1. INTRO / DE ONTHOLOGY

(instrumental)


2. ENJOY THIS MOMENT

Cold raw to quench dying's thirst
Who lies on despair mud
Sweaty front forebodes delirium.

He begs once more before starting migration.

On distance distance the chorus of parcas sing your name, name, your name,
Shuddering you pray you pray
And recogninzing your voice in that sattirical echo echo echo echo echo
You know there will be no answer.
The vision fades away.
Fades away.

A new landscape beats in front of you
Splendour of a vast world.

Bright colours embrance your chest
You remember the words of the happy ones
And you know they are wrong.

In this magic place
You can laught greeting the sentenceless creatures.

They speak about death without knowing
When the only thing which dies is pain is pain pain is pain pain pain
So you sympathize with those happy ones
Who won't enjoy this moment.
Who won't enjoy this moment.
Who won't enjoy this moment.
Who won't enjoy this moment.
Who won't enjoy this moment.
WHO WON'T ENJOY THIS MOMENT.


3. THE EAGLE OF THE REASON.

Aletheia , agreed the man
That who talks the crowd
And his sad words dazzled
And blinded those who , sightless , worship
And appeared the daybreak of the lonelyman
Who loved so much
That with his sinching
Naked his plenitude
The longer doubt
Kisses his end
The longer doubt
Kisses his end
Tell me , aurora , bring me away , far away
Where that ignorant mess won't cool down
The shadow from that who walks
Following this try of light of light
Poor as the turbulent water from the river
Who rushes furiously ,
Rich as its specks of bright
Cause they find the sea .
Cause they find the sea .

The eagle of the reason
Glides over western woods
And spies on his sure flight
On the only who realy knows
Alliance with the snake
Who gobbles stupid mice
Let's begin today
With the masterly aria from the fall of all idol
Brother nietzsche , remember us in your divine grave
Cause just in graves , can be resurrection
Amen .
Amen .


4. DECADENCE

Dancing history is lossing
Its beat of sincere longing
Rotten art floods the museums
Silliness gallops
With hypocritical brush
On worn canvas
Who can't speak any more any more
As long ago with the strength
Of the young romantics
Who looked face to face
To the abiss
Decadent art is the prelude
Which announce a lack in the soul
The end of the search
The end of the search
No genius, no artist, no man
All of them lacks words,
Temple of the soul.
The temple of the soul.
No genius, no artist, no man
No genius, no artist, no man man no
All of them lacks words,
Temple of the soul.
All of them lacks words,
Temple of the soul.
No genius, no artist, no man
And all them lacks words,
Temple of the soul.
Lacks words,
Temple of the soul.
Temple of the soul.

Is look at mirror and see me self
Is not easy
Are you brave enough to prove it?
Are you brave enough to prove it?


5. THE OTHER EDGE

Like a thunder
Which switchs off a dream
Like the hand
Writting a verse
Like a road in the time
Passed that moam.
That moam.

A mask without smile
Blessed the traveller
A bag full of utopia
Weighing like winters.

What hides behind your eyes
What hides behind your your chest chest
What hides behind your face
Mist, light or u universe.
Universe.

In the boat i cross the lake
Of cold water as the snow
In the boat i cross the distance
Which separates the enigmas
From the answers.

Do you know woman what i say
Do you know it my friend
Oh mother do you know
I don't know either
So, i'm still no borned.
No borned.


6. THE TROUBADOUR OF SOPHIA

Ancient cries
Lights up knowledge
The conscience dreams and doesn't see
Fleeting is the time
Is then necessary the chain the chain
Of the philosophical thought
The fight of the man
Ether in the lungs
Doesn't let me breath, let me understand
Soul destruction ,
Soul destruction ,
And with it existential uncertainty uncertainty uncertainty
Sophia, where you are...
Come and receive your troubadour
Give me wings and give me
Ware up my slept reason
Human reason, too much....
Human human reason too much too much too much
If my pen doesn't write
Maybe the ink will be tears.
Come and receive your troubadour
Give me wings and give me
Ware up my slept reason
Human reason reason, too much....
If my pen doesn't write
Maybe the ink will be tears.


7. BOTH SIDES OF THE COIN

An absolutly emptyness,
No breath , no veil ... No god
A vast ocean with no existence existence
Ocean with no existence
A coin with two sides
Being and not being
Turns round eternally,
Sinking adrift trough the nothing
Betwen both possibilities
( being )
( being )
Hell is calling you
And its flames burns your spirit ,
You cry for being bothered
You cry for being bothered
Great exploit , little joy
Great exploit , little joy
Follow their ethigs
It says don't dream of kissing
Don't stop don't stop breaking the silence
With your breath sprinkled with longing
Don't give up brother
Don't be afraid thought you'll be
A coin again, which turns round ,
There is an eternity for it to stop again
... And once more you will have to greet
This poor world.
This poor world.
Hell is calling you and its
And its flames burns your spirit ,
You cry for being for being bothered
Great exploit , little joy
Follow their ethigs
It says don't dream dream of kissing
Don't stop stop don't stop breaking the silence
Don't stop


8. INSPIRATION ARE YOU

No melody was ever
So sweet as my heart's
That enraptured with your love
Makes blood run rush.
Run rush.
Run rush.

No no no
No illusion was ever
So big and powerful
As finding your look ,
Warm , staring at me.

No sadness would
Cause me so much pain
As watching you leaving
By the dry path of good bye.

Inspiration are you
Grander in person
It has name of flower
It's the purest muse.

The whole poets of history
Would envy me if they saw you
Cause you are more beautiful
Than same poetry.
Poetry poetry poetry.


9. EXPIRE

I see a world
Fed up with passion
Scared of destiny
Ashamed of sin.

Expire to god.

Blind for seing the horrors
Disguised in vicious
Ambitious for having
So much and poor poor.

Heaven hear me
So hard and sweet
So sad, pray for me
Down here
We die
Down here
We cry.

I see a world
Fed up with passion
Scared of destiny
Ashamed of sin.

I want
I need.