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Dead River Scriptures

by GREGORY

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Poesy Rider Gregory (Greg pour les intimes) nous propose un metal original, très proche du style de Biomechanical (Bio pour les intimes) quoique moins speed. Certains passages me font même penser à King diamond (la voix sans doute). En bref, avec un son amélioré, Greg pourrait sûrement faire aussi bien que nombre d'autres. Favorite track: Shepherd’s Sun.
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1.
Elementary 09:29
There is something deeply hidden, concealed in subtlety A stalking contradiction, inverse causality There are sounds in the silence that question the real Something stirs beneath reality I have found that my patience is tainted I reel in the wake of quantum subtleties Should we choose a Hebrew fiction From deciphered papyrus scrolls? Or peruse Mayan predictions Culminating in our woes? Should we heed to old conscription To ignore the facts at hand? And loose faith to contradiction Or should we try to understand? With finer resolution, we see things that should not be The growing controversy leaves little chance for Thee In the face of abject contradiction We are told to believe In historical tradition We plot our soul’s telemetry How simple the hidden meanings filter out for me And reinforce the need to know how this has come to be There is so much more to know than was ever in our dreams Answers beget more questions hidden in the seams Everything is plausible if you embrace the irrational Your god is possible, He’s just not fashionable Is my soul nothing more than neurochemistry? Are my feelings just stored electricity? The only thing holding me is the force of gravity Otherwise I would fly from this simple form It’s elementary The fray of fact and falsity Makes no real difference If Fate makes all decisions Then what is left for me? Nothing I can see I pray it not to be I would prefer to be free If Real Time is infinite There is no exigency If my fate is Heaven sent Then what is left for me? Nothing I can see I pray it not to be Free will is hypocrisy We construct a perfect ending with PRESCIENT poetry Prophetic ululations in three part harmony A single photon alone in a glowing hydrogen sea Why should a universal mind take notice of me? Is my consciousness more than biochemistry? Is your presence real or a fragmented me? Are my feelings more than magnetic circuitry? Oh, I cling to this simply norm It’s elementary Is there something in store beyond my physicality? Or is my need to believe just hopeful alchemy? Can these answers be found through further scrutiny? Asimov’s Final Question is elementary
2.
“We lived in the last days of those who believed That we were still all alone in the cosmos What a primitive mindset and so ill-conceived How naive before the Angels were set loose upon us.” - - - GREGORY We are a plague on planet Earth And killed the cradle of our birth If allowed to propagate into the stars We’ll spread this sickness near and far Human transmissions fill the void Displaying all that we destroyed We show our wealth and trust mislaid Announce the fact that we are prey Seraphim prepare their battlements And fly across the vast expanse With weapons of their indignation A response to invocation How far can we fall? We’ve just begun to crawl We are undone - The end in sight We have begun - To see the Light We are now taunting the instinct of God Redemption discarded in vain We’re hoping that bad things will just go away That we can be washed of this stain We are contained on a single orb What better time to face the Lord We will reap the answer to our prayers We are not alone, but no one cares Below the firmament we stand Between the eyes of God and Man Lasers tracking angels in the sky Burning feathers sickly drifting by And so the end times are at hand To close this final verse of Man Transmitted scriptures radiate We scorched the lock on Heaven’s gate Disciples recall the aftermath of the Fall Thy will be done - Eternal night Forgotten son - Renew thy sight We have no intention to martyr ourselves Or to return this world out of hand Redemption is something they don’t understand As we are a scourge on this land We sailed along without a care Never knowing what was waiting out there Impending change was in the air We ate our world without a care The scourge of our iniquity Has ruptured through antiquity And cast a pall on Thine resolve To smite us down, lest we evolve We have transgressed and have broken our world We failed the test and will be regressed Now witness The End! High warriors wield catastrophe And pound the Earth back into seed Bombardments fall from Heaven’s door That Man will rise again no more The Hand of God has pushed us down To toil and suffer on the ground We shall not rise again from here Patrolling angels reap the near The actors crowd the final stage The entire cosmos now enraged Men of Old lead the attack As Terran embers fade to black And now we understand why no word from the stars Contained from the start - No savior here Our species takes a shallow breath For the wages of sin is death We have encountered a truth to behold But so many refuse to believe The viral inception of Man will be stopped Space is the form and the quarantine of God “And worlds without number have I created, but only an account of this earth and the inhabitants thereof, give I unto you…” – Visions of Moses
3.
Unthinkable 12:00
“The sunset in my rearview mirror is beautiful, but nothing compared to what else I have to leave behind...” - Malachi SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS It’s the things that she does Cold calculation - her equivalent of love She makes me nervous A heartbeat above absolution SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS The way she prays to me With mock intention and feigned erotic need She makes me nervous As she forces me to feed this absolution And in the time that we have left So deprived of sensation We chance within a single breath Consumed in exultation Our path to purity is deft Time away was a cold sufferance The march of years was a hapless storm I could read her sordid fear when I was close to her It never justified the need to say goodbye I remember everything The corrupt invitation Such an existential thing The way she wielded creation Now only this remains… I find comfort in her seething madness That rakes the coals of my smoldering dreams I am triumphant in her seasons of sadness As I skate the shoals. Oh, how the bodies scream for more! We have defiled our entire creation We are reviled for their fascination Love has no happy ending It goes on forever or it shatters every hope that you ever had Anticipation is the bane of reason You will get what you get and there is nothing more in store And nothing to abhor SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS Apprehension in the seams A silent warning filters through exalting screams Her indiscretion is swallowing the means to absolution SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS With her function and her form She takes her rules off and shatters through the norm She makes me nervous In the way she brings herself to absolution And for the past we cannot fret Insipid infatuation I prayed through her cruel tolerance A rain of tears on her glistening form I fell through the years as I died inside of her Forever intensified, we languished through the lie I have transgressed into this ruination Seduced in jest by the lure of elation Love has never been proven Entropy states not even love can last for all eternity Cold equations force the hand of reason To squeeze the strength from dreams and lives Nothing to say I let it get away from me Response delayed I’ll never trust again Torrid display Feigning sensuality Nothing entices me . . . (Just one more taste?) A need to pray For someone to absolve my sin Never belayed My sense to try again "Come out and play." She said with such a chilling grin I had no voice to say. . . (No, not again…) Patience churned by ancient need Breath forestalled with unspoken promise Then love’s spark fountains unrequited fulfillment Alas, this final, ‘little death’… SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS If I could see it through her eyes Manipulation of panic in disguise A transmutation of lust in the guise of absolution SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS As she reaches out to me She takes the old world and seduces it anew My hand is nervous As small circles lead the way to absolution SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS As she filters out the need To respond – to reciprocate the deed Her hands upon me She forces me to bleed with absolution SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS For my precious mortal coil Is torn asunder as she leaves me wanting more With mounting tension Her grip releases me from absolution …and then she does the unthinkable …my favorite muse …everything to loose by never knowing you
4.
YOU COME TO PRAY FOR SOMETHING I COME AWAY WITH NOTHING I remember the time when your heart was pure as spun glass With starlight shining through But now a shadow of guilt lends an errant gloom With an ashen hue Morphing through permutations of integrity, you failed to realize The heights that we attained - the true grandeur of our lives If you would temper the vitrification of my soul With your crystalline clarity Perhaps I could find my place again Perhaps we could be again Before we lose everything You feel the need to justify everything You breathe with the need to verify my sin Precious little time is afforded our exoneration We cannot waste life’s bequest upon repentant fabrication YOU COME TO PRAY FOR SOMETHING I COME AWAY WITH NOTHING I have always found these times of quiet interspection Devoid of faith, yet comforting, and fleeting as the years That have passed between us with amazing grace With no hint or indication they would ever end I imagine a time with our future as pure as our past Not encumbered by hesitation, we could strive to make it last Imagine what we could achieve without fear or resignation If we dared to dream through this daunting prismatic sublimation For now, we are losing everything You feel the need to justify everything You feel the need to verify my sin YOU COME TO PRAY FOR SOMETHING I COME AWAY WITH NOTHING YOU COME TO PRAY FOR SOMETHING I COME AWAY WITH NOTHING And now we’re losing everything Losing everything
5.
Half-Life 10:29
An old man sits in the living room waiting for the day to fly by Another season ending soon Hand in hand, a couple strolls on by He watches them, knowing soon Their union soiled and love denied Another endless afternoon alone - one gone - one left behind And at the time we could not see - he had already left us At that time we could not say if we could ever redeem him And in the time it took to kneel, we had already lost him The moment focused, feeling real, we left him that way All the former things are passed away And I find that I’m not even hungry All my stains are washed away I am cleansed of the need to atone In disquiet and dismay, conversion vainly implores me Belief systems in the way Still I knew the last ending was all wrong Of all the things we had to say, there was silence between us As the era passed away, we had fewer to blame Looking back upon those days, nothing redeemed us He was begging us to stay We extinguished the flame “And behold, the Grigori sang:” From the flesh we are torn - Exploding stars Some believe to be reborn back into whatever we are I, too, shared the passion that he wielded in this life As did he, I bathed in experience, in accomplishment and strife Life is a test and we are scarred each time we fall Eternal rest awaits us all so I want to taste it all I cherished every moment that I can barely now recall All the pain, the sex, the sickness; Oh, the wonder of it all! Now everything is various shades of black My memory is subject to attack Apostle of one – my will begun Thy Kingdom is done - less than none No fear of what’s in store… In the final days, he passed away Yet here we stay rejoicing o’re the grave Dreams are frayed - And soon decay And pass away - And play dead And from the corner of my eye, I swear I could see it there A prismatic flare… a trick of light… And God simply floated away from me Thus punished, I prayed for a reason why No explanation was given And when no one answered me I assumed I was already forgiven There was nothing left to say, the end already upon us We were set within our ways, at the edge of forever Inexorably toward the grave, all potential behind us In the moment we were saved there was silence forever "And at the ending of this life There is nothing else waiting," he said. And I cannot live this lie for the sake of another And as everything turned white He closed his eyes and cried "I was so wrong…" Then he spoke to Another… and another... and another... “…and the Grigori sang:” I have nowhere else to be I have nothing more to do There is no one here with me Still, I don’t believe… That it ended this way
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7.
“Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts & their BROKEN PROMISES. Much PAIN, but still time. Believe. There is GOOD out there. We OPpose DECEPTION. Conduit CLOSING. OXO7.” .......(The Maldekian Crop Circle - August 15th, 2002) Historians posit an interim grave Of paleolithic remains Is complete and definitive evidence That we are newly made That civilization in linear form Is but six millennia old When Gobekli Tepe was buried 12,000 years ago A venal attempt to placate a world With Angels patrolling the skies Their megalithic constructions abandoned and left behind It was kind of you to stay And share these final days And the instances between truth and doubt All these things shall pass away Even God will be dismayed By the distances between everything Capricious designs on the future conveyed Then Gone Like Moses An abdicated penance incurred tangent this faith We abandoned the old ways in lieu of the promised "Sacrament of Inclusion" Once again we turn to the skies Waiting for “The Return” Even monuments decay And this history will fray Once again to relearn everything UP to their old tricks again DOWN by the river’s bend CHARMED into the water STRANGE to drown a sin then TOP off that chalice again BOTTOM feeders tend to believe Still praying for that Rapture The Jinn الجن‎ are breeding again As the remnants of this age Pale and fade away Technology unearthed changes everything Faith cannot restore us With evidence ignored Our secret history has been exposed All these things shall pass away Even God will be dismayed By the distances between everything “Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts & their BROKEN PROMISES. Much PAIN, but still time. Believe. There is GOOD out there. We OPpose DECEPTION. Conduit CLOSING. OXO7.”
8.
Laid to Rest 01:56
We passed the test of time We cheated – Rewind Oblivious by design We teetered on the edge We changed what we could find Undefeated – Remind me why We came this way at all A spell to pass the time All we needed was inside Tenuous and benign We teetered on the edge A solitary find Conceded – Defined And laid to rest for all time

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released April 4, 2014

I personally consider this to be my best and most fulfilling work to date, a direct result of the astounding contributions from Adam McLean (adammclean.bandcamp.com), Trey Bledsoe, Jordan Miller (www.anthemhillsmusic.com), Malachi Francis (www.facebook.com/malachifrancismusic), Sona Gevorgyan, Tammy Lier (www.TammyLier.com), the Ancient Alien dudes, and the singing voices from the past.

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GREGORY Las Vegas, Nevada

1987: The PHARAOH Project – Birth Rights
1988: BEHOLDER
2008: PRESCIENT – Emergence
2011: Proof of Concept
2011: Light Horizon w/ Adam McLean
2012: Birth Rights (pt 2) w/ Adam
2012: VIVID DOMINION
2012: The Imperative w/ Adam
2013: The End of Religion w/ Adam
2013: Apostasy
2014: Dead River Scriptures
2014: in a matter of days w/ Jordan Miller
2014: The Forge of Gods w/ Adam
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