Deathless

A three-part suite: “Above Volkov’s Mill,” “Goodbye, America!” and “And He Always Will.”

High upon a mountain, past Volokov’s mill, Dwells Kashay the Deathless, and he always will. Gazing at the armies, gathering below, Waiting for the madness and the mushroom glow.

Out of the heat and into the fire, The souls falling down and flames growing higher. And as the armies fight, Kashay prays … for an endless night With dark desire, no dawn will rise or peace transpire.

High upon a mountain, past Volokov’s mill, Dwells Kashay the Deathless, and he always will. Gazing at the armies, clashing far below, Savoring the madness as the mushrooms grow.

So many people died, and what was it all for? The parts they played in America’s war. Our lives are prisons – we will never be free, And our cells are made with magic that’s so strong you cannot see.

As if taken by Kashay Besmertny, America you’ve gotten so hard to see. It seems as if with every war, You vanished just a little more.

Mothers left out on the street. Your sanctions left no food to eat. America, the things you do I see now are coming back to you.

His death was in a needle on an island none traversed. Now the island is no longer, so he will always be accursed. Once there was a mountain, now there’s just a hill. He never saw the beauty – Now he never will.

On a silent planet, life forevermore. He won the final battle, but lost the war.

Born to be deathless. Forever deathless. Cursed to be deathless - Kashay Besmertny.

Words and music by Derek Ferguson