Visions

from Many Fine Dragons by Fyrce Muons

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VISIONS

In the deep lower levels, in the expanse of the great cathedral. Worshippers glide among the dim purple light. With their bleached skin and tiny eyes they cast on high, the mutants bathe in the sound and sight of The Oracle on the huge screens above. Our heroes implore them to ignore the sirens and the mass begins to dance. Finding refuge in even deeper caves, our heroes wander amongst the scattering specters, and a seed begins to swell.

THE RABBLE

Out of darkness
Into light
Solemn winter
From our site

THE ORACLE

Lift up oh thee poor souls
Work thee beyond this ashen life
Dream to breathe with thine own distance
For lasting peace thy pale resistance

M

Faded hearts
Consensual station
Faith is disease
The weather of nations
Hold and choose
Walking in rhythm
Hiding here
Praying for lies

THE RABBLE

Out of darkness
Into light
Solemn winter
From our site

PEA

Come along
Bury dreaming
Come along
You are able
Come along
Out of evening

THE ORACLE

To rise above thy fist of fear
Peace fills beyond the flesh and bone
The next life shines on thy present grim

THE RABBLE

Brighter visions in the night
Come to guide us in the fight

M

Words of Gods
Hiding the anger
See the smile
Turning to hatred
Feeding them
All that they ask for
On your backs
And prone to their will

THE ORACLE

Victory is the peace of death
Praise be for all who conquer the earth

PEA

Paradise
Only blinding
Raise the dead
Hear them waking
Mystery
Just pretending

THE ORACLE

Climb thy ever ending stair
Give thy life to be up there

PEA

Pale specters abound in this dim cavern
They wander like zombie moths towards their flickering idol

M

This is the deep
Where life itself is short and hope is an avenging angel
They have no need for sunlight
Too deep for too many generations
Their eyes can only see in dreams

PEA

The dreams of a parasite
Cold steel of the chosen, like Dolos in this game of hope and servitude
He is much more evil in this and seeks to end the rise
The carriers come through our steamy gates
To use the very air we breathe
And saving all who live above
To lay the waste on the lower breed

M

Then we must amass and make it soon
For now our choice is down to one
To rise in force and sieze the air

PEA

It seems perhaps another play
May come to light in secret ways
I feel a chill outside my flesh
And so I’m off to face the wretch

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from Many Fine Dragons, released February 6, 2017

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Fyrce Muons San Diego, California

Forty five years of gothic space punk and electro pop reminiscent of Krautrock. Fyrce Muons continue to defy any musical genre with their provocative concept albums, improvisational and surrealistic spoken word.

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