[(1.A Bruise Upon The Silent Moon)] [instrumental+Words]

and thee earth was without form and void and darkness was upon the face of the deep

[(2.The Promise Of Fever)]

In the beginning rimmed with wind and storm a great black rath infinite math spat snarling into from and there was heaven lit up with precious stones each one could fall but for the rule of faithand love and stronger thrones

and therein rose vast wonders affections to be seen fathered from the plundered reflections of a dream

fogging into nightmare for him whose place was set with wayward stars that absent,marred all creation with there theft

in the beginning bewinged and ringed with dawn this favoured avatar,enthralled swansongs form those that thronged this shore

with Gabriel and Michael he shone with fierce intent for loyalty,their joy to see him spur the hymens to heaven(sent)

form sculptured lips of seraphim whom fate then cruelly rent (with sleight-fingered strians of harmony) each note to grim portent

as grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque for him that blazed with holy praise that for a jealous god was meant

shining feriluce lustrous scourge of fallen spirits basked in glory,flew to lakes in sacred altitudes

sweet haunting music swathed the brezze with curling tongues that lapped his lead as though think mountian mist he wondered cursed(with thoughts adrift) until at last,past grasping trees

he paused to draught forbidden streams taht wispered siren promises to drown his thirst(for sports amiss)

these waters held secrets like raped russian dolls wherein evil and good tore his soul for control

and drunk with the verse of desire's first words the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed

horror in numbers too great to discern the rotting of words to the conqueror worm and love a rare orchid o fragile in bloom espied gasping breath under dark-sheeted moons

shining feriluce reflected in a jaded mirror climbing from the noose of time in divine servitude

and thus a strange new melody of will and wonton fantasies whetted by the veiled,seen danced form his ashen lips in red drawn scores,the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes was taken up asfar,it seemed as god his words eclipsed

(those waters hid visions like butches in war pervering the course of life's blood evermore...) in the beginning skinned well with gibbous tones of countenance and ignorence in equal measures sewn a mrbeled arc of angels sworn to the morningstar shared his pride and deep inside felt chill shadows sweep their cards

[(3.Hurt And Virtue)]