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The Archivists' Tragedy

by Angel Grave

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Utopia achieved, scarcity alleviated Perfection encapsulated, outer worlds untold Metropolis is naught with galaxies we know not Full mastery of but one lacks empathy, Imperfection. We must caress the universe With our scribes. We shall attain the wealth of Existentiality, thus of darkness we are strained. Archives grow, outer knowledge flows The seeds of empathy and perspective sow Flattened sights to extroversion Dimensional Augmentation In galactic shift we become immersed The watchful eyes of the universe Thirst for knowledge causes logos lapse Eyes run dry from cognitive collapse The archives loom over graying sands Our world forgotten, perfection wan The former bastions of triumphant craft Wither to memories of a crumbling land Paradoxical is perpetual search A grasp for stars on the canyon's edge The wanting scribe lost in endless space The echoes fading of his perfect race The answer lies in the face of two The minds of ours, the planetary strew A macro-historical symphony A song encompassing the universal sea O crafter of music, you shall leave at once The song of songs awaits within and out Your task pervades all endeavors hence The championing craft of all existence
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(lyrics by Travis Kalbe) Perfect invention with what intentions? Cosmos creation, cosmic cremation Vision unclear, shrouded in mist All fades to black, burnt to a crisp Answers found, existence lost Time unbound, paradoxical cross Turbines roar into the cosmos, transcending continual threads Vacuum bursts at the seams, ides of time spill forth with dread Implosions collapsing the skyscape, cacophonous horrors Destroy, torn into shreds, science spills blood from its ploy
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Statuesque sands quivering before the roaring blue’s command A cradle of beige, a titan of azure The child gazes at the dormant sea, envious awe Insomniac soul shouts a yearning plea, awakening call The world grays, clamoring winds roar A thousand rippling hands lurch towards the shore An earthen slumber to aquatic rage Encircling water, a numb child on the tidal stage Strength drifts from my lungs, breath lies atop the waves Blue fades to black, a casket awaits my fall The maw of the deep, expand, retract The fangs of sleep upon my breadth Air, glorious air! A celestial wisp! Heavy water tears doom’s grasp Rising into the aperture, a new land Lustrous paradise entombed by sleep, citadels echoing deep Denizens lost, flesh as stone Shimmering obelisk calls from the peak, insomniac youth it seeks A marble altar’s lullaby Restlessness saps, chrono-untap A final breath, resonation, rebirth
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Breath from stone, thought from bone Life from none, fruition Genesis from mind spans Shifting worlds doth golem hands Society rife with bio-mechs Cast astray by religious sects Creations fade with roving souls Morale demise as our craft dulls The stars beckon to us, a galaxy lies ahead Apotheosis of desolance, all barren and dead An open canvas awaits, awaiting our conjure The mold is set into our new world, material allure. Stone waters flow, bio-form seeds sow Ousters still in horror as the worlds around them grow Solar systems teem and dance as the golem lands advance Religious civil war dims into material expanse
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Congruency bisected, the solar architect Clad in blue robes east and red robes west The hallowed soil flooded by crusading oil The cords of toil drifting to the black void Infidels stain the ground with chlorophyll shoes Ominous hand of negative charge bitten by fools Forward lurch the ions and chrome, out with swamps and bogs Good riddance to the dumb hogs and their obsolete gods A spherical Olympus croons an oxygen aria Aquifer skies drift atop riptide crust Spirits of the ancients meld amidst the flora Eyes of contentment peer through the clouds For severed hands it wants Ravenous temples cascade towards infidel blood Crosshairs locked… what is this worldly tide? Breath of an ocean fills the air, a violet cloak.
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From aeons afar came the monolith towers of scale-flesh Planet to planet, looting to no end, asteroid holds, the nomad men Planetary serpent-spear gores the stone The nomads launch from the fragmentation Solar system ahead, wealth and refuge wrought Destination crosshairs locked Land of purest jade and stone beckons them Ancient relics forged by masters with open arms The pride and fire of their world pilfered, dulled Unsuspecting nobles’ eyes unfurl, tower in the sky Mountains shatter like glasswork, titanic protrusion roars Panic ensues in search, triumphant totems unfound Culture lost at nomad’s greed, elders waiting to die, implosion-bound
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In an ocean sphere lies a behemoth, upon his shell a biome doth lie A peaceable sentinel, he guards the deep As a structure of iron falls from the sky A wonderous land of emerald sights Behold! Our refuge from sulfurous fright This eden hums and teems with life Beneath this soil, calm movement is rife The nuclear pyre, now just a thought Our journey has ceased, our rebirth is wrought Begone with these insufferable trees This terrace is ours, expand to the seas. Welcome, friends, to my humble world Upon my shell, you may take what you need But, my fruits are not yours to raze Preserve this beauty for all of your days This island's borders press, the forests must burn, level out Wastes exiled to water, seas locked in shroud The lonely oak crubles, blood of a god stains the hallowed grass Eyes to the soil, shame restrains all, soul of the world in hand Descent Aquatic feather, Colossus's fate in stone Flesh dissipated, the biosphere's meal awaits Oxygen crisps as crimson engulfs the surface Crimson waters spread, the ocean's own watery grave
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Geocentrism 15:20
Upon a pedestal of palms I sit. Without a word, the torch drops Gold and blood pumped into fantasy The land god ails, her bandages fallacy The crew of man sets his vessel ablaze I must return to sea from this song of tragedy Of pride and triumph our guest writes in black He casts our world to the cosmos’s back Bind his poisonous hands and try him for slander The tale of man shall bellow like thunder Marooned on soil, trapped as a troubadour Merrick A cyan pall, the archives fade from my blackening mind A strangled call, movements melt into the aether A frozen hall, the archivists’ fate turns to ash in my hands The symphony’s dead, development unresolved Earth is saved, the freakshow is over Invasion by lies and Snowden-esque cries Stomped from existence and sheep realigned Burn the shuttles and our knowledge of space The black void is naught but a cesspool of sinners Humanity shines as the angelic race!

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The Archivists have perfected their society, eliminating all scarcity and injustice, at the cost of all outside contact. As they reach out to archive and bind together the galaxies around them, their own identity begins to collapse.

In a last ditch effort to maintain their own society while becoming greater citizens of the universe, the Archivists send their greatest composer out to write a symphony of the universe. In its journey, the composer observes mysticism, repression, unity in the face of adversity, and reckless destruction of worlds and resources.

We join the Archivist as it reflects upon its work so far and the effects of a widened social perspective. Upon the horizon is our planet Earth, where a most unexpected fate awaits the Archivist.

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released March 12, 2016

Troy Atkinson - Guitars, vocals
Noah Atkinson - Percussion, vocals
Jake Deiotte - Bass, keys, sound manipulation, vocals
Travis Kalbe - Guitars
Zack Scofield - Additional guitar on "Serpentine Maelstrom"
Olivia Forrester - Voice acting on "Geocentrism"

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jake Deiotte
Album art by Noah Atkinson

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