All instruments,vocals and cover art by Rashid Abdel Ghafur

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Keith R. Szudarski at SubTower, Missoula, Montana June 2021

Mastering and additional guitar by Kyle Petrilli at Volpeil Studios, Missoula, Montana July 2021

Lyrics, theme and graphic design by Ruego

Please purchase the cassette from Ruego - ruego.bandcamp.com/merch


Gathered like every full moon night
Around the genuflected man shaped stone
Its glow the sole light besides flame
That’s yet to forsake our kind
Its face painted sharp an everlasting moan

We sing for our memories to live on
Atop the buried coin and metal that we once hoarded
That long ago lost its worth

So we join the figure in its sacred moan
We bury the trees and we bury the stream
For no one can now wash away our shame
We cry in the name of our sin

Forlorn are the times of excess
Long gone are the days of the hive, coated in gold
The newborn now open their eyes
To the arid plains of tomorrow

No flowers grow on the metal carcass
No waters fall on our empty husks
Without path or purpose or light to guide us
Time and again we baptize the soil with our entrails
In heartbroken ceremony

Callous, ignorant conception!
Black, gluttonous orifice!
We were born from a wish
And from the wish was born too
A world almost impregnable
Where all that was born from us is denied

From a time where wisdom laid in ink not song
Remained the scrolls beneath dust and wood
The silhouettes dance gracefully on the script
Ancient theories, unsigned
Speak of this world viscous and pure

Long forgotten is the name
We had given to the language of scripts
Yet eternal is its force
As the signs are born from purpose

Taken by their ancient allure
Daring to take in the grace
The silhouettes make their way from the scrolls
To the eyes
The mouth
The heart
Of the unsuspecting
And with a sole heartbeat, spellbound, propels its life to sacrality

An instant forever burning
With the fury of a billion dreams

Swayed by the waterfalls sparking with sapphire
Corneas ablaze with the refracting satellites divine
The soil stretches its loving arms
The flora’s embrace overtakes

A landscape that bears no breathing forms but itself
The ever perpetuating majesty speaks
Stacking layers unending, its harmony so mystifying
Drowning, fluorescence, a holy script
Contains the last sentence for men

To never taste this holiness
To forget their foundation
Sand survives their frail creation
And their dreams lay malformed inside Tendre’s womb

One with the divine,
One with the sand, each like a grain
Dreams eroded trapped inside
Frozen tears in the temples of angels
Our kind holds on, we are vines on the ruin’s fallen walls

Swarmed by Tendre’s eternal ephemera
Filled the muscle like cement
With Mouth open, petrified glow
Stands the figure through the years
We gather every full moon crying
For we are the children of the shadows

Fortitude or annihilation, there could have been no other way to put an end to this. Under an eternal mirage projected in the sky, we curl and conceive. But awareness is now an extenuated limb that dissolves and returns to the soil, to settle in cavernous earth - we never expected to undo ourselves across the fabric of creation, far beyond concepts that drove our civilization into a corner.

We were born from a wish, never to fulfill our matter and honor the flesh, but that does not mean we didn’t try to lunge at the future, if only to miserably fail, faced with smug. Orography adapted to the shapes of our demise, and swirled around moving with it the broken ceremonies that commemorate their existence -tradition has convexed into performative summoning, manifesting the righteousness of a flawed ego.

An earthy scent in the vacuum, did I try to embrace what was hidden from me? Only because I tried to scavenge a feeling so pure, which was indeed forbidden, there were things that I had to give up for the sake of this awareness. A Promethean impulse that sparks from within, the artefacts that have surely conjured an element of chaos in this frame of constancy calling upon me to join a conjecture of reality, spread along the rim of perception.