1. INTRO - THE FIVE

In the false mirror of time
My face is reflected
It's contorted by
The grimeace of pain
My eyes are looking for
The warmth of light
Emanating from
The divine purity of mind
Darkness is wrapping me
With an impenetrable cloak of fear
I am looking for away out of reality
Through the prism of perfection
I am setting out on a pelgrimage
Trampling all suffering
And throwing aside all pain
Born out of human foolishness
I am walking down
The thorny road of torment
Sharp stones are hurting my feet
And one can hear the groan
Of the tired wanderer
Anxiety is crushing me
Wind is dispersing my thoughts
Divine hand is stroking my forehead
And bitter tears are falling down my face


2. BRUTAL REALITY

Unfortunate life is coming to an end
Terrible certainty doesn't allow hope to creep in
Hell is still alive only sometimes asleep
Feeding on the evil of the world
THERE'S NO SALVATION FOR US
Darkness of soul blurs out the vision of the world
It is adamant, it doesn't allow us to see our brother
Darkness of soul leads us to a total darkness
It is untamable, it is impossible to
WRENCH ONESELF FREE
Dawn and dusk, are they the oppositions of my soul?
Day and night open the gate of lust? Night!
Reality and dreams the borders between them fade away
Body and blood high -
- SOUNDINGLY CALLED MAN


3. WAVES OF SUFFERING

I'd like at least once to look into the future
Direct my eyes straight into the nest of hate
And watch how suffering is being born out of love
And how sin is being born out of suffering
Let the sun go out when darkness comes
Let the moon close her eyes when I look up at the sky
Let the night wrap me up with her coat
And let the wind direct me to the place
Where destiny is awaiting me
Like an exhausted wanderer I'm struggling through my life
Time is carving out on my face patterns of the passing days
Day by day, hour by hour the pain in my heart is growing
Let the sun go out when darkness comes
Let the moon close her eyes when I look up at the sky
Let the night wrap me up with her coat
And let the wind direct me to the place
Where destiny is awaiting me
From a far I can see a cry
It's the creator who's calling me
My journey is coming to an end
Like a run down old man
I am coming to him
He isn't far away
And he's waiting for me


4. DARKNESS OF SOUL

You rush through you life and hurying in a tumult
You're afraid of losing something which has
Always been the best in you
Sometimes I discover
Slow down for a moment and use your brain
Our existence is very short
Each moment could be your chance
So grab it and remember
There's more and more that fear within us
The fear of existence, the fear of life
The essence of soul dies out
And only the body runs on to it's death
That there's now a new better time
You will overcome you fear and anxiety
The bad moments will never come back
Lock your wardrobe of bad memories
FEAR!!!


5. DESTINY

Can you see the space
That seperates you from disaster?
It is crossing with the shadows of the past
At home the empty walls
Are surrounded by a martyr's wires
Your trembling hands
Are pushing away dignity
Only one day is going to save you from death
When you see your sense of existence.
A made up reality
Is throwing you down on the ground
A wound is opening up on your head
And blood flows out from your mouth
Your whole body is pulsating in convulsions
Only one day is going to save you from death
When you see your sense of existence
In your head there's one confusion
Your brain is becoming a sticky mud
In the mirror you see your animal face
And in your ego you see alkohol
Closed in the room
With your own thoughts
You're waiting for someone
To give you a hand
But you realize
That you rejected everyone
Long time ago
And now you are alone


6. FEAR

They are being lead out
Onto the stony courtyard in the morning
And told to stand against the wall
The five men
Two of them in the tender age
The others mature
Nothing else can be said about them


7. ONLY ONE DAY

When the firing squad are raising their guns
Suddenly everything becomes clear
In the glaring light of certainty
The yellow wall, the cold sky
The black wire on the wall
Instead of the horizon
This is the moment of the five senses' rebellion
Which would like to escape
Like rats from a sinking ship
Before the bullet comes to its destination
The eye will notice the coming shell
The ear will record the steely whizz
The nostrils will fill with acrid smoke
A flake of blood will skim the palate
And the touch will shrink and slacken now
They are lying on the ground
Covered with shadow up to their eyes
The squad are leaving the yard
Their buttons, straps and steel helmets
Are more alive than those five
Lying at the wall
It was not today that I've learned about this
I've known about this for a long time
So why have I been writing trivial poems about flowers?
What were the five men talking about before the execution?
About prophetic dreams
About adventure in a brothel
About car parts
About a sea cruise
And that he should not have played the cards
When the other had the aces of spades
That vodka is the best and that wine gives you a headache
About girls, fruits, life
... shadow up to their eyes
Therefore you can use in poetry
The names of Greek shephards
You can try to record the colour of the morning sky
You can write about love and once again in dead earnest
You can present the betrayed world with a rose.


8. NAKED TRUTH

The glass ball is breaking, dreams are being shattered
Talismans are good for nothing, a card arrangement
I have not asked God for so much despair
Again regretting the word I desire to be rescued
With my naked truth
I am alone again
He on the cross is looking at me
The wounded half-man
When I'm entering the dark canvas of the night
When I'm giving myself-up to the embraces of the day
I'm not waiting, I'm not asking, I don't believe that you exist
In the heart of my doubts there's an undreamed dream
With my naked truth
I am alone again
He on the cross is looking at me
The wounded half-man
Silent columns, people at the altar
In a soulless calm are clasping their hands
They will have to wait in a bracing hope
Until the rain of death falls here under the crucifix


9. THE FIVE

Black whirling thoughts
Pulsating in my head
With madness leads
My mind to agonal depression
And a grimace of pain
Impressed on my face
Deepens hour by hour
Like a stream boring
The river bed.
Extreme exhaustion
Knock my brain out
When I'm thinking
About the sense of life
Reality and dreams
Miss each other
Through the crumbling walls
Of my heart
A stream of harm
Leaks through
Impressing on each particle
The imprint of this existence.
When I withdraw into myself
When I am alone
Pain is my master
I can see around me
Shadows sneaking by.
I am frightened of night
When I am alone
The fetters of suicide
Are tightening more and more
On the winged arms of death.


10 . NAGA PRAWDA

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