1. FEAR

The oasis of uncertainty found its centre
In the hemp on my throat
Hopefully this minute is the last
Otherwise my life was the biggest fault

If I could just start over,
The knowledge of impotence is irremovable
There comes the time of beholding my fate,
With every step of the excutioner my fear increases

Where is the permitted limit of sin?

The time of my trial is setting in.
The swing of the body was imperceptible,
Pain didn't make me wait long
And it's increasing & increasing & increasing...


2. BACK IN MYSELF

At the time of falling to deed,
Evident by its ecceeding
The limit of subconscious permission,
That I feel in my heart.

The constant conciousness of one's own impropriety
Reveals the reason of one's presence

...And the thought can be rejected before its dawn...

Who is the one sharpening the edges of the ball
Rolling my past through the centre of the pain's sensor.
With a question I leave the temple of self loving
To find myself on the axis of the destined path.

...And the stream flow of consciousness is winding upwards

Again I'm going through the pain of birth .
All of my past doubts leave through the scar in my heart
Maybe in this life I'll get back into myself,
Behind the cold wall of my blindness.

...And in the nakedness of the mind purity will arise...


3. AUTUMN

(Instrumental)


4. GARDEN OF CONCIOUSNESS

I'm a guest in your body, in that mirror of innocence,
Where before the glass is existence
And behind the silver, emptiness.

Watching myself in a dew drop on your hair
Glittering in the melancholy shine of the sun god I feel,
That we're flowing into pink wine ,
For which I'm the blood and you the water.

And still I know that you'll not flow all the way
To my kingdom of neverending silence,
Where thoughts are just flocks of fancy coloured birds,
Whose meaning is uncertain
As a deaf blind man's description of the world.

I'm the guest of the body in your body,
For him I'm just the garden of consciouness,
For which every fallen thought us as well the appearing one


5. LONGING

(Instrumental)


6. PASSION

Avarice
Excitement
Trouble
Desire
Red
Bed
Tongue
Moan
Pulse
Sex


7. WAVES

(Instrumental)


8. PILGRIM I

The soul is a boat on a lake of tears,
Wanting to wreck on the shore of love.

Love is a ceremony of dead flowers,
Flying in fragrant flocks to the skies.


9. SURPRISED BY PLEASURE

The happiness I was searching for was never hidden,
And I was not the one searching but the one hiding.


10. PILGRIM II

(Instrumental)