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Silver and White

by Weekly Words and Grammar

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Jandek_WK Dreaming of someday beholding a physical copy of this; essential for me to fully commission the complete NCU saga-series.
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Unicorn Hole Silver and White does such an excellent job of telling the same story in music and lyrics. Mysterious, dreamy tones set the stage, then tension builds and climax. The finale sounds calm and resolved, but now the lyrics leave you wondering exactly what happened- a perfect note to end on. Two things- this music is awesome, and I'm a heckin nerd. Favorite track: Silver and White (Leylines IV).
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Nick descends from the mountains above Travel knee deep in snow through the sleet and the mud He’s chasing something that he doesn't know A mercurial whisper, frigid silver glow His destination: the capitol, Bristol A city of mages, that once was his home But time and distance have made it a stranger Shuttered by age and twenty years of snow Nick descends from the mountains above Travel knee deep in snow, through the sleet and the mud He's chasing something that he doesn’t know A mercurial whisper, frigid silver glow A constant thought is this: he senses something is amiss A mage in name but not in power He studies flow and ebb, magic that weaves a silver web And something from the south that might devour And so he travels the mountains alone Creeping dread overtakes him when he stops to think As twenty years ago the kingdom teetered on the brink Held by something otherworldly reaching from a foreign plane Something Nick fears might be reaching out once again
Bristol 02:34
Wandering, aimless, adrift in the waves Floating through memory, unquiet graves Spirits and shadows emerge from the black How could he ever think he could take it all back Walking on streets, once so familiar Nick’s thoughts can’t help but turn back onto the past The future burned, like a fire inside But innocence could never last Questing and seeking for so many days Fruitlessly searching, as light slowly fades Wandering Bristol, once more than a home Try to find something, a faint silver glow And still Nick can’t seem to shake the thought that something is amiss Three men approach him from the shadows one night “You’ve been sticking your nose somewhere it don’t belong” Unable to resist, Nick lets them lead him His trepidation only growing by the minute
The Mage 02:50
Nick is led into a room (Opulent, decadent, heavy with doom) By the fire, a Mage in a chair (An unsettling grin, a predatory air) Nick finds it hard to breathe, like he’s trapped in a tomb Only light from the fire flickers in the gloom The Mage motions to Nick, hands him a glass of wine Says “I’m glad that you’re here, but you sure took your time Because Nick, we have much to discuss.” Nick looks away, says “You must be mistaken I’m only a simple scholar from the North” His host laughs, like nails dragging on glass Says “You surely can’t think I’m as foolish as that Your appearance in Bristol was noted Not only by me but by the King’s Right Hand It’s so fortunate, friend, that we got to you first For I know that you’ll want to be part of our plan I know that you that were there, twenty years ago When we opened this world to another And I know that you fled like a rat While the King’s loyal army cut down all our brothers And I know that you made a life for yourself Growing in knowledge but not in power And I know our indelible call Is what finally drew you from your ivory tower” Nick’s hands start to shake at the Mage’s words He thought he had better hid his past The Mage, smiles, and forges ahead Says “This time we have all we need for a strike back A young mage of incredible will And a black tome recovered of old With our army we are almost poised to take control So I ask that you pledge yourself to us The Novis, like you did twenty years ago And our masters will reward your service With powers beyond anything that you know What will it be, Nick? Will you be crowned as one of the powerful few? To be one of the chosen elite In a world that the Others shall reforge anew What will it be, Nick? Will you ascend with me? What will it be?
Nick’s looks in disbelief, says “I’m not quite sure what you mean” The Mage drinks his wine and sighs, says “I’ll just spell it out for you If you serve the creatures from the Next and help to bring them back They’ll gift you power over magic, which I know you lack” A pact that cost so much more than it first appears The same that’s haunted Nick for far too many years For one swift moment Nick is tempted by the deal To be a mage in truth, to have power for real But it comes crashing down, disgust that he’d ever forget Promises he made twenty years ago, and would always regret The lives he sacrificed in his pursuit The dark stain on his soul that nothing could dilute But he is older now, no longer blind Nick frowns at the Mage as he finally makes up his mind “I’m afraid I must decline” The Mage sighs and shakes his head “Since you now know our plan, you’re going to end up dead” His eyes flash bright and silver As flames engulf the room Nick staggers back Sensing both magic and his nearing doom “Nick, you made the wrong choice This is the end” Unwilling to give in Nick reaches out his hand
Burn it down Sunlight flows out of my mouth I cry as the leylines are forming Inside of my mind Interconnected, my life is consumed And all burns like a candle Conflagration? Not quite right Moonlight and amber Soft and caressing Glowing shadows Welcoming Secrets behind blue eyes Eyes that I once knew? Eyes that know me As I ignite within Burn it down Starlight spills out out my eyes I cry as the leylines are forming And clearing my mind Gold beams speak softly to me Of my father The dreams that he had for me It’s as though Colors are flowing Spectral beauty Closer to me Never before Have I felt this Is this what it is to live? Is this being truly alive? Burn it down Sunlight flows out out my mouth I cry as the leylines are forming Inside of my mind Visions in silver and white As I lower from consciousness into asleep “Sleep, Just sleep Child of willow Child of oak Sleep Just sleep Child of winter Child of snow”


The fifth chapter of the NCU finds Nick the mage mysteriously compelled to reach Elluryah's capital city of Bristol. He uncovers something sinister which could threaten the entire kingdom..





released June 8, 2018


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