Lee Tassaker - Bass & Vocals
Sabine Linfoot - Keyboards & Vocals
Giovanni Gariano - Guitar
Stephen Mikulic - Guitar
James Wright - Drums
Samantha Kempster - Violin & Backing Vocals
Independent
Within the Walls
Withdraw into the haunt of another
And open doors to past
Like two creatures sealed in a cocoon
Gestate in the womb that grew madness
And within the cloak of walls
What lingers such that it repels you
As it draws you in
And closes tighter, the more you hate it
It follow
s your footsteps through empty streets
The Haunt the only companion that remains
In the hazy, drunken dawn
Still awake when you return
And still it is your enemy
As they drag you screaming
From the womb within the walls
And the new dweller will come to learn
That Madness is the ghost of living men
Of Want and Malice
Harvest these tears you have conceived
For noxious weeds you have sown
Now sprout in thorns from within,
my sickness, a mirror you cannot see.
Benevolent soul, you comfort me,
you caress me with white lace,
to cleanse this scented water from my head.
My innocent, unscarred skin – baptised.
Tears fall from your brimming chalice.
Raise it high in ancient ceremony.
Lost
Tragedy
Light fails to shine
Dreams fall and die
and I will cry for you.
Your hope lost
Bleak winter mourning
Your broken heart
Tears fall to earth as crystal shards
Locked here together
Our pain ignored
We fight but why…
Prophet of You
Universal Idol
Expose me
Pick and salt my wounds
Bleed me before your disciples
Prophet of you
Will you not hang me
and hide me away with your mistakes?
I shield my eyes
perfect one
from your glorious light
reflecting on the knife
Oh, prophet of you
Will you not save me
as you change your word
to make miracles of your mistakes?
Dagger in your cloak
Pure angel
Let me never stray
from your kingdom of deceit
Prophet of you
Fabricate me
so I will never again
turn from you and your blade
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The Haunt the only companion that remains
In the hazy, drunken dawn
Still awake when you return
And still it is your enemy
As they drag you screaming
From the womb within the walls
And the new dweller will come to learn
That Madness is the ghost of living men
Of Want and Malice
Harvest these tears you have conceived
For noxious weeds you have sown
Now sprout in thorns from within,
my sickness, a mirror you cannot see.
Benevolent soul, you comfort me,
you caress me with white lace,
to cleanse this scented water from my head.
My innocent, unscarred skin – baptised.
Tears fall from your brimming chalice.
Raise it high in ancient ceremony.
Lost
Tragedy
Light fails to shine
Dreams fall and die
and I will cry for you.
Your hope lost
Bleak winter mourning
Your broken heart
Tears fall to earth as crystal shards
Locked here together
Our pain ignored
We fight but why…
Prophet of You
Universal Idol
Expose me
Pick and salt my wounds
Bleed me before your disciples
Prophet of you
Will you not hang me
and hide me away with your mistakes?
I shield my eyes
perfect one
from your glorious light
reflecting on the knife
Oh, prophet of you
Will you not save me
as you change your word
to make miracles of your mistakes?
Dagger in your cloak
Pure angel
Let me never stray
from your kingdom of deceit
Prophet of you
Fabricate me
so I will never again
turn from you and your blade