1. BLUE FIELDS

Spiralling motions floating on air
Wind blowing gently on my skin
We witness the neverending war
And we are lost in frozen consciousness

Travelling these blue fields of sorrow
I find myself struggling with every step
I can sense the movements of your thoughts
But still blank landscapes are all I can see

I will be the wind on your lips
I will be the river in your shapes
I will be the rain on your hair
And I will be the blade in your heart

Would you guide me through these lands
Show me where to lay my feet
But please, don't come near
Or we will lose ourselves, perhaps forever

I will be the wind on your lips
I will be the river in your shapes
I will be the rain on your hair
And I will be the blade in your heart


2. EMBRACE THE DEEP

He raises the anchor for the final time
Leaving everything, everything he had behind
Setting sail to the darkest seas
Accompanied by the grief he feels

Wretched corpses of tortured men
The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air
So many lost hopes buried in this ship
Buried alive and left to die

Logbook: 10th July 1987

"The waves keep seducing me
Their quiet moans caging me
These illusions in the horizon
I need to follow their violent call
Those beautiful images in my mind
So near me, yet so distant
They are whispering secrets in my ear
I know it's the truth, just let me wait"

With torn sails the ship continues
Comforming the water and penetrating through the winds
But further in the horizon
They can see the closing storm

Wretched corpses of tortured men
The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air
So many lost hopes buried in this ship
Buried alive and left to die
The divine winds calling forth
The mighty rage of the storm
Ripping the sailing cage apart
Give yourself to the waves for the final embrace


3. APOCALYPTIC IGNORANCE

Lost in my thoughts
Caressing words
Into infinity
Passing us all
It is too late
Why didn't you listen
Now suffer your ignorance
And watch us all burn

Slowly, death sweeps the land
Ghostly silhouettes dance on our graves
Quietly singing their mournful songs
Bringing sorrow into our shackled hearts
Will this be the final end of our struggles?
A shameful ravine of our greatness
Frozen hearts feeling the final breath
As our lives and our world will be no more
No more!

But what is this light I see in my eyes?
This beautiful shape of a woman?
How can she be in here?
Where nothing, nothing can live

The Deceiver:
"God heard your silent cries
I am here to free you
Just take my hand and follow me
And your lives will be spared"

But don't be fooled
By her beauty and innocence
The true freedom will come
It will come, it will come, it will

Cry my children!
For there is no more hope for any of us, anymore