Do you see what I see? Truth is an offence Your silence for your confidence Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut Limit your imagination, keep you where they must Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress Who decides what you express? Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd
Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say
Independence limited Freedom of choice is made for you my friend Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception
Do you fear what I fear? Living properly Truths to you are lies to me Do you choose what I choose? More alternatives Energy derives from both the plus and negative Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown Look inside, to each his own Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself, and I Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie
Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say
Independence limited Freedom of choice is made for you my friend Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception
Do you know what I know? Your money and your wealth Your silent just to hear yourself Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring
Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say
Independence limited Freedom of choice is made for you my friend Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom no longer frees you
Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say
Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays with mantle of the earth
When the bleakest of powders Lie rooted to the starched stones And the roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping stones
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
Green is the colour of my death As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
We Are In Flames Towards the dead archaic heavens We Are The Mantle and The Texture The alters, the mantle of the earth
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours Grind our souls in the millstone of time The deathbed harvest is a dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
And we go...our steps so silent And we go...our blooded trace The Jester Race
Calling out to the gathered masses Their answers so silent
And we go...
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age That speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols To the heirs of the newly raped ground Inferior even to the transparent winds Lesser in the motion and sound
And we go...
There is no trace of me In their altered blueprints of life
Gala impaled on their horns and lances The fumes from her body give chase As the strong of blind men savour the scent, Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart, Ignition roars through the corridors, Stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face The Machinery outlives the futile scripts Of our dying jester race
You'll never be alone again You'll never die again You'll never be born again You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
I bid you welcome to my world They call me existence You have just entered through the gate, to your journey towards the eternity
This part I control
In the beginning you'll fear nothing As I climb beside you time will be your master in this laborious part of human subsistence
This part I control
Black clouds embraces your soul Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish When time takes your life I will transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquillity Voices frilling the emptiness of the dead
Floating seamless across the surface into chilling stillness Nothing can help you now
You'll never be alone again You'll never die again You'll never be born again You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos your garmet alive with your song I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode, in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode and fell like history through the chasm of ages into the charged, forbidden zones
How I have searched through a million worlds and faces yet unaware, I have not found my own true face, traceless and profound
So, find me in these grandiose halls where long ago summers eternally fall and tune the strings of truthful longing to the frozen music of gods
Hypnagonia's lucid horizons play with the yearning I've quelled as I strike towrads the Pantheon and what therein is held
Mankind - proud conqueror and king swings its flag of primal glory to the winds Titans of the power-myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail
So weak, so hollow-minded the primat flock responds the jester race submits
For each day of war is a failure for man, enslaved in her mordial genes Illusions bleed from their fetid cores, bent to their rotten extremes
We, the plague of Terra Firma, nature's grand and last mistake plant the poisoned seed of cancer, set the severed fruits awake Burning like frozen relics in god's archaic graveland
Burn the visionaire Kill the ideaologies Mankind must die
Now!
The doves and the angels return to their graves with flames on their pestilent wings while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies to rape their utopian dreams
Living the last days of evolution's end from the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend
Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but night could not come So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away And fed the empty galleries With the artifacts of the black rain Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart To rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs He disappears into her cold and icy womb
If I struggle a lifetime What would my body be? An empty shell On what a demon fed Could be a heavy burden to stay true to your words Speak up I wanna silence everything We forgot no plan Doesn't mean that I get what I want for free We forgot no meaning Would you force me to a place where I make sense? 'Cause nothing lasts forever How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If I can't find myself? It's so completely fake How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If even you can't help? Dark nights on my soul I deny failure I ignite Woe is on my misery She wins all their eyes Realize what they find's not fate This is not me, this is me So if I struggle a lifetime What good would that do? We forgot a plan Doesn't have to stop the feeling inside If I do make sense Would you drag me down? 'Cause nothing lasts forever How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If I can't find myself? It's so completely fake How do I get home? Everything revolves around me If even you can't help? Dark nights on my soul
To slit the grinning wounds from childhood's seven moons the palette stained with the ejaculated passions (of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)
Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemer and haunt my severed country with your dripping, secret games
You pick the unripe lilies deflored and peeled the bleeding petals made known to me the grainy stains, the crimson lotus of the Black-Ash Inheritance, the semen feed of gods and masters The worms still in me, still a part of me, racing out from leaking rooms, swoop from broken lungs to block the transmission to put an end to the nomad years
Towards the rich archaic heavens Towards the lack diorama You are the artist and the texture That plays with mantle of the earth
When the bleakest of powders Lie rooted to the starched stones And the roots that feed the peaking trees embrace the sleeping stones
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
Green is the colour of my death As in winter-guise I swoop towards the ground Green is the landscape of my sorrowfilled passing
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
We Are In Flames Towards the dead archaic heavens We Are The Mantle and The Texture The alters, the mantle of the earth
Archaic pearls of sleep and death The voice of December losing its breath As the floweryard of white and grey is haunted, is haunted White as the down of flaking snow The heroic emblems of life
Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent
Rusty gods in their machine-mind armours Grind our souls in the millstone of time The deathbed harvest is a dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine
And we go...our steps so silent And we go...our blooded trace The Jester Race
Calling out to the gathered masses Their answers so silent
And we go...
Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age That speak of silence and silence alone
Offering the tokens, the reliced idols To the heirs of the newly raped ground Inferior even to the transparent winds Lesser in the motion and sound
And we go...
There is no trace of me In their altered blueprints of life
Gala impaled on their horns and lances The fumes from her body give chase As the strong of blind men savour the scent, Dream-dead from Prosaic and hate
Sunwind strokes the ElectroHeart, Ignition roars through the corridors, Stream launching the binary vessels
Vanities in extreme formations Ride into tomorrow's rigid great face The Machinery outlives the futile scripts Of our dying jester race
You'll never be alone again You'll never die again You'll never be born again You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
I bid you welcome to my world They call me existence You have just entered through the gate, to your journey towards the eternity
This part I control
In the beginning you'll fear nothing As I climb beside you time will be your master in this laborious part of human subsistence
This part I control
Black clouds embraces your soul Slowly passing through repeating lacunas of anguish When time takes your life I will transfer you into the bare grip of thinking tranquillity Voices frilling the emptiness of the dead
Floating seamless across the surface into chilling stillness Nothing can help you now
You'll never be alone again You'll never die again You'll never be born again You'll forever be, stuck here in eternity
I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos your garmet alive with your song I lie in your soother arms, lord Hypnos
Steep the spiral to your far abode, in the wake of slumber, on visions I rode and fell like history through the chasm of ages into the charged, forbidden zones
How I have searched through a million worlds and faces yet unaware, I have not found my own true face, traceless and profound
So, find me in these grandiose halls where long ago summers eternally fall and tune the strings of truthful longing to the frozen music of gods
Hypnagonia's lucid horizons play with the yearning I've quelled as I strike towrads the Pantheon and what therein is held
Mankind - proud conqueror and king swings its flag of primal glory to the winds Titans of the power-myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail
So weak, so hollow-minded the primat flock responds the jester race submits
For each day of war is a failure for man, enslaved in her mordial genes Illusions bleed from their fetid cores, bent to their rotten extremes
We, the plague of Terra Firma, nature's grand and last mistake plant the poisoned seed of cancer, set the severed fruits awake Burning like frozen relics in god's archaic graveland
Burn the visionaire Kill the ideaologies Mankind must die
Now!
The doves and the angels return to their graves with flames on their pestilent wings while mushroom-clouds haunt their virginwhite skies to rape their utopian dreams
Living the last days of evolution's end from the nest of humanity, the graveland vultures rend
Stood there leaning to the city moon, Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night / but night could not come So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away And fed the empty galleries With the artifacts of the black rain Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his heart To rouse a sacred confrontation
Stood there carving on the monument to lies Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs He disappears into her cold and icy womb
April night-tyme And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses to disarms the stars within us
Hornet Hive-dark Severed wings in vainless beating buzz out from inferno of fangs to disarms the stars within us
We should have been so much more by now Too dead inside to even know the guilt
Waning Ring-deep a halo of thorns Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver to disarm the star within us
