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The Banshee Part I
01:43
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The Banshee Part II
04:57
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Too many times I’ve been broken in two
My heart has a shield to set it still
I’ll take my revenge, as beauty will
He came wandering into the glen
Faking I looked into his eyes
Words of love do cry
He can’t see my pretty design
Unaware my devil’s pact
Blinded by my swift attack
Otherworldly I ensnare
Weaving garlands for my hair
Wretch moaning, wailing prayer
Stillness in the deep dark woods
Unclean creatures, blackened lake
He asleep, never to wake
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3. |
Clockmaker
04:28
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The gears are falling
My past selves are calling
Pendulum beheading
All I'm regretting
Clockworks are sticking
The uneven ticking
The clockmaker's instruments
Springs and the sprockets they
Turn their deadly tune
In sync with the moon
The minute hand climbs
The three o'clock chime
The time you've conceived
And the time I perceive, ancient
Celestial spheres
Suddenly appear, new
Configurations
Revelations
Who holds the key?
Is it you or is it me?
When the second hand slides,
will feelings subside?
The guillotine swinging
My enemy singing
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4. |
Diptych
01:03
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Left all alone to fight my demons
Your heart flutters like the changing seasons
The birds are eating their own
And all my fears have flown
What’s hidden behind your face?
A mask, a laugh, an ace?
Looks like I’ll never know
What was all that? A show?
Serrated wings beat but never fly
They should sail you up into the sky
But everything here is deranged
I know that it won’t change
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6. |
Lucretia
03:37
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9. |
The Death of Marat
06:31
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I languish in this vessel
Oceans of revolution wash away monarchy
Sans-culottes
Blood spilt in the street
The waters can’t put out the fire in my bones
My disease
Spreads and feeds
Friend of the people
Hiding in the sewer until the sun has set
They’ve drowned
In our flood
My bathtub full of blood
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10. |
Drips to Deluge
01:25
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11. |
Raft of the Medusa
04:08
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12. |
Mourning
01:06
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13. |
Labyrinthe
05:58
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I walk a doom forest maze
Pathways grasp
No voice to rasp
Constricted
throat restricted
Gray beneath the quake
The footfalls, calls
The beast within
Spiraling further in
Endless panic
Breathless, frantic
My own cage
Masticated rage
Imprisoned sorrow
What’s tomorrow
Spin spin spin
I crawl the walls
I’ve lost the thread
Labyrinth
Darkness
I hide behind my skin
The maze grins
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14. |
Afterthought
01:36
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The Monster’s Revenge covets her
shadowed sleep
Draping over loneliness
A night wind
Woven Twigs, Empty nest
Barren Breast
An incubus pressing her chest
Aching Breathe
Spirits over her limp body
pale phantom
Eyes open fingers searching
No one beside her
Tortured limb, Horse Head
Lifeless dread
The Monster’s Revenge, Nightmares
Fill her Bed
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16. |
Artemisia
05:20
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Pawing and prying
Devastation
Predatory spying
Isolation
Tortured with Thumbscrews
She cries
It is true, It is true!
Abra, Hold him down
Judith, draw your sword
For your infiltration
Decapitation
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Fate's Palette Minneapolis, Minnesota
Fate's Palette is a dark chamber rock band from Minneapolis, MN. As much a conceptualization of art as it is a band, they strive to blend together many different ideas and mediums into a cohesive experience. Fate's Palette does not just write conceptual music but is itself a concept: taking static, yet moving images, and injecting a new life and purpose into them. ... more
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