Cathedral Lament

Designated is this spell for the sealing of the house...

Anáil nathrach,

ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh...

Standing inside the noise,

trying to find a quiet space,

Staring down the mirror at

a fragmented, tired face.

The chemical need for peace when the heavy days collide,

Looking for a shelter where the jagged parts can hide.

Amara vara mara vara vara...

Dohaeris to the silence,

to the heavy, hollow room,

Waiting for the quiet to un-weave the gathering gloom.

Un suave, echoing (meaw meaw meaw) scratching softly on the tile.

{wide ambient synths with warm acoustic guitar} ¡Cuídate!

Shift the rhythm when the world grows cold!

I hate that I hate me,

y luego I love that I hate me,

I hate that I love me,

¡y cómo jode this body!

Saying something wrong, moving like a displaced ghost,

Not fitting the box they built,

missing the mark the most!

How do I build a life in a game where I break

the rules? Scared of running out of safety,

cornered by social tools!

Anáil nathrach! Amara vara

mara! Apeiron, chaos, the void staring back at the glass,

Knowing that every empire and ego will pass!

(meaw meaw meaw) in a high-speed digital shriek,

While the walls of the simulation start to bend and

leak!

{crisp syncopated world-beat with driving cello-staccato}

If nothing matters,

then the masterpiece is free,

We are the sovereign authors

of our own reality.

Creando un santuario out of my own gentleness and grace,

Because the universe is empty,

but we claim this place.

Anáil nathrach, ortha bháis is beatha,

do chéal déanaimh. Amara vara mara vara vara.

Dohaeris. (meaw

meaw meaw) resting back

in the quiet, absolute,

breathing dark. { vast cosmic vacuum with warm tape hiss and weeping

cello}