| THE CRADLE AND THE BLADE |
| We're leaving the truth to penetrate the lie Neat are the things which we must be afraid of For in the shadows we find what we do look for For there lies silence For there lies truth Touch the snow, feel the black wet ground beneath The still ocean wrapped around the seamen's bodies The shining of the blade over the cradle This is ours It belongs to the world This is ours Creatures of distant darkness Grow in denial The bridge is crossed The book opened |
| THE VOICES FROM BELOW |
I was scared...by my own desire For millennia mankind - it has believed In the undying value of humanity But ignored our kind, the very scorned kind Therefore this kind I chose for they were the forgotten They lurk in every corner, mute, surrounding you At the deep root of all that you fear (they're at deep root af all that you fear) In greater number than you know They're the voices from below They patiently inhabit the walls of your safe homes In the foul laboratories on the edge of towns The sewers of your diseases And they shall outnumber you, you shall be eliminated I'll control their will, now time has come Unleash them all against you – let that be Thirteenth toll of the city bell Spell is broken as your power Spread from everywhere, swarm the streets Black as pitch, red eyes Thirteenth day, all became silent Flesh was torn to the bones Blood vanished from the streets This life, reborn through death You called it a life And me, messenger of pain The fiery monarch of the rats In greater number than you know They're the voices from below |
| BRINGER OF LIGHT |
How could you be almighty Without slaves that made you feel stronger Those slaves you called the angels But the most beautiful The Bringer of Light Dared to wish for freedom And what did you do, my mercyful God? Lucifer, Bringer of Light – I say! You taught mankind the art of rebellion - opposing meanings Lucifer, Bringer of Light – shine, shine In spite of godly power You were the first rebel being condemned Now that you've taken light away From this now gloomy reign In freedom our souls are gathered Deaf to your teachings O you, my pale, bright God Your light's far too blinding It kills my freedom of thought lead: Lorenzo And you, my Lord Your followers rule the world My...Lord... Your light blinds...your light kills Lucifer, Bringer of Light – I say! You taught mankind the art of rebellion - opposing meanings Lucifer, Bringer of Light – shine, shine In spite of godly power You were the first rebel being condemned Lucifer, Bringer of Light – I say! You taught mankind the art of rebellion - opposing meanings Lucifer, Bringer of Light – shine, shine Lucifer, Bringer of Bringer of Light |
| TIDAL WAVE |
1 st lead: Lorenzo 2 nd lead: Dave Crimson sea I'm awake at dawn Sleepless, I look towards The East on through the mist and the pain On through the mirror to the enigma again Slow I rise, walk into the water Like lover's lips, lover's lips Invite me through the mirror Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness And let it burn the mask off my skin Wait for the death of me Inside Unknown stream speaks in slow silence Disturbing in stillness I turn into creature of distant dark Untied, untied, these horror stained hands God's oblivion floats asleep on black depth Eyes get used to shadows Uncompletable jig-saw I am This visage, the mask Earthly statues of virtue Carved by salt reveal Wounded bodies Silently screaming bodies Art is not possible Without a dance with Death Art is not possible - no Without a dance with... Death... ...and I take her hand... ...for I must lead the Dance All of that we try to forget All of the pain we try not to feel – is kept here Kept here in the book whose words Light don't spread But you know, An anguish-sized crucifix can do nothing Against the spreading of the cancer An anguish-sized crucifix can do nothing Against the spreading of the cancer And there's Death who takes the lead now Headlong into the vortex Pulls me tight to its unfruitful chest Laughs at my terror I wear my most elegant dress The deep sea devoid of sounds Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness And let it burn the mask off my skin Wait for the death of me Inside Crimson sea I'm awake at dawn Sleepless, I look towards The East on through the mist and the pain On through the mirror... Wait for the Tidal Wave of darkness And let it burn the mask off my skin Wait for the death of me Inside 1 st lead: Lorenzo 2 nd lead: Dave |
| AN AUTUMN COLDER THAN WINTER |
| Tremendous summer moves towards its end I'm nailed to this bed Tied to a machine And a needle blows through my blood I'm forced to live though the soul is dead Though the soul is dead This is the life I was given The gift of the God I've always been told And I've got no right to give this hell up Though summer moves towards its end lead: Dave Two visions wave before me: The first - the emotion of a warm wind In a distant spring; And the second - a goddamn priest and his ritual Putting the end to my life A veil, a thin veil hung between them Autumn's finally here An autumn colder than winter |
CHIMERA |
I - In the woods of myselfScratches, voices, screams, blood Visions, omens, black The black river, black and still Drove me to run away Aimless, through the woods Until I found this tumbling house In the night time I can see The distant reflection The gleam of the white stone The pale reflection of the forgotten crypt... Drops, soak my window Drops, which thin metal needles Inject in me, black In the mind, pitch lines Fallen from a shady river That I put in chains when only a child So grey the sky outside As my thoughts, my words Once clear, now infected Tears as thick as ink, they spread In the water, relentless, unstoppable Drop by drop I open up eyes I didn't think I had Enshrouded in the black wings of the night The Silver moon lit trees Unceasingly whisper and show me Paths forbidden, corners forsaken And me, as an empty shell Pale shade of what I used to be A skeleton dancing with death At the gloomy step of her macabre dance Where are you taking me? What is there for me? “Close your eyes, take my hand…” The disease spreads The black river, the dark side... Nightmares of blood and death Where I'm hunter, I'm prey Only corpse reeling under ground Enshrouded in the black wings of the night The Silver moon lit trees Unceasingly whisper and show me Paths forbidden, corners forsaken 1 st lead: Dave 2 nd lead: Lorenzo Eyes open wide, awaken by the vision, Muscles overstrung, cold sweat on the skin Am I really awake, now? Imaginary frames but oh - so real... Paths among the leaves Led by desperation A few moments of sanity left I stumble among the tombs My corroded mind longs for the crypt Enshrouded in the black wings of the night The Silver moon lit trees Unceasingly whisper and show me Paths forbidden, corners forsaken And me, as an empty shell Pale shade of what I used to be A skeleton dancing with death At the gloomy step of her macabre dance |
II - Seven steps of stoneLight bestows its last rays on me a first, a second a third a fourth a fifth a sixth and a seventh step of stone Wind cries and a crash Granite gates shut down And melt before me In my hands Just one candle I'll wait for the darkness I already belong to One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven steps of stone |
| EPITAPH LIES |
Night...the epitaph lies
Night. This chilly, forsaken house Wonder why I'm here Candlelight smoke grows thicker and thicker Defeats a full moon light – it's a dancing mist Witness to a hideous truth And a voice calls and says: “Come, join us, to the old graveyard Welcome to the eternal season” Where everything is chaos You soon shall understand Icecold wind freezes my bones Hopeless souls passed away in the lie Cannot find their peace Ripped from the cold ground Their epitaph lies Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still They won't be released Till a mortal man Shall be deliverer Of their forgotten truth They're strangers to me But they shout my name Open below an unknown tomb I walk among the graves See tombstones bleeding Blood blooms from pacified eyes Stillness of pictures Prisons of remembrance Faces take shape, breath and life One by one tell their truth (Their epitaphs lie) My memory hold their words Day is dawning now The white marble's being swallowed by the ground No names or faces, just wind Tombs shut their horrible mouths down forever Nobody remembers them no more Ripped from the cold ground Their epitaphs lie Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still lead: Dave Whispering sculptures paint a fog where the air was still Where the air was still Whispering sculptures point to a name made out of tears Where the air was still |