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Black Sister

In age, she is the oldest sibling of the five by the same father. Their father laid down with the black sister when she was a child. She is the mother of the First Born, but has kept this a secret all of her life. The father is slain and his body burned atop a pyre. The burning is the first of its kind as forefathers were embalmed and buried whole. After mourners leave, she covers her skin with his ashes in mourning. She loved her father. He was her god. She hates her brother, the Second Sun for what he has done. Now, she is godless, fatherless, directionless and seeks only to look after her brother and son, the First Born until she can lay down and die beside her father.

Little Brother

Born of a different mother, but of the same father as First and Second. Born homosexual. Because of his orientation, he is beaten by his father. He is cast out in his adolescence. Spends twenty years roaming the earth as a vagrant, prostituting himself for change. He discovers a lust for blood and death of the lovers he takes. Never knew his mother. As a young boy, his father ordered him to kill the first boy he fell in love with.

First Born

The oldest son of the father. Groomed, reared and raised to assume the throne. Trained to kill. He was beaten and whipped to make his body and mind strong. He became mute at the age of sixteen. Born a hermaphrodite. Does not want any of the responsibilities of the throne. He defers to his younger brother, Second Sun. He is feared by all, but depends on his brother, Second Sun for leadership

Second Sun

Born by a different mother, but of the same father. Has a major inferiority complex. Very intelligent. Idealistic. His mother commits suicide when he is a teenager. Her death sends him over the brink, and he tries to kill himself with a .22. First Born saves his life. From the age of eighteen onward, he develops and exhibits a second personality, one who he relies on for guidance and reason. He develops his manifesto and plans to reform and resurrect his country and all that he believes it should be. He depends on his first-born brother for strength.

Blue Sister

The youngest child of the father. At the age of 9, her father tried to force intercourse on her, and when she resisted, he scarred her face with his knife, burning her right cheek, and cutting off her nose, so that no man would want her. Veiled in blue, she ran away from home by the cover of night. After twenty years, and with the death of the father, the Blue Sister returns, having forgiven him, and believes in the revival and resurrection of her country, in spite of what her father had done to her.



House of Stone: A Synopsis

Initially, House of Stone is not set in any time period, nor does it find itself rooted in any place or culture, though, many references have been made implying that this place and its people belong to a future America, broken and reduced to a city-state located in the desert. The story begins with the death of the father, at the hands of his first-born son. For seven years, the Second Sun has plotted for his own ascension to his father’s throne. Their kingdom, a once great and feared nation, has gradually been reduced to a withering tribe whose land has been sold off, traded away, and her people demoralized by the outside World Union.

The kingdom is the last of its kind, a symbol of old-world ideas and place controlled by fear and acts of violence. The First Born and Second Sun are a co-dependent brotherhood in which one fulfills the needs of the other. Second Sun defers to First Born for brute strength and action. First Born defers to Second Sun for tactics, leadership and will. The two brothers formed their allegiance to one another years ago when Second Sun tried to take his own life and was saved by his brother, First Born. It was during this moment of trauma, that the Second Sun developed a second personality; a god-complex self which then fostered the weaker, more volatile Second Sun in the development of a new vision and destiny.

Now, they have acted on the plot of Second Sun, and their father is dead. In the wake of his murder, the two brothers immediately begin the master plan of Second Sun to reclaim the land that was taken from them, and rebuild and resurrect their empire to the glory and power of its former state.

In the aftermath of a brutal attack on a neighboring city, the First Born discovers a small girl of two years hiding in the ashes of her dead home. First Born takes the girl back with him and secretly raises the child as his own. He never knew his mother, and in his yearnings to have known her, becomes the mother of his dreams for this small child.

It is with this surrogate daughter, that he begins to speak again. The only other person who knows of this child, is the Black Sister, who watches over the well-being of her brother and son, First Born. She resolves to keep the child a secret from Second Sun. Both First Born and the Black Sister are loyal members of their house and have served their father up until his death.

Now, they both begin to look inward, in an attempt to decipher and untangle the complex web of conflicting emotions as their fate unfolds before them.

During this time, news of their exploits spreads across the land and oceans, inevitably attracting the attention of the World Union, and also, the long lost Little Brother, third son of the father, cast out years ago to wander the land as a vagrant of shame and self-loathing. As tensions build due to failed acts of diplomacy by the WU, Little Brother returns home, his intentions unclear to him, but his unsavory lust dictating his actions all the while. He comes to his brothers only after talking with the Black Sister one night, and ultimately joining the house in their efforts to rebuild their country.

Hearing of her father’s death, the Blue Sister, youngest of the five also returns home. When she was a child, her father scared her face out of spite, when she would not submit to his intent to father a child by her. Under cover of darkness, she ran from home, and for twenty two years, travelled the earth, bottling her tears for the day when she could water the flowers on her fathers grave.

As an impending sense of doom grows, each sibling comes to terms with their suffering, seeking atonement, salvation, redemption, freedom, and death.

"It's as if Freddie Mercury, David Byrne, an early David Bowie, Afrika Bambaataa, and the Cure's Robert Smith had gotten together and had a baby. He (Morgan Sorne) is an enigma, chanting like an ancient tribesman, stomping like he's dancing for rain, and whirling like a helicopter, while his voice scales the ranges of the mesmerizing and hypnotic, to almost unnaturally Edith Piaf high notes." -Stephen Macmillan Moser of Austin Chronicle

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Dead Desert

The air is sour
the light grows dimmer
the road grows harder
this life has lied to me
of all things measured pure
and of my own divinity
as time wears on
i find that I am scared
an angst inside of me
for what I’ve done
for what we are
for what we can’t stop
he’s gone now
it’s ours
he deserved every cut
every cut
and now it’s yours
it’s always been yours

Overtones

Far to the north
far to the north
over the mountains
over the plains
lives a family of five
struggling violently to survive
I’m mute
I’m insane
I’m gay
I’m godless
I’m frightened
we are
the sacred and profane
lift your hands and bow to my father
he will burn your sins on the altar
what is weak? what is strong?
fuck your rights and fuck all your wrongs
ten thousand years of beating our child
hiding bruises whose pollution grows wild
sucking air feeding this dream
we’re down on our knees
waiting for the day when the bodies of our debt
will rise and rip you from your cross
from the smoke and the fog
of your name
the sun has come and killed the father
and nailed his god upon the altar
we are the sun and we are the father
for we will kill everything that we honor
in this house of stone

First Born

We are the last
of our tribe
of our name
hungry wolves
westward bound
we’ve shed our locks of love and rage
laying bone-naked in the sun-soaked
liberty of a numb and
desperate minimum wage
I kill without question
it’s easier that way
cloaked in thorns
nervously gnawing
on my shame and suffering
trained to kill
everything
what have I done?
I slit my father’s throat
with the knife that he gave to me
and the promise of his throne
what have I become?
I tried to be a man
I cover my skin
with paint and blood
and kill upon command
what have I done?
my mind is my tomb
I’ve given my thone to my next of kin
as I wait here in my room
I want to evolve
I’ll suffer in secret it’s easier that way
it’s easier that way

Omnipotent

Seven highways
stretch out straight
from my pride and from my hate
seven highways stretch out across the land
going nowhere going nowhere
seven highways stretch out straight
from my house and from my name
seven highways stretch out across the land
going nowhere going nowhere going nowhere going...
America!
I know you
filled with blood eyes of blue
America!
I love you
come clean with me
please come true
My Jericho!
I loathe you
as your sun
I owe you
My Fatherland!
I now rule
king supreme
I have a dream

Second Sun

And ye shall succumb
to the sleep of eternity
as the Second Sun
I’ll become your chosen one
I can taste the marrow of your bones
with every breath
as I drown the sound of your death
out of my head
for I shall come and rescue our name
through vengeful grace
your world of pillars
bricks and bones will crumble
into the night
this is my time
to cleanse our land of your pagan reign
and lead us into a golden age
to resurrect and uphold the names
of honored fathers who paved the way
I cleanse us of the soot of your sin
and part the sea of the shame we’re in
I’ll never ever give up my truth
I’ll never ever give it back to you
and I have a
WHOOOO!
vivid erection
and I have a big imagination
and so I take my throne
eyes of light
all is well

Silent Fall

Silent silent silent fall
nothing sacred exists at all
say goodbye to the mountain side
say goodbye to the lion’s cry
say goodbye to the trees and the breeze
of the ancient ancient ancient days
and with soot-covered crystal eyes
she leapt out upon silver skies
and I wept for my mother’s fragility
fading gently with the rain
silent silent silent fall
nothing sacred exists at all
and I wish dearly to believe
that the cloth of your corpse is real
and that you’ll ascend from the sand
and save me from their pagan hands
oh how I want my mother this night
stripped bare and alive
silent silent silent fall
nothing sacred exists at all

Coyote

God bless you
my blue coyote
with your lonesome drunken howl
death spared you from doom
my lovely lonely blue and broken boy
you oh you were true
and were right the night you tried to take your life
with your gun you cried
save woah woah woah!
oh oh oh oh dearest friend
the night has not gone
just yet
blue dawn is blooming as it breaks
as it grows and as it flows across the land
across our lives
and sheds its light
and if it be our lot to die then die we shall
come what may
upon desert plains of vacant loves we say
save me woah woah woah!
save me

Ancient of Days

Came to me
in the dead of a pagan night
with tidings of a boy
in the name of a god
came in me
at the end of a pagan age
with tidings of the end
of an ancient reign
brother dear
in the spite of your angry zeal
you killed our father here
in the name of a god
godless I
see the end of the ageless days
and search our land in vain
for a hiding place
I saw you in my sleep
Ancient of Days
Beautiful like
tears of rain
and dangerous
black mountain pain
I hear your voice inside my eyes
and so I travel north to my father’s grave
to stand beside the boy with the name of a god
brother dear in the night of this pagan day
I shall defend our name
for the sake of your god
father I
hear your voice
calling me home

Ohohoh

Silver soldier
blue and golden
growing older
growing colder
feels the landslide rolling over
baby bones and
ancient thunder
then the starlight
ate my mother
swept the landside
white with dead light
I hear the voices of the ageless
huge and faceless
dark and graceless
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh
I am a mountain!
I am a mountain!
I’m not a human
I am a mountain!
Deep in the distance
echos and phantoms
drink from my fountain
blood of blue howls and
as I grow older
I weep no longer
death is my mother
her will grows stronger
deep in the distance
songs of my fathers
whisper through my mouth
louder and louder
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh
now I see
never was
made for you
never was
made for me
now I see
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh
ohohohohohoh
ohohohohohohoh

Shaman of Snakes

I drowned myself
in the river and walked away
down silver canyon trails
to ease the pain
as I take you inside
I will make you bleed
I will sate my need
I won’t let you go
I won’t let you
NO.
You named me well
the shaman of snakes
your third son, Viedriel
Close your eyes
lay your head back
as I take you inside
Call me evil
GO.
Call me stupid
Ohhh.
Think I’m funny?
Yeah?
Go ahead, boy
LAUGH.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
WOAH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
WOAH
I drowned myself
in the blood
of my lust
close your eyes
take your last breath
as I take you inside.

Golden Death Chant

I wanted to scream today
but I can’t keep time
and I missed my chance
to howl needlessly
at the roots and nails
of your hungry dance
I wanted to save you from
the knife you drew
to pierce his throat
I’m feeling overwhelmed
by the sacred signs
that adorn my hands
lupine blue light
rain on me
golden death chant
set me free
oh my star
when will your laughter shed it’s light
on the broken grounds
of this blue and broken night
can you hear the mantra
of a thousand voices of steel
humming as one
as the prophets had forseen
golden death chant set me free
white skin
eyes closed
with a silent smile
and a golden pledge
to that which never runs
ooooooooooh
rolling thunder
here we go
golden death chant set me free

House of Stone

I won’t ask for this
I won’t ask you for this
I wish I could wash your feet
and heal you
you are my golden star
how great you are
my sacred heart
how beautiful you are
great unstable house of stone
you’re all I know
you are
my golden star
how great you are
my sacred heart
how beautiful you are
I won’t ask for this
I won’t ask you to leave behind your dreams
for the sake of peace
you are my House of Stone
I cling to you
please don’t let go
you’re all I know
great unstable house of stone
you’re all I know
you are
my golden star
how great you are
my sacred heart
how beautiful you are

Gigantomachia

I am here now
so listen for the last time
listen to my voice
as I call your name
the road is getting darker up ahead
the water is getting higher
I reach out for your hand now
to lead you through the murk
don’t lose your smile
and hold me
for we are the sun and we are the one
we are the one we are the one we are the one we are the one
NO ONE EVER TELLS ME NO!
no one ever tells me no
no one ever...
you’re so dear to me
I can’t go with you
get out while you can
I’ll be here watching over you
you were the light for me
you taught me how to speak
when I’m gone
sing your song for me
guilded golden chant of death
crown of thorns upon my head
I am First Born
Son and King
and heir to Father’s
reign supreme
and I will fight for you
and I will fight
I will die for you
I will give my life for you
oh my god
goodbye
oh cruel world goodbye
oh my love goodbye
oh my child goodbye




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