1. UNGRATEFULNESS

I listen to your nonsense and I stay awake and calm
I support all your prejudices, I think you have the right
I gave up reacting, it’s useless
To see you tormented it’s delicious!
Because you are the folly and the cowardice
And you are afraid of the awakening of righteousness
You breathe as you envy me
The pollution deep inside me
Full of hate you reproach me what you will never be: Me

Because you are the rancor, the pettiness
Hooker you sell your self, and you huckster
Just blame your self you created
The part of me who betrayed
Forget the ways you failed and what I did for you
Where were you when I taught astronomy, and philosophy when I irrigated the drought?
Nowhere, you were nowhere

Ungrateful

X and Y, the math variants
علم التّشريح
Adapting the Hellenic sciences
I gave you Ptolemy

Ungrateful

The memory, the short memory


2. HEAD ON CRASH

رماه...استعدوا...تقدم

I’m tired of being guilty just because of what my people say

قارؤون مكبّرون من حنايا الجبال مقدمون
لا خوف من حثالة و لا من حديد ها نحن مدبرون

My shoulders are so strong but I am not allowed to be shaped

صبرا يا اعداء الفكر يا من تجاهلتم آيات الذِّكر
يا من آمنتم بغير نداء الحق نكرا بما ضحّي به في بدر

Shame
And in the other side
They are convinced that they own the truth
Witch allowed them to judge, to short cut, to minimize and criticize
How life is perceived by the subhuman
I hear these words and I wonder how can we still belong to this bunch of bullshits immature?!
Devoid of any sense of reflection which breathe this colonial spirit
The doctrinaire of both sides
Enough
Enough of sordidness

Fight and you’ll die
Fight and we’ll all die


3. AL KIAMA CHAPTER 1: CALDEIRA

You wanna be the mortal with the haughtiness standing on your own
Obey the men’s laws who change until the king decides of his crown
Your own design of life is when everything works the way you want
Overconfident, you challenge the laws so-called divine

Even if deeper in your fragile soul you are unable to control
The weaknesses that authorize what was never formal before
Your thoughts are still your rights but never think that it’s won that you can use it as you want to
Stay away and help your self to be far from the day of formalities
That day you’re dead
Under the ground
Scared
You’ll turn around

In a weighing silence, every thing is still, the earth is made of graves and death, the western sun shins to burn the shadows, unknown places, unknown spaces...

Time is over

This terrifying scream breaks the silence, its echoes explode the ground
Scattered all the graves to Awake the dead, Inert bodies breathe the return, barefoot and naked body
All hurry to answer the call of the day of awakening
They look around, stunned to see is it here where we lived, we died before?
The clouds are far and dark the air is dire
The hills are crushed and seas in fire


4. AL KIAMA CHAPTER 2: ÇIRAT

All are here standing in the same field, the others them and us.
We ask those coming from the open sky, is he among you?
They tremble, and we knew that the throne holders are nearby
Our eyes wide open facing the blinding light
We look at the throne settle down on earth, everyone is waiting and the waiting extends
Crying under the heat which dries the tears, standing on a floor of fire, we are seeking the shadows and we are seeking the gloom

We are walking and walking, no mater whom we are trampling
On tired knees, burned feet, we are asking lend a hand and the only answer screaming by those who can’t stop giving
Me first! me first!
I’m giving up, I want fucking go away
In hell in jail but never stay here
The uncertainty I can’t bear

Your name is called by the holy guard
To cross the fire

Time of account is now

No matter where you lived
No matter how you gave
All that matters is what you did
All that matters is who you are


5. BARZAKH

Walking, hiding, boiling underneath his faith
His eyes full of emptiness, overflowing with pain
I told him: oh man this misfortune needs to be known
He said: I don’t mind I don’t mind
He comes from where we can’t go into reverse
Where death is considered as a consequence... of weakness
He told me “ooh if I tell you poor mortal how many ways you have to die unknown by hell!

When man could decide for his life and reflect
What’s wrong or right and retain all his instincts
But no, he was obstinate to believe
That no one is above him
No one worth to receive his pity

Now he is locked up and he is burning
As a coward mercy he is begging
No second chance you’re not leaving!
You already got a lot, and for too long

And I was stunned
And I was speechless
To see that you could decide of life or death of men and earth
With a pitiful dearth... of maturity

When man could decide for his life and reflect
What’s wrong or right and retain all his instincts
But no, He was obstinate to believe
That no one is above him, no one worth to receive his pity
Now he is locked up and he is burning

As a coward mercy he is begging
No second chance you’re not leaving!
You already got a lot, and for too long

And I was stunned
And I was speechless
To see that you could decide of life or death of men and earth

I don’t want to go back there, but i'll do it to see them remembering their life, their acts, the pains they made, to serve their pride, their ignorance, I’ll be glad to see them regretting all
All
When it is too late, choices they could revise, Not only once, but several times
So… burn


6. BACK TO DEATH

(instrumental)


7. BABYL CHAPTER 1: THE FALSE GODS

Ways of wisdom and beliefs were the origins of this old place
Of which all the good attracted the evil on them and on the heirs of its glorious, modest throne
From it came something simple and strong
To the two rivers he still belongs
Abundant in gold these grounds
Free and oppressed minds but proud...Indeed
The human nature is victim of its own selfishness
It redefined the meaning of evil and became bareness
And the only objectivity will be summarized to protect themselves
And dominate all attempts at growth
And calculate how should be life and how and who is the mess

That’s what happened to the world of the false gods, who lost in there own desires of universality, they believed to have found the intelligence to reach the wisdom, they envied so much and they would never have
Nourished by a blind and cruel subjectivity
To answer chaos there is just what aborts from it

Because of the centuries of evolution
Who finally allowed them to understand the laws of this old world
They have to divide, for better reigning
They taught us and they forgot
That the wisdom’s father lost a lot
Which he first, had tasted the bitterness of his own subjectivity and sullenness


8. BABYL CHAPTER 2: WEAK AND PROUD

I’m learning, learning how to be more tough
In this blinding light, of knowledge they just brought
There’s something wrong then, as long I mind
Just leave me, just leave my lands

You could revise
Your judgements just before you buy
Keep in your mind
The day we’ll meet I wont be blind
He will take them again, he has never even lost them, he never he lost his own right

Sooner or later, alone he’s the one
But they are up, and still stay up
Under fire, under pain
They are used to it and will be done with it
As wrestler just as a wounded, as they always did
And they will fight, there head up high
Even dead, their life misread
They are used to it and will be done with it
As wrestler just as a wounded, as they always did


9. CREATION CHAPTER 1: DEMIURGE

One day, it was known
That another form of life
Would come out and appear
After death and wars
Nobody knew why, it wasn’t clear
There were those who were in incomprehension
Full of life, full of faith and devotion
But there were those who were proud and arrogant
Like Masters in their power they were confident


10. CREATION CHAPTER 2: THE MOLD

Suddenly my vision becomes clearer
My being feels this healthy freshness penetrating it
Giving him a desire of making well


11. CREATION CHAPTER 3: AUTONOMY

I’m learning life before I’m even living it
اللّه
I’m learning sufferings and pains
(I’m learning joys and I can see the light)
I see criminals and liars
اللّه
I see the heat furies
(Designated the souls who don’t have a loophole)
(Here I am alive in front of mountains that I flee And others that I climb)

By saying to myself
Death is just the consequence of life
It is useless to turn back
Keep going down, until you find the worst part of your self
Until you show the signs
Than you can come back to the right side of the cycle
Dreams and facts
Act and react
Fears and doubts
Until you lose or not…faith

And No one should do more than what he can
For him what he did and against him what he failed


12. HIJRAH

I feel foreign in my own mind
I reach my self behind the enemy’s line
I’m sure reflection can help me to get out of this nightmare
Rationality stays up in my perceptions of how I should care
But, what if I’m just wrong?
I’m sure reflection can help me to get out of this nightmare
Rationality stays up in my perceptions of how I should care
I am sure I am missing something
Reading and rereading the whole thing
My intention, is to draw near the perfection

They said and they still say; this is just madness, please stop doing that, you’re acting like you’re pretentious, but what is worst than if we die, أيكار tried and now we can fly

I don’t miss anything I’m just nervous
I just need to adjust this circus
Leave me there
I’m not done yet, I am venomous too