The History Weave

by Sentinel

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released August 14, 2013

All music and lyrics by Sentinel (www.facebook.com/sentinelaus)
Produced, mixed and mastered at "Parallel Recording and Live Sound" (www.facebook.com/parallelrecording)
Album artwork by The Art and Design of Brock Chamings (www.facebook.com/brockchamings)
Guest vocals on "The History Weave" performed by Morgan Dodson of Stories (www.facebook.com/storiesaus)
Guest vocal production on "The History Weave" by Galactic Rat Productions (www.facebook.com/galacticratproductions)

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Track Name: Disparity
(In the beginning there was only two.
In the beginning there was balance.
This was only enough for one.
The balance must be shifted.)

From the void I was born and so too was my brother
My only wish and desire to plant life and watch it flourish
To take pride in all I’ve wrought

Reducing everything so there would be only us two
I moulded matter to sustain
He dismantled all and revelled at the emptiness

And in desperation I offer a truce
A time in which to build and watch my spawn rise to fulfillment
Encased in one born by my will my brother will remain until the vessel expires
A contract bound by word and bond

In the sealing of the pact I entrap my Brother
Willingly shackled within the prison of the Vessel
The misguided trust of Death

Deception!

How can I live with what I’ve done to my family?
This rings of fratricide
Other side of my heart, forgive my transgression
It was for countless others

I have beguiled you with promises far too sweet
My work shall remain safe from your errant grasp

Soul severed
Family betrayed
Forgive what I have done

A god imprisoned for eternity
An eternity to seethe in betrayal

Please forgive what I’ve done
Track Name: Isolation Point
The eternal figure again on his throne
In my home of cloud obscured isolation
With the stars, my fading comfort

I’ve etched my memories into the blackened stone; carved my sadness in its solid surface
Markings that will never let me forget my travels through time

These recollections recorded within graven stone shall linger infinitely
Forevermore they will tell of mine and humanity’s journey
They will speak of the rise of man and its subsequent fall
They will speak of mans’ promise and its entrapment by greed

I will remain as the fibre of the ages

In madness my scribblings, scrawlings and scratching adorn the walls
I’ve found comfort in lucidity’s lack
This weight of responsibility is crushing my soul

And from the perilous tip of Isolation Point I see them delving into deprivation
Each day more despair is poured into the walls of Isolation

The dull cadence of the voice of darkness whispering in my mind

(Both the voice and I share the same thought)
“I’m just hoping for an end”
Track Name: Envy of the Empty
I'm waiting for the frailty of the mind to manifest in my body
In the blink of an eye I've witnessed civilisations and morals die
I despise this wretched body so set on eternal perseverance

I have seen the life leave far too many eyes
Gasping and grasping at my arm
Begging for a saviour
Time has forgotten me here, but I have forgotten nothing
I am the Vessel

Souls fleeing to location unknown
Shells withered and vacant
Hollowed vessels
Envy of the empty

Is this just all my imagination?
Is this just the workings of a mind gone mad?

I'm losing will, losing hope, losing faith and sanity
I am losing the belief that this will eventually work out
Can someone, something, give me an answer to why I have to shoulder this burden alone?
Why can't someone ease this weight I bear?

An eternity of memories and whisperings
It claws and eats away at the framework of my mind
Unraveling reason and begging for excision
Track Name: Cynic
The days became longer, or so it seemed. The nights became colder, or so it seemed. Everything became harder for the Vessel, this I acknowledged as truth
Never had I, he (I don’t even know if the Vessel is me anymore), thought it would be this difficult or this tiresome to carry out the task given by Life. The premise was simple, contain the evil so humanity could grow to glory. The deception was enormous, humanity would only rise to its promise for a brief moment and then it would feast on itself in a gesture of total depravity. The rose that was the beauty of humanity withered with terrifying speed.
I watched from my mountain, my home, my sanctuary. I watched them figure out amazing things. I watched as they learned of compassion, generosity, love, the bittersweet beauty of grief. These they took with an open heart and a pure mind. They lived in perfect harmony and many a time their simple acts of a good life were enough of a balm to my soul that the voice of Darkness would not trouble me for many moons after. For all its taunting and whisperings it would do nothing to shift the feeling of total serenity that came from watching my flock, for such is how I viewed them. I was their ever watchful shepherd who would hide in shadows and guide with an invisible, careful hand.
But then, of a sudden, they started to change. They were no more content with their lot in life. They grew envious of others wealth, no matter how marginal the amount. They became discontent with labour, they found no joy in a sore back from a hard day’s work under a beautiful sun. They employed their cleverness to build things to make their life easier so they would have more time for themselves. This was only slightly troubling, for I too felt these same stirrings of emotions. Many a time had I noticed a stirring jealousy for the people who didn’t carry the enormity of Death inside their mind. It must be so simple to go day by day without malevolence inside their very being. I would while away many an hour wondering if there was some means to invent a device which might house Death or at least quiet its voice. Alas, my dreaming availed me nothing. So their changes worried me only but a little for I could sympathise.
Then, one day, it all changed.
In one of the few times I let myself down from Isolation Point I found myself a family man. I was roped into the family with barely an introduction, for their need was dire. The father had been killed in a freak accident and they needed someone to fill the gap as chief provider. With great hesitance I slotted into their simple life and soon found myself happier than I had in many an age.
But if my eternal life has taught me one thing it is this; Good things cannot last forever. To think otherwise is the epitome of idiocy.
It was a day like any other, the sun rose, birds sang and we worked. It was normal. Then, from nowhere, came men brandishing various weapons. They came with great determination and expressions that looked carved from stone. With unfaltering pace they came to the house, grabbed the smallest child and cut her throat before my eyes. No words, no apparent motive, just mindless butchery. Watching the life fade from tiny eyes would be the straw that would break the camel’s back, the one pebble to start an avalanche.
They then set on a course of destruction that would scar my memory forever and leave me cold and empty as the stone I would call my home.
I found evil had a new name; one that was not Death, or the Darkness, or The End. The name of corruption was Humanity.
I ran. Not out of fear of death, for I cannot die, but out of fear of seeing the true nature of the people I would save by containing the darkness.
To watch their rapid decent was terrifying. Wars began over trivial issues, rape became common practice, life became a valueless thing and they did away with people with not even a thought. The lack of regard for the sanctity of life, harmony with nature, being good for the sake of being good, brought tears to my eyes that would not stop for days.
This was many thousands of years ago and since then people have grown increasingly clever but also unkind, disconnected, heartless. I can’t even find a connection besides the physical to them anymore.
They go about with minds of gluttony, lust, debauchery and total callousness. They have no regard for anyone other than themselves. They have built many a monument in testament to their own ‘magnificence’ and Life has become no more than a memory, a tale to be whispered about with tones of ridicule and sarcasm.
I don’t know why I bother with them anymore. I don’t even know why I bother with these writings either. No one will ever read them and if they did they would surely think them the ravings of a lunatic. Maybe they would be right; maybe that is what I actually am. What person in their right mind would keep a force of destruction from wiping out what is clearly the biggest mistake Life has ever made? This is a question I keep asking myself. Unfortunately, it also a question I find no comfortable answer for.
I’m finding nothing good of these people and I am growing weaker in my resolve and these writings are doing nothing but causing a desolation of the soul.
The Vessel has become the Cynic and struggles with upholding his task of protecting mankind. But why should he, I (again I don’t know who I am or who He is now), protect them? Why protect a miserable disappointment that shows no sign of any kind of decency? These questions trouble an already fragile heart. The cracks in my mental armour are spreading and there is no one who can help me.
I have cried out in despair and rage for Life to manifest on this wretch of rock and earth but I have found no response. I am truly alone. I scoff at the thought, realising I would cherish it If only such was the case. I am never truly alone for the voice of the Darkness is always but a thought away, never relenting with its constant chatter of doom, death and damnation. Maybe I should finally give in to its demands. They no longer seem that unrealistic. Wipe the slate clean; punish Life for its arrogance.
But this shall not be the day. I have at least one more day of searching and pleading for Life. If I find no response then I fear my barriers shall break and I will not be able to fight off the madness. Death will finally have its wish and I will finally die. Oh, such a beautiful tragedy should it transpire. Obtaining obliteration would be the greatest gift I have ever received. And I need only look inside to find it. The temptation is truly terrifying. I quiver at the thought but whether from fear or excitement, I know not. The answer to that question may be more terrifying than anything I have witnessed in my endless life.
I’m breaking. This may be the last time I carve words into this stone. I can feel the end approaching. And I welcome it.

- The Cynic, The Vessel, The Guardian, The Shepherd, The Betrayed.
Track Name: The History Weave (ft. Morgan Dodson)
I’m forced to walk forever
Shouldering the burden of the ever mounting days
Continually awaiting the end of interminable time

The fractures in this facet of humanity are mirrored in my heart
I have the faintest memory of a perfect place

This is the unravelling of the history weave

If only my body could disappear as the fabric of time frays
I seek self-destruction with burning intensity
Arresting the looming destruction and suffering for those who know me not
When will I be gifted the chance to vacate this life?

Grasp the bonds and feel shivers of anticipation
One moment of cowardice, one moment of bravery
When did the two become one?
One final moment of release and I shall know the sweet grace of peace

Words spat with an acid tongue to corrode my will, will cease

Stormy sick skies separate
A ray of purity pierces the looming shadows and shows me light again

To be finally comforted once more by the hands of the Father
To feel safe as I have not in ages
Sagacious words are a promise of rebirth
Given the chance to start myself, to start everything, again
I shall be reborn fresh and the world with me

The rain to wash away my pain
The rain to wash away everything

The earth revitalised and humanity given a clean slate
The grey-washed landscape now a picture of infinite colour

With this resurgence I return to my hopeful self
This convalescence will make me whole again

The History Weave remains
Track Name: Hereafter
I've finally found peace
Throughout the countless cycles of despair and agony
Finally abating in their oppressive weight
Freedom welcomes me

I am tasting sunshine with the soul of a free man
I am breathing fresh air with new found appreciation
No more decay, no more betrayal, no more frailty of spirit
I've found a world of purity that was hiding right beneath me

A diamond in the rough, tarnished steel now shining bright again
Trees in full bloom never looked so beautiful
Because of this new found hope that I will not relinquish

I've got new found strength and a resolve to match
This will be the cherished gift of a new man

The sun will warm my back and the air will fill my lungs
As long as my heart keeps beating
I'll never forget these simple joys
I'll radiate

Each beat of my heart pulses contentment
I will radiate

(And in the end there was peace. And that was enough for all.)