1. CHREMATHEISM

ur world is lost!
Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done
Idolism, primitivism are among us
Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature
Hubrisism, self-importance... chrematheism just renewed itself

Our species is of an arrogance which pushes the limits of indecency
Despite this, there are so many souls who seem to really enjoy the idea

One should have learned world history
Rather the one of territories

Wrong! Everything went wrong!

Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End!

Our world is lost!
Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done
Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature
Hubrisism, self-importance... chrematheism just renewed itself

Things keep starting over and over again from square one
And the time will come when this insolent pride will have to be paid for

One should have learned world history
Rather the one of territories

Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End!

Our world is lost!
Egotism, fetishism, the cult of matter is still far from done
Idolism, primitivism are among us
Building bridges, freeing ourselves from the cliffs and the shores drawn by nature
Hubrisism and chrematheism just renewed themselves

When the poorest know how to be satisfied with modest icons
The wealthiest show a weird propensity to submit to the cult of toys

One should have learned world history
Rather the one of territories

Hubris is ours! Welcome to the End!


2. WE ARE THE SUN GODS

Remember the time of the heliocentrism rediscovery
Hitherto absent from all Western culture since Antiquity
The Spiritual Power then rejected this new theory
Which would’ve called into question their dogma’s validity

But the governing bodies always find a way
To temper and please all those who can defy them
The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate

But if God created us in his image, would we all be his idols?
And if he is Light himself, then we could all be sun gods!

In order to become aware of a certain inconsistency
The revelations of an inverted world are edifying
For wisdom cannot thrive and grow through a one-sided perception
But rather blossom in the joys of the upside down kingdom

But the governing bodies always find a way
To temper and please all those who can defy them
The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate

But if God created us in his image, would we all be his idols?
And if he is Light himself, then we could all be sun gods!

Bait, Tame, Subjugate... the old way...

Technology is a threat to all spiritual leaders
Unless it turns out be idolized in turn
Innovation gives us the illusion of a free will
That slips from our hands in case of lack of mindset

For the governing bodies always find a way
To temper and please all those who can defy them
The ancient triptych: Bait, Tame, Subjugate

God created us in his image and we are all his idols
And as he is Light himself, then we are the sun gods!


3. THE ORB

If the words fly away but the writings remain
Are we all that prone to the fear of forgetting?
Some of us try to keep safe every little thing we made
But delight seems to belong to those with short memory

Some say the four tigers devoured all men
The four winds swept them away
The four rains and waters overwhelmed them
And the four earthquakes will spell the end of our sun

Yet there are softer ways to disappear...

We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on
Long before a black hole swallows the orb

Utterly devoid of any patience our species is getting ready for the great auto-da-fé
We are not that prone to the fear of destroying
But thanks to the erasure of memories we all find a way to grieve more serenely
For delight seems to belong to those with short memory

Happiness appears to belong to those with short memory

For delight seems to belong to those with short memory
We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on
Long before a black hole swallows the orb

We’ll be done with sawing off the branch we are sitting on...
Sawing off the branch we are sitting on... we are sitting on...


4. SAVITRI

You were here...
You were here before it started
Before the origin of speech
Before the invention of writing
Before we all came to life

May we see...
May we see the light in you
The inciting sun, the great inspirer, the great nurturer, the loving one
You’re in the air, the earth and oceans... the flame that burns within us

Without your presence nothing down here would ever exist
Without your brilliance nothing down here would ever live

The creator, the first entity, the one who made the world as one
The great destroyer, the devastator, the one who creates lives and takes them back
You are the beginning of everything but nobody knows who you are
You are the beginning of everything but nobody knows your name

Nobody knows your name, but you’ll be the wellspring of all the rivers of blood!

There is no temple in your name, but soon the whole world will beg you for mercy!
There is no temple in your name... but there is no place where you are not celebrated
There is no temple in your name but you are worshiped everywhere
There is no temple in your name but yet the whole world sings your glory
There is no temple in your name... Mother!
There is no temple in your name!


5. BREEDING SILENCE

Let us do away with the lines between us
Until we make sure that the war is over

No revolution started by uttering words
Rather through the silence preceding action
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

For all thoughts lose their meaning once told
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

We are able to eat each other alive in times of peace
But we all have the gift to coalesce
And fight together when the threat is real

Let us do away with the lines between us all!

Some claim that History is only written by the victors
So why not doubt all the writings and go back to Oracy?
‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’

So the art of breeding silence is now the only way
At least until we make sure the war is over

‘Listen to the forest that grows, rather than the tree that falls’*

*Quote from Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel


6. VICTORY

In no way death should be the deliverance from earthly sufferings
Which are the consequences of one’s disavowal
For there is no unacceptable experiences
Apart from those one has no control over at all

But who will be blessed by the Tabor’s light?
Surely not a single soul meant to surrender

It is not in submission and compliance with the codes
That we will ensure peace and freedom
The only way out would be the end of all critical thinking
And our soul washed of everything what makes us human beings

But who will be blessed by the Tabor’s light?
Surely not a single soul meant to surrender

O Death... where is thy sting?
O Grave... where is thy victory?
[1 Corinthians 15:55]

Acts of rebellion may now seem so outdated
Left for old-fashioned dreamers out of this world
But Hope has undoubtedly changed sides...
And turns out to reside only within those who live in jail

So is this how faith can triumph over death?
Is this what you really wanted?
A soul shackled to a lifeless body
O Grave... O Death, here is thy victory!


7. WALTZ OF SHADES

Knowing that from decay spring out new forms of life
Could loneliness then help to lessen one’s strife?
For every night I can hear some dancers’ laughter
Whose sound crushes my soul and makes my body quiver

Like a bird in a golden cage
I feel encircled by this whirling ballet
For every night it all echoes the same
Waiting my turn to join them in the shade

When the whirlwind of void is overwhelming me
Through the haze emerges this gloomy melody
Feeling a presence through silence and misery
Shadows appear and begin their choreography

Like a bird in a golden cage
Feeling encircled by a whirling ballet
For every night it all echoes the same
Waiting my turn to join them in the shade

And in the end I am secretly attending
For it’s the only way my days take on meaning

If mind is a melody, body is a dance
Soul, an elegy... then let my whole life be a trance!

Like a bird in a golden cage
I feel encircled by this whirling ballet
For every night it all echoes the same
Waiting my turn...
Like a bird in a golden cage
Feeling encircled by this whirling ballet
For every night it all echoes the same
Waiting my turn to join them...
May my ashes join the waltz of shades!


8. SCALE OF SORROWS

I saw all the stars fading away when the sun came up

Ever since some admitted that losing or burying the flesh of one's flesh
Was the most unbearable suffering one could endure: the worst kind of sad
Here comes the pain!
It’s not hard to convince oneself that our afflictions are the worst of all worlds

But no pain worth more than another

Facing the loss of a dear one is not systematically ‘the fault in our stars’
It is always easier to look for a scapegoat that one can find anywhere
Here comes the pain!
For the reason why we feel offended can come out from something we have rejected
I remember seeing the stars fading away when the sun came up

May the filth of your soul finally come to light
The fact of being in mourning does not make you right

For when the sun rises, the stars go out

And it is not by burning the forests
Or flooding the lands with your tears
That you will find consolation
It is not by force that one can ease the worst kind of pain
Just like in all your dreams, everything slips from your hands: Remember Gnowee!
Here comes the end! No one will help you to find your progeny
Remember Gnowee! You will only further conceal the light you seek
For when the sun rose... all the stars went out!


9. STRANGE DAYS (THE DOORS COVER)

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing or find a new town
Yeah!

Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it
Yeah!

Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone