Panopticon - The Scars Of Man On The Once Nameless Wilderness [Full Album]

Lyrics to The Scars Of Man on The once Nameless Wilderness [Full Album] Panopticon 

Tracklist: 01. The Moss Beneath The Snow The final snow has fallen The north wind fell silent Rushing waters awaken Yet the worlds are still Wandering ghost In the valleys On the verge speckled hills And the north awakens from winter's chill How many more glorious winters will we survive? There may only be a few Perhaps we'll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow Perhaps we'll never know But the answer will haunt us So ask the moss beneath the snow 02. The Wandering Ghost 03. Four Walls Of Bone 04. A Cross Abandoned 05. Beast Rider Foot left the road By the temperance river Superior ringing dreams She passed through valleys Upon scalloped hills Now thick as the aspen woods Winter was short Abnormally dry Snowfall had been so slight The sun had set Yet the journey she made Under the Northern Lights But the cabin wasn’t far For a drunkard So she followed the guide of the stars The thaw had been early But not a stitch of green And the fear grew in her heart She stumbled through the spruce Turned a blind corner Just shy of a cabin up the way There it stood Like a tall dark shadow Bringer of her last day Morning came; They scoured the woods But there was neither sight nor sound And to this day There are no remains A wallet is all they found But if you listen Between the waves There echoes her last breath drawn Under the northern lights By the temperance river She rides that beast into the dawn 06. Not Much Will Change When I'm Gone 07. Echoes In The Snow 08. The Itch So you're gonna' fix our problems Lining your old friends pockets For new jobs and a stronger economy Bring back American jobs From distant foreign shores When for years you sent them all overseas Adopt a conservative agenda Attack your predecessors With rhetoric as blood as it can be Issue license to anyone For acting like an asshole Credence to every bigot in this country Your arguments are flimsy, logic paper thin Exactly like your skin seems to be Closing off the borders Rapid fire executive orders Implement your immigration policy It's time to take responsibility Instead of passing blame For the heritage of shit that we pass on Take a deep look in the mirror Stop trying to make fine art From the lines in the sand that we've drawn Make things crystal clear I certainly don't blame you And I don't give a damn Who lives in that house You are just a symptom of an inherited disease You can't always blame the itch on the louse 09. At The Foot Of The Mountain So proud and tall, but endure the days Back at you as they see And at times, you grant my request Just before the rain Ambivalent, spiked, of stone And as the darkness falls You're all dressed in distant scars And I will sleep in your arms Distant hills lay silent How in these autumn days You're clothed in rain clouds, For weeks And I'll grow to resent you Just as the night falls, And I'm reminded That the cold wind would blow right through me If it weren't for you If it weren't for you That the cold wind would blow right through me If it weren't for you if it weren't for you And as the darkness falls You're all dressed in distant scars And I will sleep in your arms Distant hills lay silent 10. The Devil Walked The Woods The devil walked the woods this morning Drifting through the mist Pleased with his deeds He sighed a serpents hiss The barren grounds and snowless winters brought him a wry smile Decayed remains of long dead spruce were strewn about piles He strode aside the oil-sheen dressed woodland lake shores The songless birds lay rotten Silent for ever more The level fields of decaying stumps He smiled at his work And when he'd gloated long enough He made a left hand-turn To head for home and rest his bones By fires gentle light And dream of wastelands putrescent Destroyed by his sight He cursed the evening loon calls that rose him from his sleep And the joyous side of autumn meek He could never seek He stumbled up the cobble stones to his cabin door When inside kicked off his boots all muddied on the floor Passed the mirror in the hall A familiar sight to see A face he'd known for oh so long And the reflection it was me

(01:41:00) The Itch (01:46:16) (Cowering) At The Foot Of The Mountain (01:55:25) The Devil Walked The Woods