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Berlinda (A Decade)
04:06
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For a decade
She would pluck away each thorn
But the landscape
It would change from dusk to dawn
As we’re walking through the storm
Then from the castle gateway by the chasm
Descending through the dismal night
A night in which the bounds of heaven and earth were lost
Beheld, so high upon the dreary deeps
It seemed in heaven, a ship, the shape thereof
A dragon winged, and all from stem to stern
Bright with a shining people on the decks,
And gone as soon as seen.
Furnaces blast ancient leylines
Molten plates like clockwork unwind
As sacred Earth is torn asunder
Hymnal voice in chorus whisper
Through the pillars
Through the chapters
Through the mirrors
To the finish
For a decade
When the tempest raised a fawn
From the seabed
Like a shipwreck in its jaws
As we washed up on the shore
And then the two
Dropt to the cove, and watched the great sea fall,
Wave after wave, each mightier than the last,
Till last, a ninth one, gathering half the deep
And full of voices, slowly rose and plunged
Roaring, and all the wave was in a flame
Chaos rains cascade through cracked ice
Whilst beacons flame against the black shrines
Birds migrate through mist drenched winter
Hymnal voice in chorus whisper
Through the pillars
Through the chapters
Through the mirrors
It’s finished
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Blizzards
01:15
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(I hear your call)
One day
After the blizzard stops
We'll run away
Out of the fields of fog
What started at dawn
It breaks into birdsong
Lichen on the wall
It murmurs like plainsong
And we meet by the bridge
Near the orchard walls
And watch the blizzard drift
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Necropolis Dancers
02:20
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I was swimming up the hallowed stream
Looking through the mirror world
Beating breathing clouds unfurl
Floating passed the monastery
Circled by the winter crows
Diving through underworld
Necropolis dancers
Like your face in on fire
Dream
In a trance
Naked dancers twist in circles
Like a Serpent’s Sweep
Before the prophecy reaps
I was chosen by the Pharisee
Buried with Hreda’s cow
Trembling like winter bells
Awnings hang from cedar trees
Covenants that mark no cross,
Doorways to the Citadel
Necropolis dancers
Like your face in on fire
Dream
Pagan masques,
Holding hands in a circle whilst the servants weep,
A bitter sanctuary
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4. |
Wyntersong
01:32
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R.A.Kane UK
My piano driven music fuses the sounds of contemporary indie folk with the rich textures of shoegazing.
For more information about me, including a press pack, please email: r.a.kane@hotmail.co.uk.
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