1. INTRO

(instrumental)


2. BANNERMEN OF LOST GENERATIONS

You can’t stop telling, how to carry the cross,
You break the idols with the violent force.
Burn the bloody words of the new declaration .
We are the Bannermen of lost generations.

You try to damage every permanent flow,
You keep on telling what to see, where to go.
Feel the raising power of the new constellation –
We are the Bannermen of lost generations.


3. WE'RE RIDING LOW

The light of the burning cross over the wave –
It keeps calling me back from the social grave.
Turn around, heading to the new bounds,
Drifting with the flow.
I’m on my way.
We’re riding low.


The lines in the sands of the San Fran bay –
They tell the truth about getting away.
Turn around, heading to the new bounds.
And welcome to my show.
Oh don’t you feel?
We’re riding low.


4. DOWNTOWN OF THE LIVING DEAD

Rain drops washing the dirty glass,
Red and yellow shining from the past.
Hands of insomnia holding my head.
I’m driving straight away through the
Downtown of the living dead.

I see these figures dancing down the road,
I’ve got a rusty gun hiding under my coat.
The speech of insomnia driving me mad.
I’m getting straight away from the
Downtown of the living dead.

Rain drops washing off the bloody stains,
Six shots echoing in my brain.
Hands of insomnia holding my head.
I try to get away from the
Downtown of the living dead.


5. REVOLUTION ON MY MIND

I have locked my only door with a rusty chain
I’ve imprisoned every demon lurking in my brain
Surrender, my dear – they spoke to me
Surrender, my dear.

Ahh, revolution on my mind x2

Standing straight among the ruins – no one to blame
I see a self.destruction pattern built into this game
Surrender, my dear. You have no choice
Surrender, my struggling friend.

Ahh, revolution on my mind x2


6. SPACE TRUCKER

Just like a bloody curse
He splits the universe.
This dirty motherfucker –
Stoned space trucker.

He flies among the stars,
He fights in cosmic bars.
Troubled motherfucker –
Stoned space trucker.


7. HEADING FOR TOMORROW

He took a deep breath, then he stepped outside –
The lonely guest at the scene of the crime.
A strangled voice in the back of the stage.
It kept on saying: It is never too late.

He was his right hand that was pulling the thread –
The freedom of choice burning bright in his head.
Every night as he stared at the moon,
The demon spoke: The time will come very soon.

We’re heading for tomorrow x3

He took a deep breath, then he looked at his knife –
The lonely guest at the scene of the crime.
Fallen king, bloody paint.
He spoke aloud: It is never too late.

We’re heading for tomorrow x3


8. GREY CLOUD SESSION

(Instrumental)


9. I KNOW THE END

Somebody’s cut my hair in my dream,
Has shown reflections upside down
And howled my name like the wind.
I’ve seen this dream,
I know the end.

You covered every shade with a blanket.
The flame broke up into the sky.
The shadow disappeared in the darkness.
I’ve seen this dream,
I know the end.

Heavy clouds are rolling through the brown skies.
Seven sins are calling from the left and from the right.
And then the figure of light turns its back to me.
I’ve seen this dream,
There is no end.