From the recording Elevensies
R.L. Clark Guitars, Keys, Vocals
S.J. Clark Bass
J.C. Clark Guitars
J.R. Turner Vocals
Lyrics
I
See
Them move
Behind the veil
Hands that weave fate
Threads of shadow and light
Sewn in silence, unseen
I walk this line, grey as the storm
Pulled by black, beckoned by white
But I stand still, neutral, watching
They play their games, the ancient ones
The Watchers pull the strings of man
Born of the dust, we're all the same, but we
Fall to one side, bright or dark, in this war…
I am the grey, I see their plans
The Nephilim rise, old blood in new skin
Fallen gods whisper into our dreams
Behind closed doors, they scheme again
The children of the seed take form
The pilgrim stands in silent scorn
Stands in silent scorn...
I witness the lines they draw in blood
Between the first breath and the last sigh
We are caught in the tide of their war, unseen
Their whispers echo, but I know the truth
I walk in the shadows they fear, unclaimed
The pilgrim watches the seed take root
In hearts that falter, in minds that burn
Ancient eyes peer through time's veil
Watching as the worlds collide again
But I remain, unmoved by their might
Neither dark nor light, but in between
I am the grey, and I see them all.