The Ascetic Paradox

Lyrics

Our Beautiful Decay

Bleed for you, I will deny the truth, I will die for you, I will kill for you
I will fight for you. I will crawl for you. I will fall for you. I will hang for you.
Be buried alive for you. I will fight for you. I will lie for you.
Who is the hunter, who is the prey? Get on your knees humble slave!

Tear the chrysalis, let your wings come undone.
Apocryphal ritual, taste the fire on your tongue,
Just like Icarus fly high to the sun.
Behold your precious Eden bleeds black! Your tongue.
Welcome! My dear sweetest friend. To our beautiful decay.

Who is the hunter, who is the prey? Get on your knees humble slave!
Hey, are those ashes in your eyes?
Tell me what do you think we’ll find?
Are you dancing with your shadows?
Hey, is that madness in your mind?
You milk the moon/stars and choke on its/ their light
Are you dancing in the shadows?

The world spins to chaos, angels shuck and demons jive
Dreams turn to nightmares, while the serpent swallows the light
Just like Prometheus
Let death be your bride.
Behold your sacred Eden burns black!
Welcome! My dear sweetest friend. To our beautiful decay.
Who is the hunter, who is the prey? Get on your knees humble slave!

I will lie for you. I will fight for you. I will crawl for you. I will fall for you. I will drown for you. I will burn for you.
I will hang for you. Be buried alive for you. I will lie for you. I will fight for you. I will crawl for you. I will fall for you. I will bleed for you. I will deny the truth, I will die for you. I will kill for you.

Lament of sorrow
For lives so hollow
Sacred alters, dystopian hymns
Burn with knowledge!
Burn with power!

An Idle Mind Is The Devil's Workshop

Look into my eyes, see a blackened tomorrow
A future in ashes, sweet chaos uninvited…

The forsaken cry for salvation
While the languid sit on their thrones
When will they learn?
When their souls burn?

Look into my heart, see a shattered mirror
Tears the face off my mask
Dancing blind in a vortex

The forsaken beg for salvation
While the monsters rule on their thrones
When will you learn? When your soul burns?

Look into my soul
See a bleeding future
Taste shadows of forever
The broken and the blessed…

The forsaken die for salvation
While the chosen reign on their thrones
When will I learn? When my soul burns?

(Still) Born Again

Shadow play fantasy. Society on the brink of ruin.
The ornate puppets snap their delicate strings.
Bleed the soul of the mindless machine.
Shadow play reality. A monument built with blood and flesh.
The cognizant masses need their opiate milk and myrrh their daily bread.

Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor
Heed the piper, lethal viper
Civilization Zero—poison for the chosen

Ash to ash, dust to dust, what is flesh if it loses its soul?
Watch you split the sheltering womb, wandering ghosts have no home
Are we (still) born again?

Where was I when then earth froze in blood and fire?
Where were you when the flames lashed out and reached even higher?
How I miss the oblivion’s kiss.
How I wish the bullet would not miss. How I watch it all burn down.
Building blocks—crumbling down

How I scrub at scarlet stains
How I crave for the whip’s caress
How I confess all my immaculate sins.
Memories chained in the catacombs of flesh.

Freedom fighter—freedom’s captor
Heed the piper, lethal viper

We die a little to live.
Are we (still) born again?
We live a little to die again.
Are we (still) born again?

Rush Through The Twilight Silver Slithering Stream

The divine reign of the gloriously mundane will surely end
Let the sullen grey void suck you in and spit out your splinters
Familiarity breeds contempt. Is misery your company? A broken toy in a monster’s war.
A tear that’s spit in the rain, a stain of fear in an insane mind in hell
The silent sound of humanity’s death knelt.
Your throne is in fact your hearse. Your blessing is also your curse.

Vilipend the vainglorious, the crestfallen in their quagmire
Sticks and stones, shall I grind your bones to make my bread?
Bleed feelings from phantom limbs, from salvation to immortal sin
Forgotten glories, rusted trophies, the smiling scars within

They cannot see, they cannot feel
What they scatter dead seeds in a nocturnal breeze.
We will only bend for what we cannot break
Rush through the silver slithering stream

Picture perfect prejudice, the judge and jury are all guilty
Society is indiscriminate—it’s live and let live—live and let’s kill
Ameliorate passion, live for fashion, die for profit
Stab the eyes out of this world’s last great prophet.

They cannot see, they cannot feel
What they scatter dead seeds in a nocturnal breeze.
We will only bend for what we cannot break
Rush through the silver slithering stream

The stage is dark now the lights are dim.
Through the echoes of the last encore still silently scream.
Down in cold fire—drink its frozen flame—finally be complete.
The dead may still dream—rush through the twilight silver slithering stream

Calm

I know your sorrow
Stars collide while the raven pecks your frozen tears.
I feel your sadness
Like winter frost burning dreams of blinded seers.
Thief of life, usurper of light.
Thief of knowledge, free will has a price.

Out of the hands / heart / soul of innocence / temperance / vehemence
The messenger torn in time
Into their raging tempest.
To be nestled by thy / in thy / in my calm

Fallen seraph unbroken.
Tearing a hole in a grey scarred universe.
Swim in a sea of shattered glass.
Like a dark lament, echoes of screaming silence stirs
Thief of life, usurper of light.
Thief of knowledge, free will has a price

I will bleed. A crashing star into an abyss
I will rise. A phoenix ascending within.
Eternity; sways in pale moonlight
Destiny; the messenger torn in time

Axioma

What is real?
What is true?
Taste your dreams, touch the sun,
Hear whispers of your deepest fears
Taste your dreams, touch the sun
Let the divine thief collect your hollow tears.
Ever after, now no more
Hear distant laughter, time moves too slow

Far sight birthright
The seer has turned to stone
A dove bleeding in stark white snow
Has soaked the earth to its cones
Silent night, chaos night.
The stranger you never really know
Time no more, fate no more
The one’s who betray you the most are the ones that you know

Love is a wound you fill with glass
The archaic void that stained black class
As fragile dreams bleed into the sea
The winds carry suffering’s cry, are we never free?

Light blinds the tortured night
Star shot eyes shine from yonder skies
Never after, forever more
Proverbial disaster
Silence is spun to gold

Never after, forever more

Let The Wolves Come & Lick Thy Wounds

Whisper to me oh my anaesthesia.
The meek shall inherit the earth today
Oh sing to me oh my blessed amnesia
What once was asunder is whole once again

Drifting in and drifting out, of consciousness of paramount.
Media—power slave, welcome fame—hate the change.
Broke thy cage. Flew away
Trust Morpheus to tame your dreams
The more you burn—the more you learn
Where echoes stir—the nameless yearn
Hollow dreams cloud your mind
Fill the darkness with your light
Star of wonder star so bright
The blind lead their own to paradise
They shattered his iron resolve
They built him up just to tear him down
They crowned him king
When he was a young they stained his name till he was done
They stained his name till he was done

Let the wolves come lick and thy wounds

The howling wolves roar outside.
Raising black dust and grime
Riding on shapeless mist.
Snapping at Achilles’ heels.
How they feast their sallow eyes.
Licking, snarling, bloody lips.
Will the world’s chosen prey, possibly be still salvaged?
A serpentine, twisted life, fill the darkness with your light.
Star of wonder, star so bright.
Every conscious martyr is crucified.
They devoured her self esteem.
They fed her pride just to win her smile.
They crowned her queen
Then watched her sin.
Scarring thoughts in a broken mind.
Scarring thoughts in a broken mind.

Let the wolves come lick and thy wounds.

And Now We Shall Bring Them War!

Tell me how your conscience lies?
Do you trade all your virtues for vanity?
Tear those stitches from your eyes
The sky is burning red, the world is painted opaque

You! Sheep in wolves clothing
Are you a watcher of the damned?
You! Do you thirst for glory? Do you still search for your promised land?
I can’t see with these nails driven in my eyes. I can’t feel with the flesh flayed off my hide.

And now we shall bring them war
And now we shall quell their flame.
And now we shall bring them war and fight them till the end.

See your world is burning
See your world is fading
See your world is bleeding
Perfect darkness falling

Angels crash from burning skies
Drive the spear deep in my side
Angels fall from blackening skies
Crown of shame, I wear it all the time

You! Sheep in wolves clothing
Are you a watcher of the damned?
You! Do you crave for glory?
Do you still search for your promised land?
I can’t be loyal having denied you thrice
I can’t tame the beast within my mind.

I’ll baptize you in fire
I’ll bathe you in ice
I’ll engulf you in rapture and pluck the sun and the moon from the skies
I’ll baptize you in fire
I’ll bathe you in ice
I’ll engulf you in rapture and milk the darkness of its light.

Story

The Ascetic Paradox was released in October 2015, the band’s second Concept Full Length album and the Ensemble’s Fourth.  Produced and Engineered by Ravin David Ratnam at Paragon Music Studio, otherwise known as T.A.P., showed the ensemble at the height of internal strife still churn out a body of work that is complex, innovative, sophisticated and layered with shocks and surprises  packing a powerful punch to the senses. Perhaps the finest example and representation of Pure Sri Lankan Metal ‘T.A.P.’ highlighted beautiful artwork by Madhri Samaranayake complimenting the concept of the record with unique Merchandize released to accompany the album. From the local flavored ‘Our Beautiful Decay’ to the Thrash/Speed Progster ‘An Idle Mind is the Devil’s Workshop’ to the 13 minute monster ‘And Now We Shall Bring Them War!’ to the haunting ‘Let the Wolves Come and Lick Thy Wounds’ featuring classical baritone Sanjeev Niles and C.C. of Salvage it is an album that is certainly not an easy listen but grows like darkness unraveling at dusk on a winter day.

The Ascetic Paradox

Title : Hollow Dreams
Release Date : June 27, 2013
Format : CD