Tome of the Future Ancients

by Ice Dragon

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1.
Words written down so long ago In a language already gone From hand of scribe Down through the pen And marked into vellum Cloaked in darkness The secret remains Hidden from us for all time The ravings of a madman Or learned scholar We may never know why Brought forth while in possession Of knowledge from other realms Through supernatural process One may obtain That which is withheld The scryer, the seer Can talk to beings Who remember the ancient days When men were more When they weren’t lost In their mathematical ways 32 gone, 240 remain Torn out by a dark mage Who knew of the power Held within They are in use to this day Herbal Astronomical Biological Cosmological Pharmaceutical When all combine Madness of the mind Destroy all life And reset time
2.
NATIAIWS 05:51
Throw away my cigarette Watch it bounce across the pavement Mindlessly walking Tryin’a figure out where the day went I don’t seem to know much of anything anymore Can’t seem to get my life back to where it was before I sit and stare at the wall I don’t know anything at all Sometimes I want to kill myself Is writing it down a cry for help? I wish you’d all leave me alone An infinite cage was my home Not all that I am is what’s shown
3.
Sometimes we need to sit in the grass Relax our minds and let the time pass Each blade has thoughts it could tell us But sometimes they won’t because they’re jealous Let our minds separate from our flesh We don’t need them anyway Relax a little and just take a rest We have nothing to do today Roots sprout from our thighs Sitting Indian style We’ve been here oh so long We’ve been here quite a while Shake the seeds out of our hair Where they land little we’s grow everywhere
4.
Watch all matter form Into giant terror worm All enemies defeat Crush, kill, mangle, eat Illuminations Foretold The coming of one through the fold Time is illusion old Nothing ever grows Entropy reigns Disorder takes hold Forever expand Forever cold
5.
There are things I hope to find I’ll be gone when they arrive There is nothing left inside Memories now lost in time In much wisdom is much grief Gaining knowledge sorrow increase In much wisdom is much grief Gaining knowledge sorrow increase I’ll run until my lungs burst From my mouth blood runs Break this prison Devour the frame Defeated by none… save myself Take shelter from thyself Bid the world farewell Spring forth from out of torment Try to steal away from hell What is this that they call life All we know is hurt and strife What is this that they call life All we know is hurt and strife I’ll run until my lungs burst From my mouth blood runs Break this prison Devour the frame Defeated by none… save myself
6.
I saw you in a constellation You were looking straight down at me With stars for eyes, you lit up the sky And even in darkness I could see Your hair fell in trails of cosmic dust Your figure connected out of the dots Will you come down to me? Or should I come up there and see? We know each other but no one knows us
7.
Bow to the virgin Prostrate thyself In the hour of death Cry forth for help Then descends From out of the pitch Cloaked in the sins You would never admit O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te O Intemerata Obsecro Te The Memitim’s come to take you away The Memitim’s come to take you away The black book of hours Upon its wrists Pray to your god This cannot exist As the heart panteth After thee From that book Beg do not read The black book of hours Opens again Upon your death Its pages read Oh god Break the teeth of their mouths Fangs of the young lions Tear out Oh god Break the teeth of their mouths Fangs of the young lions Tear out
8.
Night 07:22
NIGHT
9.
7 Root Chakra, Red 6 The Sacral, Orange 5 The Solar Plexus, Yellow 4 The Heart Chakra, Green 3 The Throat, Blue 2 The Third Eye, Indigo 1 Crown Chakra, Orchid
10.
The bearded mage Beneath a sickle moon Reads the ancient tome Lost in the glow Of the candle by the window Fire burn slow The trees are laden with snow Fire burn slow The trees are laden with snow I have ascended straight into the clouds Spoke into them and made lightning burst out All power lies in the book upon the page It lies in waiting for the bearded mage Gaze among the shelves Many hoary volumes dwell All known too well Indecision casts a staying spell Settle on the same It’s been read and read again Familiar decay Tales of hurt and sorrow and pain I have ascended straight into the clouds Spoke into them and made lightning burst out All power lies in the book upon the page It lies in waiting for the bearded mage I’ve seen my death in the flames Stared for hours on end When one gets this old He knows nothing but pain Constant pain Old and decrepit Life beginning to wane All birds fly away An image cast upon the lake By my hand the sky shall fall And the earth shall quake And the earth shall quake
11.
Adoration of Ra When riseth he In emerald horizons East of thee That which existeth That which not yet become Leadeth in his train Toweth in triumph In the name of the doorkeeper The one who does not rest I have poured the water on The cuttings of the flesh
12.

about

To Whom It May Concern:

I recently discovered the manuscript while rambling in the woods with my dog. It was a few weeks shy of the vernal equinox, and the fine ends of the trees had just begun to show green. My hound had left me alone on the trail to go nose about the scrub—and possibly ferret out something living to eat—when suddenly I heard him calling. I found him pawing furiously at the ground in front of a weird tree with a huge trunk and massive branches sprouting low. Its bark was hard as granite and almost blue in color. My dog ceased his digging and looked at me, seemingly imploring me to dig further. I loosened the soil with my knife and continued the excavation until I struck something hard: it was a bound volume bearing the engraving “Tome of the Future Ancients by Ice Dragon." Inside, the leaves were filled with inscrutable symbols, ritualistic diagrams, and illustrations of strange flora and fauna. Even the must that invaded my nose as I turned the pages was alien.

What had I found?

Once home, I began to research and quickly discovered that there was a musical entity named Ice Dragon who worked in a basement not far from where the book had been. I contacted them to see if they had hidden it as some sort of promotional stunt. When I mentioned the engraving on the front, there was a pregnant pause on their end of the line. They assured me they had no knowledge of the book. However, what they revealed next gave me pause:

They had just completed their third album, and it was titled Tome of the Future Ancients. It was to be released on the day of the equinox. Sure enough, this turned out to be true.

By now, I was almost certain they were simply in the business of creating hype. There was no doubt they were responsible for the creation and burying of the book. Or so I was convinced, until carbon dating proved ineffective, and my academic peers who specialize in cryptography responded to my inquiries with blank looks.

Then, quite simply, the book vanished. One day it was in my study, and the next it was gone. Perhaps one of my colleagues grew jealous of my discovery and stole it; perhaps the woman who cleans my house disposed of it in fear upon opening it. Truthfully? I’m almost relieved it is gone for I hadn’t experienced a restful night since bringing it into my home. My dreams were black, and my dog would bay at the threshold of the room that held the damned book.

For now, the only Tome of the Future Ancients by Ice Dragon available for study is this one. May it always be so.

—Professor Cepheus Hallow

credits

released March 20, 2012

Joe – Bass guitar, acoustic guitar, mellotron, sitar
Ron – Vocals, drums, theremin, synthesizers
Carter – Electric guitars, acoustic guitar, upright bass

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Ron’s Wrecker Service,
2011-2012

Additional musicians:
Ben – Bass guitar on “Astronomical Union”
Samantha and Werner – Vocals on “Crystal Countdown Into Alpha”

Cover image from “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” (1905).

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