1. LEPER AT THE GATES OF MIST (INTRO)

(Instrumental)


2. ANTIPRONIC DECAY I

Ending richness. 1999, our world...
Few trees grow old these days
Restless hearts linger through their leaves
Branches fall and stab the ground
They chisel the earth into darkness
Wretched hands put them back
Their shadows grow but stagger
As trembling air refuses to cope
With nature’s way, a poisoned dagger.
More and more, their age is brought back
By flowers weeping by their side
Sometimes they die together
And in hell from light they hide
Silent screams hit the firmament
As bolts of dirt rain down
On blood too dry to wash our sweat
And much too saint for in it to drown


2. ANTIPRONIC DECAY II

Whispering tree bark ventures the ground
In search for planes, parched soil free
Gaining seconds, gaining breaths every moment
As shallow words take shape and see
As life is fading, their life is gone
Colors turn brown; white turns dead
A stench of new times comes into play
A void appears to wash down leaves
From branches now melted on their trees
As I feel too velvet, as I feel decay

Opos dikos mon cheilos blepe be kaio mesa mavros fotia
Kathe meros ek ego o idios itan xypno
Dikos mon mati pipto mazi
Ego o idios itan yparxi apo arthro gi mono tau
Gia panta ftheiro

As my lips were burned in black fire
Every part of me was awake
To smell the unavoidable death
I was being scorched by the earth itself
Forever decay.

Gi panta ftheiro
A stench of new times comes into play
A void appears to wash down leaves
From branches now melted on their trees
As I feel too velvet, as I feel decay.
Gia panta ftheiro
Gia panta ftheiro


4. STATING THE PRICE OF REASONABLE GUILT

They state their mind is not for sale
Yet their voices seem so restless
When they hear a price too pale
Which cannot cover one’s guilt
But with things that 're not for sale
In their minds, a world has built

Went abroad by chasing winds
To see the price of thoughts
Through open minds quality binds
Which can cope with such hi-fi
Brought about by fading winds
When a peace of mind comes by
To cover them, in the air it binds

I built too much, they see so little
As they quiver under stones
I have walked these stones made of glitter
Hence I cannot walk alone
Any more thoughts can bring so little
But their minds eternal prone
Can cover their minds in glitter