He Who Rides Immolated Horses

by Stone Healer

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released August 18, 2015

Recorded and mixed by Dave Kaminsky at Studio Wormwood (www.studiowormwood.com)
Mastered by Nick Zampiello at New Alliance East (www.newallianceeast.com)
Artwork by Casey Stone-Pirrie (www.caseystonepirrie.com)

All music and lyrics written by Dave Kaminsky, with lyrical contributions on "The Scythe In My Heart" and "Lark's Head" from Matt Kaminsky
Drum performances by Matt Kaminsky
Guest vocals on "He Who Rides Immolated Horses" by Sean Hart and Lindsay Vitola
Guest vocals on "The Scythe In My Heart" by Lindsay Vitola

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Track Name: He Who Rides Immolated Horses
A storm of light once took me
and graceful was it's thrust
Across land and sea she carried us

A man can see only so far
before what's near turns blurry
But a man can yearn with fiery lust

Yet the pain of heart is eased by none
But a man can love the burn of the flame

Where does the soul's journey transform
Into a martyrdom?
For my steed engulfed in flames
and I'm saddled with trust
That we won't ride too close - too close to the sun

He who rides immolated horses
Bounds forth on plumes of lead
He who rides immolated horses
Trades his golden mane for hair of ash
He who rides immolated horses
Bounds forth on plumes of lead
He who rides immolated horses
Gives his light to live in constant dread
Track Name: Unconditional
"Wistful eyes breed apathy,"
A teacher once told me
"Longing heart poisons the soul,"
She warned as if foretold

Empathy cruelly feigned
Her voice was taut with pain
"Turn to God, remove your mask
or your flame will turn to ash."

Like the darkness inside you, you'll succumb to me
(I know what you are)
In the shadows you creep but there's no hiding
(My hooks in your soul)
Denying your pact is stealing your soul from me

Watchful eyes gleam fear on me
Assailant she proves to be
Languishing heart under her spell
Alone with none to tell

Death for me - is it my end?
I'm told I must repent
"Help me now, or kill me - your choice."
How I longed to stop her voice
Track Name: The Scythe In My Heart
It took just a moment,
I felt the shape of her breath
cascaded in haze
Sealed across my brow,
with love I embraced this shoulder to weep on
hewn in front of me.

A kiss of it's palm
releases from it's clutching fog
A shimmering grace of wings
pulling away stained glass confusion
to reveal in colors

The scythe in my heart
was put there to blossom
and it pared my center in two
Ask me to face the grace of God
his love looked nothing like you

A kiss of it's palm
releases from it's clutching fog
A shimmering grace of wings
pulling away stained glass confusion
to reveal in colors
Track Name: Lark's Head
Left bare, one crooked branch
Leafless, alone nothing grows there
A great tree before I let the rot take hold
Suspend me from your arm, let your skin fuse with my knot

Rail against the fight of life
Don't try to hold your breath, you chose me
Two stitches cheating time, alone they wept
You tied the loop that binds the tension

Here, I fetch this rope
Wring it 'round my shoulders
Here, I fetch this rope
Arrange me like a lark's head

Fail at last, I do concede
The sweet appeal of thread seduces me
This easing now I feel, a change of heart
Or just a gentle plea to turn back?

Left bare, one crooked branch
Leafless, alone nothing grows there
A great tree before I let the rot take hold
Suspend me from your arm, let your skin fuse with my knot

Free I am from this body
But will my spirit hang eternally?
The smiling face of time waits with me
For the sin in life to be forgiven

Here, I fetch this rope
Wring it 'round my shoulders
Here, I fetch this rope
Arrange me like a lark's head