1. FINGERPRINT

(Instrumental)


2. PLASTIC

I've torn down every calcium wall,
I've bathed in your liquid realm.
Don't kneel under my weight,
But concentrate:
Can't you see I am the seal?

I eat these livid corridors;
You leave your lower state.
I hum, you care.

Sleep will come, before I am done.
I will lie down, on the highest gland.

But, do you know what I like the most?
Steamed vanilla dust dreams;
Intertwined with crystallized infections.
Just one sequence to mold the crown.

Remember how I saved you!
You can kneel under my weight now.
Remember how I saved us!
You can kneel under my weight


3. VATNAJÖKULL

(Instrumental)


4. DRY FEET

Forty-two days in a row,
He gazed unwavering,
At the two chairs on bare ground anchored.
The pale shapes sat on the wood,
With skin pierced by splinters
And eyes scorched by the dust.

Fine words of passion swing from their mouths through the air,
Then burrow the earth, to dissipate deep beneath their feet.
Still, they wait breathless for a reflux, one the ground will not shed.

White vulture of the silver cliff, spread his wings.

Imminent death on the two chairs.
The rite had constantly failed.
Thus the vulture now plans his slow tedious descent through the clouds.

Awed he flies back, while his prey becomes its kin life resource.


5. ETHERIC DRIFTING | DATURA

(Instrumental)


6. ETHERIC DRIFTING | ASCENSION

I once accepted light in my retina,
And now, I carry the burden of countless solar rays,

That burned my eyes.
But sight is vain,
On the path I walk.
I 'm not alone;

Though I can't see the others,
I hear their unearthly breath all around me.

Every single hour a heavy sound wave
Hits my tympanums until they crack.
Then it stops and pain strikes,
But I can still hear them
As if they were deep inside of my system.
Yet I feel them rubbing on each other,
Hitting the soil with every footstep.

Relentlessly they march
And I follow, slowly growing anxious,
Hardly moving forward.

All I remember are the noises I hear every moment
And they never change.

"Numb eyes and numb heart,
Make place for the new skies!
Dead skin, peel from my flesh now!"

Open these eyes, open these eyes now,
Colors and shades, colors and shades now.

Why does it seem so hard ,
To awake these sleeping orbs.

That once were portals to the parallels of life.

"With eyes open I now walk the path that cut the seas,
Leading straight to the Sun.

Hey, mighty fiend why do You hide
Behind that thick door
From deep waters rising,
And above the highest mountains peaking."


7. 40 Seconds

Digging, drilling my neck,
Reaching for my innocence.
Relentlessly , they march in me;
Unknowingly, they set me free.


8. APEIROPHOBIA

A tear of blood, that flowed from Chaos' eyes
Fell into the depths of nil...

And then it started to divide
Unleashing light, shadows and life.
Chaos awakened from
His long slumber
Opened his eyes and tried to remember...
A souvenir of desolation,
Crumbled his thoughts of new creation.
On heaven's floor he ripped His soul,
And threw its seeds towards the sun.

All strings are uncoiled,
Singularly mirrored.

Tilting the hourglass,
He stares at all existence,
Spurting from a drip of blood.
Down below His eyes, the mountains rip the skies,
Shaking the foundations of the earth.
The fundamental laws, spoken by the wise old tongues,
Resonating through all minds.
At these behests they live, mirroring their beliefs,
Dragging the backwards current along.

Earth will swallow living, just to please itself.
You will swallow living, just to please yourself.
Earth wil swallow living just to please itself,
Distant eyes remain on silver cliffs to mourn the bodies.
Quintessence the goal of every living being,
Pulls their souls into the mouth of Sheol.

The hole in their minds will grow deeper and suck the colors down,
The air filling their lungs will burn their bodies from the inside out.

Mountains of garbage will grow...
Oceans will drain, living will remain.

Chaos, will come back and destroy the world He built,
Drawing a circled path hidden in a tear of blood.


9. EYE OF KOALA

In days of yore,
I've seen the first cherry trees,
Thrive under the dazzling rays of Novas.
Never had I witnessed a more mesmerizing scent
Than the one of blossoms, salt and dust,

Floating over a dead soil,
By Amaterasu and Suijin forgotten.
"Beware!" tongues utter,
When unexpected events happen.
Questioning is however unavailing,
As long as two eyes obfuscate the third one.

In days of progress,
I've seen the first deadly plagues,
Spread under the blinding rays of Supernovas.
Never had I witnessed a more paralyzing sight,
Than the one of an eyeless mother,

Carrying the dead foetus of her brother,
There, where causes have no roots.
I am the paradox,
The existence I don't comprehend,
Source of misunderstood logic I remain
As long as one eye obfuscates the other two.


10. PANSPERMIA

Trails of vivid light,
Towards an incandescent accumulation of matter,
Constantly converge.
Echoes of fossil breath, dim the thin stratum
Of vital elements shivering in the confusion.
Sporadic structures congregate in vast scapes,
Torn by currents deriving from viscid liquids.

Massive stones and acid lakes,
Cold and still: Inanimate.
Crimson Waters, inducing life.
Threatening moon, convulsing tides.
Benevolent satellites in suspension.

Now bow to the moon, embrace the light, open your mind.
A fertile ray scorches the seas, poking the Earth.
Holy decay is imminent.

Pull your eye ball out of your head,
Let it soak up, all acid lakes.
Has your itchy synapse faded,
Now that the pain has reached the apex?
Could you hear your groans,
Would you even care to do so?

None will know you've seen beauty,
In the core of their burrowed essence.
Hold your breath and bathe,
For the last time in this mire.
Your departure will be seen
From the edges of light and time.

Gather their roars, whimpers and hopes,
Gather their bones, fibers and molds.

Turn your tongue in your mouth,
Then carefully chew it all and swallow down.
Synthesize its marrow.
Crush your body to infinity,
Let yourself become a mere idea.

You are the messenger inside,
You will resolve the absence of self in self.
You are ripe, thus can leave this crust;
You will resolve the absence of bliss, one day.

Like benevolent satellites in suspension,
You just float all by yourself, In the cold lonesome ether,
Searching every single corner
Your one eye could have seen In this vast expanse of existence beyond all reach.

Trails of light in the sky,
Constantly converging.