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CALLISTO LYRICS
"Noir" (2006)
1. Wormwood
2. Latterday Saints
3. The Fugitive
4. Backwoods
5. A Close Encounter
6. Pathos
7. Folkslave
8. Woven Hands
1. Wormwood
Until You Know Grief
You Have Not Seen
The Depths That We Have Been In
No Comparison
To The Depths That Will Reveal
You Will Hear Things
That Shouldn't Be Passed On
You Will Have A Taste
Of Bitterness On Your Tongue
Only To Return To It
By The Sweet Odour
Remorse And It Is Undone
I Put Myself On The Stand
And Have Reached A Verdict
2. Latterday Saints
Seen The Last Dim Of Mortal Light
Seen The First Immortal Sight
Heart Rising, Mind Returning
Count The Cost In Sacred Blood
Turning The Gaze, Gaze Forward
The Home, The Nest - It Is Not Here
3. The Fugitive
The Trees Are Grey Here
The Soil Is Damp And Cold
His Senses Are Filled With Drought
After His Flee From The Temple
Rites Made Him Shiver From Fear
Now Waiting For Someone
To Proclaim Salvation
His Price Has Been Paid
4. Backwoods
Their Throats Are An Open Grave
They Hold Secrets Supposedly Safe
And They Will Pass Them On To Their Descendants
Adverse Effect
How Is Your Monarchy Assembled?
Measure The Gifts That Have Been Given To You
Either You Choke Or Cherish Him.
Admonition - This Time The Prodigal Son
Might Not Be Coming Home
5. A Close Encounter
A Way With Words
In Translation
Semantics Is Lost
An Orthodox Beckon To
Which The Stones Will Not Listen
Summon Up Fire And Brimstone -
While You Paint Devils On Walls
These Stones Will Not Listen
Step Forth Missionary
Apologetics Cry For A Visionary
6. Pathos
Inclined - And There Is Light To See
For Those Unwilling Darkness Will Suffice
Those Who Choose To Believe - Blessed Be
Those Who Stand Aside - Reason Satisfies
Virtue And Vice
Black And White
Colours Subside In The Pale And Night
The Paths Set Out Before Me
May No One Hold In Contempt For It
7. Folkslave
Not In His Own
Refuse To Believe In His Own Strength
Concern
Hardly Responsibility
Responsibility Hardly Concerns A Slave
So We Shall Call Upon The Host
To Be A Part Of The Group
The Master Enslaves
The Master Dictates The Way
Harvests
A Dead Harvest
Only Obedient
The Folkslave
8. Woven Hands
Awoke From The Slumber
The Lapse Of Time
I Have Got Nothing To Show For It
Entertained But Not Enlightened
Recalling Today
For A Trace Of Tomorrow
Being One Without A Lifespan
New Thoughts Must Follow
The Daylight Draws To Me
And The Surroundings Are Not What They Used To Be
Light Fills Up Space
In A Solitary Place
Walls Consumed
All The Knowledge Harvested Along The Way
Watching The Others
This Stagnant State Gall The Hardened Heart
A Pace Towards An Early Grey
Is There Life Before Death?
Planted Firmly With An Abundance Of Time And No Sun
If There Is Life Before Death, I Live It Through You
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