Facing the Downpour the broken sleeper crashes again
Flowing down its back it gathers for new fall
Racing the Encore the broken sleeper clashes again
Blowing down its rack it gathers for a new call
Chasing the offshore the broken sleeper bashes again
Rowing down its track it gathers for ...

Born with clay feet on an earth unsteady
Minds unturned to feed the quagmire
Torn away heat on a dusk already
Bonds untamed to bleed the bonfire
Mourned and prayed bead on a faith non-heady
Cants unsung to free the lost choir


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

We are wandering the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we gleam
Whatever we’ve seen. We’re waving our dry jokes goodbye
We are conjuring the bottom, or so it seems
We breath, we live, we dream
Wherever we lean. We’re waving our dry hopes ...

There’s gonna be a scrap and we cheer, so hear.
The blood of the primordials come to gather the pieces
There’s gonna be a scrap and we dare, so care.
The mud of the immortals gone to scatter the pieces
There’s gonna be a scrap and we ...

The final revelation is revealed.
Found by heart, fouled by tears
The worst fears come before the dawn
Past shadows, future days
A last erase of that collapsing embrace
The blood is beat, the sighs depart
Alas, my heart celebrates its way out


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Primordial coil rituals my blood
To be sanctified in un-zang nerve-ending to depart
Where you were, I return. Where you burned, I rekindle.
Primordial foil pictures my gods.
To be sacrificed in un-rang soul-mending to unchart
Primordial soil freeze me free


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Scoring my scars on the daybreak
We head for howlers delight
Scaring the hummingbird’s stalemate
We bed the runners on sight
Scheming our elders of haydays
We rid the hours of blight


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

All that remains is cradling the grave.
Rocking the burial ground that is left to decay.
And still, I say, still your heart’s mourning beat.
For even in defeat, dawn comes to greet some more.
Never wish death, for death wishes you.
Blooming the tombs and reviving the catacombs ...

Exploding.miracle of past unloading
Enrolling fabric of the primal tolling
Feeling through your ratchet as you color your stones red
Imploding destruction of scales decoding
Controlling panic of the final poling.
Falling through your hatchet as you holler your wars dead

NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Nine. I see the light burning to darkness.
All so swiftly. All so blindly.
Eight. I hear the alarm screaming to deafness.
All so widely. All so loudly.
Seven. I taste the medicine spoiling to sickness.
All so queasily. All so badly.
Six. I sense the odour stinking to foulness ...