1. DARK VISIONS

Large drops of our tears
Formless dimension of humanity
Only sense of infinit pain
Desperate state

Dark visions..

Dreams of sky-reaching mind
Only weekness in plaster figure
Only sense of infinit pain
Desperate state

Dark visions..


2. INFLECTED FUTURE

Totrure, scream of death
My anger and violence
Lost soul in afterlife
Drowning in pollutions
That's it!!
My insane
My anger and violence
I'm soil I'm clay
Waiting for depatrure plan

Waiting for the plastic judgement
Faithful and staunch
Beyond curtains of my outrage
Highness is mine
Waiting for inflected future
I want to puzzle my brain
And pass over in silence


3. ASTAROTH

The war inside my mind
I'm dying alone, nobody cry
Blood still running on my naked body

This time I'm a liar
You don't remember, I will never forget
Evil talk to me, I am astaroth

I am Astaroth, Astaroth
I'm child of devil, evil

Death comes, comes to me
It shows my every good sin
"You fucking die, don't you see?"

I did my time, don't fall asleep
You are jealous, can't be me
You fucking hate me, is it real?
Stand up, and fight!
Screw up? get out of my life!

I am human, human
I am child of devil, evil

Astaroth lied, I never died
Power of human, like saruman
Waiting for a sleep, victim like a sheep
Death is not the end, like a neverland

Why don't you hate me my creator?
I am philosopher if you die in my eyes


4. ARTIFACTS OF THE BLACK RAIN (IN FLAMES COVER)

Stood there leaning to the city moon,
Casting silhouettes tall to grip,
Her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked

Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams, that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl alone,
Silent warrior in a fantasy world

He cried for night / but night could not come
So, swept in the shroud of misanthropia, he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile

He made the footprints a part of his heart
To rouse a sacred confrontation

Stood there carving on the monument to lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends,
With the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares,
Her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold, icy womb