1. |
Love is Fading
03:54
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Love is Fading
For the love of God
Ecstasy eruption
Shepherding thy flock
Caressing thy children
***
And the links are broken
Hollowness unspoken
Testaments made senseless
Destiny relentless...
...Be the sovereign of your fragile life
self-control - it's impossible.
Love is fading...
And the light became the fiercest enemy.
and the scenary - an all-consuming grave.
...Love is fading...
***
Branded by a catastrophic failure
in chaotic fashion do we walk.
Walk in masses, walk alone...
Walk in masses, walk alone...
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2. |
Enduring the Pain
03:53
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Enduring the Pain
We were terrorized
with the horror of life
we were petrified
with what we were made to see
with what we were made to feel
Crawling out of the childhood days
bargaining with what remains
worshiping the fears that stay
enduring the pain...
Convulsing at the knowledge door
bargaining with what escapes
worshiping the fears that stay
enduring the pain...
We were customized
to stay in constraints
we were well advised
to fear the masquerade
to join the parade
Disabled to live a normal life
wearing the yoke of obedience
conscience kills consciousness
in a trap of righteousness.
Clutching at adulthood
justifying the misdeeds
doing the same again
enduring the pain!
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3. |
Northern Winds
03:31
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Northern Winds
The winds from the north
The dark from the core
Abandoning hope...
Reasons so unclear
Resounding failure
From those tender arms
Northern winds - ah, so cold...
Is my darkness reflected by this snowstorm
And my scars reopened, gapping, ever-present
And my years repented through a wailing lament
And my winters baptized in this silence...
Is my light imprisoned in those exitless ways...
And the last laughter - buried underground
Bleak figure - you approach my serene grave
All the happy days be forgotten.
You keep the key
To the mossy gate
Concealed in the winter world.
Where everything dies
Of the invincible cold
The crucible of a black soul.
Remnants of my petrified hope
Scattered around
This delusional world
The path ends
Where darkness is thickest
Pierce it with your broken love!
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4. |
Fear
03:49
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Fear
Thy Wounds I feel
Wounds that don't heal
Fear of oneself
Fear of reaction
Fear of myself
Sudden destruction
Thy dreams I shun
Dreams that are mine...
Searching for shattering voice
Waking the love that destroys
Fear of oneself
Fear of reaction
Fear of ourselves
Sudden destruction
Searching for the beauty once lost
Reaching for the feelings aloft.
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5. |
Ground
03:13
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Ground
Before the world decides to leave me
I decide to leave the world
With pain-stricken heart
to become a part
of earth; to the soil
back to the ground dust.
Shivering in this aching shell -
- the coldness of being alive
to bid a deafened farewell
among a dissonance of lies...
...(just) before it decides to leave.
Drink up the last drops of ire
as it dwindles back to silence
feeble flame of fading fire
nothingness in abundance
...moments 'fore I decide to leave.
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6. |
Distorting Mirror
03:24
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Distorting Mirror
Dark wings grew on an angel's back
And the fields turned gray
And the fields grew gray
Poetry once soothing, went foul
And the fields grew gray
And the fields are green no more
Images of Welfare, seem to be disfigured
And the fields turned gray
And the fields grew gray
Promises of heaven - empty words of betrayal
And the fields grew gray
And the fields are green no more
Through distorting mirror
I see you turn
Through distorted eyesight
do we burn.
And our laughters - the lost lore
our souls - closed doors
And our fields grew infertile
Our hearts turned hostile...
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Sonnet for the Twilight Age
Curse or celebrate
the days when I was
discovering life
When purple dusk enveloped the day
Savouring what existence entailed.
Desolate landscapes of pain
One's redemption - one's disdain
Knowing what ensues
Too weak to refuse...
Dreams of the incarnate
Fellowship of exiles found
in a sonnet for the twilight age
a dark, yet solemn privelage.
Forests of oblivion
Oblivious to the threatening roars
of a world coming in
an emptiness apprehended within.
... to curse or to celebrate,
or is it just too late -
- crying for the loss,
and the burden that remains?!
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8. |
Murder of the Beautiful
03:50
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Murder of the Beautiful
In pitch-black robes we stood on the brink of a cape
Watching the sunset - or the sunrise, as they said...
Summoning the long-gone gods of love
Lying down in a premature barrow
Worshiping the beautiful.
Worshiping the beautiful...
And it doesn't matter to me who you are, anymore
As long as you are maintaining that beauty
And I can't say if I feel remorse more than delight
Bestowing upon you an eternity.
As the Sun goes down
Bathing in the crimson
Washing up the pale shores
Inviting remembrance.
...Faceless crowd gathered
To watch the murder of the beautiful
I can see you no more
As you're drowned in the endless.
Circle of the heavens
Return me to the start
Visions of a new life
Heart is torn apart.
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9. |
Forget and Forgive
03:25
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Forget and Forgive
Forget and Forgive
Forget and Forgive
Forget and Forgive...
Fallen mantra
Fables old
Agonies untold.
Blissfull mind
Heart that guides
Truth that unfolds...
...but remember
what's selected
to recall.
Path is led
by a sinner
to a sinner
furthermore...
Sun and Moon
Divinity and blasphemy
Drawn to each other
Born for each other
In this river of grief!
In this river of grief
We're drowning in disbelief.
Am I made out of marble pure
all such burden to endure?
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10. |
Obsolete
04:09
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Obsolete
When I this form of mine obscure
and leave you behind innocent and pure
You'll weave me a tapastery of bitter tears
only then will you let go your fears...
When I become an endless journey
An obsolete memory of sympathy
Only then shell you understand
the perview of darkness that impends...
And death won't seem the enemy anymore
You'll bestow upon me sweet oblivion of yore.
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11. |
The Hive (bonus track)
04:00
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The Hive
Spare me
your safety
The uniformity
Fucked up comformity
Your hive
is a fundamental prison
An obvious treason
of clarity
I don't need any help
from the abysmal whelp
that sucks lifeblood
from all pores...
I'm not gonna be
a part of your lot
Colonial monstrosity
A parody unwrought!
Spare me
your rotten retorics
Your apparent modesty
Your detained honesty
Your hive
tries to suck in
individuality
All sense of liberty
Amassed like a cloud of moths to a source of light
reinventing the society
An insult to decency
smothering in crowds
The hive
Empowered to breathe as an independent identity
An unnatural entity
You call it your home
The abominable impurity...
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Certain Loss
Spirit born of strong belief
essence dwells in sacred places
Abandoning, it shows affection
combined with deadly fear
Sense's swirling embrace
Certrain loss is clear
Turned to look at God's face -
- shining, showing fear.
...certain loss...
Spirit born of real faith
withdrawing into a wooden winter -
- neverending night in silence,
leaving us in tears, to hunger...
Certain loss,
It's a certain loss...
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