1. OVERTURE

(Instrumental)


2. TIME ROOM

There is a place
Somewhere in Nobelium
From where a sick music
Is flowing every night
A little man with around head
Is comming for his task
Cause the clocks are talking
And they want someone to talk to

There's a time to kill
And a time to smile
A time to love
And a time to die
Time is buisness
Time is doom
He winds up every clock
In the time room

There are twelve of 'em in Nobelium
And the youngest of them
Has such pretty hands
That he often touches her
He hurts his finger on her
And she takes some pleasure
Cause the clocks are lovely
And they someone to love

There's a time to kill
And a time to smile
A time to love
And a time to die
Time is buisness
Time is doom
He winds up every clock
In the time room

Because the clocks make the time elapse
And they want someone for them to have good time

There's a time to kill
And a time to smile
A time to love
And a time to die
Time is buisness
Time is doom
He winds up every clock
In the time room


3. FROM DUSK TILL DAWN

The sailor says it again when he sails on these streams,
Somewhere, in the evening at night,
In the midst of a buried London,
Words that hit the gates of this water

The breath which knocks on walls, windows
Of houses whoses stone shines under fires
Whixh don't let the city fall asleep
So that souls pull dawn flows and flows

From dusk till dawn

And he watches from the walls
Like a black bird, a hawk who seek
Its prey. The gentlemen run to wordly pursuits,
And the children of the street are looking for
A place to sleep
On the cold pavement

But his wings still brush his shaggy back
Looking for the kiss of the moon
He often stops in front of the strongs windows
To contemplate the beautiful young women asleep
And their sighs...

From dusk till dawn.
From dusk till dawn
He follows the stars from the highest towers
And to the depths, in brothels
Where whores are going in order to die

« There are ashes »
They'll suffer,
Because they are free
« And the dust on their eyes »
They'll suffer,
Because they are free
« Only the wine is still on the table »
They'll suffer,
Because they are free
« And he keeps solitude on his own... »
They'll suffer,
Because the other are free


4. DEVIL'S NIGHT

Like my other tales
This one happened at night
When the moon was high
« Come and dance in a ball whith the Devil! »
Said the invitation to the lovers,
If they knew

They where there at midnight
And the ghosts sang for them
In the devil's night!

Dancing in the shadows
A girl in your arms
Joy in your heart
In the devil's night
His hands upon your soul
To make you dance until you die!

There were seven couples
Invited in
One for each sin
They didn't know it yet
But the law is
« You sin, you pay, that's the deal »

Then they started dancing
And the souls weaer leaving the gentlmen
In the devil's night

You're dancing in the shadows
Whith a girl in your arms
Whith joy in your heart
In the devil's night
His hands upon your soul
To make you dance until you die!

And the men like puppets
Were dancing until death and then, the pretty girls bled
And the spells were over
When they saw their ladies dying

In the devil's night!
You're dancing in the shadows
Whith a girl in your arms
Whith joy in your heart
In the devil's night
His hands upon your soul
To make you dance until you die!


5. WAR EYES

The eyes who penetrate
The eyes who see
Those of hate
And those who lie
The eyes of stone
The eyes of dead
The eyes of frost
Those the they wear

A glance, and a fight was born
Or a love that will never live

All, they are here
To fuck a world
Now on its knees
Words, words we see
Idols and corpses
It's not a breed, it's a war

The eyes of love
Swwet eyes of girl
Her blood, Her flesh
To eat her soul

A glance, and a fight was born
Or a love that will never live

All, they are here
To fuck a world
Now on its knees
Words, words we see
Idols and corpses
It's not a breed, it's a war

It's raining blood
Beating on our temples
It's raining blood
Beating on our hearts

All, they are here
To fuck a world
Now on its knees
Words, words we see
Idols and corpses
It's not a breed, it's a war

Green eyes, snake eyes
Frost eyes, glass eyes
Gold eyes, child eyes
Dark eyes...

War eyes...


6. ROSE WOOD

Slaughter, gravee of stone
Keeping preciously the light
That was stolen, laughing under the sepulcher
He's crying and his tears are bitter

The climbing brambles seized the members
Hurted by the wounds of the wait
He observes and everything is sad
The suns's burning his skin

« The shrill sound licked my name and my blood
Under the very moon spitting on stars
To prove me I had died »
The rosewood is breaking
And its splinters hurt him

Then ten derly he's coming close to her
Twisting his long fingers between his brittle hands
When comes the hour when night finaly reasons
To let shine the lamps of the empire

But he does not dare to take back what was stolen
He's only surveying innocence and fear
The king's comming back now in his grave
Furthering his dead birds as a bed

« The shrill sound licked my name and my blood
Under the very moon spitting on stars
To prove me I had died »
The rosewood is breaking
And its splinters hurt him

And splinters are drawing inside his flesh deeper

The king hates
He hates
Every night he prays
He prays to die fast

Wait is long
Night is cruel
And death couldn't take her due
Is onlyt laughing of his sinful fate
So the king killed
Keeping jealously the stolen heart upon his wounded chest
And the crowd shouted
Then we heard the fall in a burst of blood and fire


7. THE TIME HAS COME

Let's ride on the bitter lands
To the time which devours the years
Let's ride under the ravenous sun
With gusts of wind whipping our ears

Let's ride!

We reun fast, well and are on time!
Not a rabbit could challenge us
Death is really behind
And it's oil that flows froml eyes

Cause the time has come
To ride the clock
Like aces high to break the sun
Cause the time has come
To feel the blow
To bleed our hearts and offer our gift

Here we are, tired and wounded
By this demented rush
But we'll rise again, under a thousand flame
We'll be reborn from ashes and pain!

Cause the time has come
To ride the clock
Like aces high to break the sun
Cause the time has come
To feel the blow
To bleed our hearts and offer our gift


8. AT THE GATES OF DUSK

Empty
Outrage to the night, queen of my wounds
Goddess pined froim a wait that hurts
She's bleeding, a streaming rose
Cold,
Here blows a bleak wind
Wich bruises my hands and my heart
Trees where dying all day long

The clocks stopped
Vermillion fruits are fading out
As my tears on your thighs
Fall arises and its tastes
Are doomed ashes

The course of the sun
« Cruel »
Finally ends
While the stars are chanting your name
At the gates of dusk
Purge you from your blood
To defy the torrent
To devour the rose which rises now
At the gates of dusk

Fear,
She prowls around the love nest
That the crows had forged themselves
For the Goddess and the pretender
Cold,
And the wind which rises again
The morn, the sorrow
Burns the loving trees
The clocks stopped
Vermillion fruits are fading out
As my tears on your thighs
Fall arises and its tastes
Are doomed ashes

The course of the sun
« Cruel »
Finally ends
While the stars are chanting your name
At the gates of dusk
Purge you from your blood
To defy the torrent
To devour the rose which rises now
At the gates of dusk

The wine which seeps from your flesh
And your eyes made of pain
Laid on the altar
Behind the crying gates
I drink and embrace
The fruits of your night
The clocks and their laugh
Their hands, desire
Death and passion
Loneliness and sighs

Splendid Goddess under the superb arch
You told me to slay the snake
Convenience in the sin
Love as a moon heart
The neck was broken,
A burst of star
At the gates of dusk