once belonged
(Once belonged, once belonged)
Now we can hold, embrace
With arms wrapped tightly for sleep
As the night blooms behind us
There are things that don’t exist
So we cannot desire this
A day before we turn to stone
An effigy in someone’s dream
Today we die for nothing
We know that most things end
For we know that most things end
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Autumn Tears - Widowing
04:51
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A chair by the window where I sit
I can see the tree below, branches lightly dance
A bell hangs from the curving bough
Where it sings for me when the winds blow
I bury you and mark you with a stone
Sleep cold below as I lie awake above
I will pick the milky flowers at dusk
That will grow at your feet
A bed by the window where I sleep
I can see the Earth below, grasses lightly dance
The bell hangs from a curving bough
Where it weeps for me when the winds blow
I can still cling to the stillness
And peel back the joy
weightless, like dew on petals,
Kissing new leaves
As we crumble into the soil
Sensual breath seeps into the air
Words grow quiet and the blooming comes
A chair by the window where I sit...
Alone, I can see the sky below,
A bell hangs from the curving bough
Where it sings for us when the winds blow
Save your breath
For I will bury me beside you
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I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right eerily and long,
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger face
Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace
The being of thy name.
And all the charms of face or voice
Which I in others see
Are but the recollected choice
Of what I felt for thee.
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Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offense.
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt,
Against thy reasons making no defense.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I’ll myself disgrace, knowing thy will;
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,
Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I’ll myself disgrace, knowing thy will;
I will acquaintance strangle and look strange,
For thee against myself I’ll vow debate,
For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.
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Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advis’d respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
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Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown’d;
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that, in guess, they measure by thy deeds;
Then, churls, their thoughts,
although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
(that give thee so thine own)
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The solve is this, that thou dost common grow
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Zeresh - Possessing
03:11
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So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight, (you alone)
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.
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Autumn Tears Billerica, Massachusetts
Autumn Tears is an international musical act incorporating a unique, organic fusion of modern classical music with elements of cinematic score and world music, layered with diverse male and female vocals.
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