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 myself

Scratches, 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 stone

Light 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