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Veil of Imagination

by Wilderun

Weak for too long to notice the calling Weak for too long to feel the falling Days carried on, their touch but an instant No time to hear my voice in the distance Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind And where it opens Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance Useless, his free soul Ensure control Black words spewed forth from his head One for each thought he had saved Solidifying, rusting forms They sealed in the cave Excavation of will from the vaults of the earth Sunlight burning through his back as his eyes sought dirt Almost there, a time to be strong He was almost there, but he waited too long Every piece, every word to life’s song He had dug, he’d put into place But the order was wrong He can never let go Madness always creeps slow Breezes of the empty brush past the surface All the voices wither, the limbs are quiet Is there time to return to the plot of nothing? Can the blood now follow the stream into the sea? A different darkness guides him, no path can be chosen Forms become a question, he will not know their source
Endless blood for half-heart measures Raze the mountain for your treasure No devotion to the struggle No precision in the final hour There was more to find but the light betrayed All the tales to unwind, forgotten in the hazy darkness of our days But there’s a spark made of sleep, remembering when time held its mystery There’s no end to subscribe to anything, closure’s slaves keep building when they die Cold the color of victory Life only grows through memory We fight the wind as if it were mortal We cut the air in search of a soldier Dreams tilt sideways Don’t prize tomorrow’s pledge There was more to find but the light betrayed All the tales to unwind, forgotten in the blissful darkness that we praise There is never a task at hand Weight of spirit is the weight of sand Try as you will to summon the deed The end grows further with every earthly need O resolution, you are the curse O resolution, leave this earth
Peace is careless of its form Rooms of wisdom are unwittingly warm To stumble into the night Or burn our brain for the sacred light Soon as you see it, it's already gone All understanding becomes loathsome and wrong Why do the fires keep burning for ones Who have no reflection for the dream that they’ve just become? They who lie, they need not run Sleeping ambassadors of the sun Caution to those seeking the truth they hold We come in the night and awaken the dead Committing our souls to every sentence they thread “No, don’t you see, you’ve already lost The mind is flesh and its use bears a cost” Wandering creatures come closer than we Treating the air like a loved one would thee Full of attention, they know not their strength O what we’d give to forget why we came They who lie, they need not run Sleeping ambassadors of the sun Caution to those seeking the truth they hold Show me one thing Show me one thing Show me one thing Never the rest Yet still all things Yet still all things Still everything Everything all at once
A man will lie for a hundred years In a bed of reliable gears Consuming every minute of the day Still flickers of the past peer through grey He feeds his rumination’s blood Into the body that lies above It's floating forward, acting as a prize There’s hope in its eyes A promise that can never arise So run far from where dreams unfurl You’ll claim the land but you’ll miss the world You cannot hide from earth and sky The conceiver and its host must die Bricks are stacking, books are read Anything that can drown the dread is now Welcomed quickly into the plan More conjurations to understand Leave time alone, its terrors have grown Blackened and frail is the known The tower will fall, so we’ll have to crawl Return to that from whence we came There’s bitterness that carries you Will it survive for a minute as soon as You collapse the earth down to its core? If the watcher in the flesh is no more So you should run far from where dreams unfurl You’ll claim the land but you’ll miss the world You cannot hide from earth and sky The conceiver and its host must die So run far and leave your corpse Within the realm of the dead or worse There is nothing you can think or say There’s another way There’s another way
If the air touches skin with its grace If the gift of love gives an embrace If a blade finds its mark and blood is drawn Still i think i’ll be far, i’ll be gone If the breath of today does not sway Tomorrow’s memory just may It is all i can hope for as of now For the scent of today is too foul Is this meant as as twisted cure? Protection from all the hells endured I’ll take anything, as long as it stays Within sight always
The story beckons you ceaselessly, into a world obscured Where truths you learn are never born You’ve fallen behind yourself, conjuring any cure For suffering and bitter scorn Yet you’ve never seen answers arising Helplessly they appear and they guide you down Your story mercilessly takes hold of your reality And places it just out of reach You can almost taste the second that you are living in But the scentless core is too plain to seek There is terror in the horizon Sailing into its depths, you should try to hide Timidly you strive into the distance where the unknown beckons you Cowardly you hide inside the future where despair is not yet true The blood inside your eyes is ink inside your pen You’ll never see anything or anyone again The crack inside your mind is filled with all your dreams Imagination gleams and silences nature’s scream If every syllable won’t rhyme, the panic rises over time Truth has beckoned and you’ve become its slave You feel the portal to the next world forming somewhere in your head Slowly you unlearn any notion of death Inside Inside Inside You’ve been told that death was when the whole world came to naught But what becomes of death when all the world withers into thought?
When the world first colored the sky I consumed every sense with no ties I was not in the field, but i felt the air Life was there, but it was not mine The fire burned, there was no pain Only a reminder of the claim That everything i touched was truly there I needed not a future or a name As the story of time quickened pace Illusions of myself left their trace I had entered the tale i could not see There was so much for so long Seeking any more is beginning to feel wrong Is all still truly here? Release me from my future and name


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released November 1, 2019

Evan Anderson Berry - Vocals, Guitars, Piano
Dan Müller - Bass, Synths, Orchestrations
Jon Teachey - Drums
Joe Gettler - Lead Guitar
Wayne Ingram - Orchestrations

Songs by Evan Anderson Berry, Arrangements by Wilderun
Orchestrations by Dan Müller & Wayne Ingram
Gang vocals by Wilderun

Piano on “When the Fire and the Rose Were One” by Rob Berry
Additional piano by Emily Thompson

Spoken word by Doug James (www.dougjames.com)

Poetry excerpts taken from “Ode on the Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood” by William Wordsworth, and “Little Gidding” by T.S. Eliot

Recorded at More Sound Studios in Syracuse, NY, Feb-Mar 2018
Drums, Bass and Electric Guitar engineered by Justin Spaulding
Vocals and Acoustic Guitars engineered by Andrew Greacen
Produced by Wilderun, Justin Spaulding and Andrew Greacen
Additional engineering by Jocko Randall

Mixing by Dan Swanö
Mastering by Jens Bogren

Artwork by Adrian Cox (www.adriancoxart.com)
Album layout and design by Brendon Flynn (www.brendonflynn.com)
Band photo by Karen Jerzyk (www.karenjerzykphoto.com)


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