1. LANDSCAPE DISGUISED AGONY

It doesn't proclaim war
Against the sin anymore
It let's the right of the reality
Against the suffering
And leaves behind
The delusions performed by ideas

Posing the problem is realistic

Its through over all good and bad
By giving the testiness of senses
The sophisticated ability towards the pain
Is an overrated mentality

The foresight doesn't care with the guard

The landscape dressed up
To the agony of your passions
No kind of trouble,
Neither for ourselves nor for them
The landscape dressed up
To the agony of your passions
If the good and heartiness is real
No one can follow you
On your cosmic way

Not the life which survived itself
Suffers damage on private instincts
Not the life lived under the skies
Shows the excess to us

Posing the problem is realistic

Crimes committed against the life
The proving loses its validity
By which the freedom of spirit
Can be blackened


2. TIME JUDGE MODERN AGES

Like storm. days are revolving on their path
This world is dying every time
I'm poor, my hand isn't lying
Jealousy is what i feel
When i see the others
Waiting eyes

I can do anything
But there is still no justice for me
I can do anything
This time doesn't serve me

The joy of swallowed flames
I do not ever know
To surmount a narrow cleft
Is the hardest though

I pull back my hand
When i see another hand
The waterfall which is hesitant
Is just falling

I can do anything
But there is still no justice for me
I can do anything
This time serves the others

I pull back my hand
When i see another hand
The waterfall which is hesitant
Is just falling


3. MARTYRS PROVE

I feel it less true
That martyrs are proving the truth
For a justice of matter i dispute,
That neither of them was right

I cannot judge their fake conscience
I cannot make their mistake right
A mistake becoming more honorable
A mistake with temptation more desired

They wrote the signs by blood on the road
Wherever they wandered

You're a martyr who harmed the justice
Your preaching is burning on its own pyre

You are a martyr to the quick
So convince me about your truth

You're a martyr who harmed the justice
Your preaching is burning on its own pyre


4. WIRED-UP MINDS

... and the devil is in our house
He's reaching out with invisible hands
To catch the deepest thoughts
That we hide deep inside

The system works so well
A high-tech world built
On the ancient rocks
To serve this creeping warfare
Between two brain-washing empires

Nano-choppers guard your life
That controlled by smart satellites
Shot your mouth. make a compromise
You are only a wired-up mind

And you. dude my only friend
You just don't understand
What's going on
Digits. pictures and voices
Are running through your mind

Don't worry. just do your best!
Drink your coffee
Reed the morning press
Get your work well done!
And the leader takes care of you..

Nano-choppers will guard our life
Controlled by smart satellites
We know the details of a compromise
We are only wired-up minds...


5. DIAPORAMA

The sound binds me to reality least at all
Rather mechanically than by ideas-
It penetrates deep down in the soul
Like vibrant harmony's enclosed rattle

You're enslaved by your own reality
There's nothing to do against it,
You cannot loose your whole past self
'cause you cannot own anyone

Spring of noble joy seems to be lost
There is no faith uniting and shaking
Why and who needs this?
No selfless one will do

I have never looked upon idols
Only covered my deeds around them
Time passes by
The world flashes before my eyes,
I have never looked upon idols,
Only covered my deeds around them,
I'm full with old questions-
Yesterday-who cares about it


6. THE CLOCK IS TICKING

.. time's running out-
.. could you rush a little-
.. you are running out of time-
.. hurry up with your work-
.. the deadline is close-
.. get your job done-
.. there's no time to lose-
.. have you finished yet?

The clock is ticking
Time presses. you're pushed forward
Have been sent for. the hell knows why
And you're grinding day by day again

Don't waste your time-
It's needed by yesterday-
.. this should be done by now
.. could you stay a little more?

.. is that all-are you finished?
.. where does tomorrow exist?

This should be done by now
..could you stay a little more?
Are you on duty or what?
..can you see the point of this all?


7. THESE SOLEMN WORDS

Don't let ourselves misguide
The grand spirits are skeptical
The persistence arising
From the power and might of spirits

Don't speak without conviction
About all kinds of values
The various abilities of seeing
Helps the moral of self negation

The necessity of power
That restrains you from outside

Deep passion is the base of existence
More enlightened than he himself
The power of his existence
Puts all his intellect to serve him

Don't speak without conviction
About all kinds of nothingness
To examine many weak willed people
By angle

Here are these solemn words in front of us
Its difficult to turn a blind eye to some facts

The necessity of power
That restrains you from outside

The necessity of power
That restrains you from outside
I don't want to hear it anymore:
These solemn words


8. TERMINATION POINT

"Azonnali fegyveres segítséget kérünk
Magyarországnak! ezt a kérésünket kérjük
Továbbítani eisenhower elnökhöz,
Kérjük továbbítani kétely annának!
Nagy túlerővel harcolunk! nagy túlerővel
Harcolunk! (. ) lehet hogy rádiónkat is
Nemsokára meg fogják semmisíteni (. )"
Like a shooting star on the horizon
Sparkling, shining, falling downward,
Through the red depths of copper
Those small bits arrive tender

Gentle streams of waves in flash
Rushing through the twisted pair
End their way in milisecond
In the point of no return

You are the gate between two worlds,
The same they are and still diverse

Open up your shortest path,
Both the first and last you are!

It's a plain and simple chant
The beginning and the end
Always soulless, rude and cold,
The termination point

Border guard of copper psalm
Humble god that rules the lines,
Route the stream to its destiny
Or may it be then rest in peace'

Subtle sounds of sign and voice
Travelling to the mighty', core,
In codes unknown to human mind,
Carry the knowledge of modern rhymes


9. LOST REALITY

What kind of mystery will i reveal?
What kind of dogma will i enforce?
The beginning of insanity i feel
The realm of strange sins alter my course

What kind of vanishing illusions?
What kind of elevated, holy belief?
A huge room of restless reflections
Lively space of my guileless dreams

What happened to the truth
We cherished as the ultimate proof?
What happened to reality
That gave us our identity?

The false ideal has become
A miserable and false ambition
And it makes me feel gone
That reality became a lost mission

What happened to the truth
We cherished as the ultimate proof?
What happened to reality?
It turned into formality

My voice and words disperse in the air
Remembrance falls into a silent tomb
I came from you, now i'm going there,
Innermost thought, where your realm booms