1. HATESPRING

Hatespring!

Not of this world, in the wrong time and place,
Impossible to improve or destroy it
He choose hate to carve himself into stones
And pride to defeat something, someone…

Hatespring, unsatisfiable thirst,
Fights, against uncurable disease.
Bitter-sweet way of life!

Ignorance, prejudice, faults of others
Become his desperation, his fury-traction.
Achieving vindication by execution.

Hatespring, unsatisfiable thirst,
Fights, against uncurable disease.
Bitter-sweet way of life!

Murderers, Outlaws - With those words the law fell under my feet...When I invoked humanness, man concealed it, disappear then into me compassion and respect towards mankind. And be happy the skilful who among you will be the most fierce incendiary, because I say he will be rewarded like a king!”
Die Rauber - F. Schiller

Justice will never come, illusion of weak minds
Divine injustice by mortal, bloody hands.
Turn off the sky, rise, fall, fall!

Hatespring, unsatisfiable thirst,
Fights, against uncurable disease.
Bitter-sweet way of life!

Last hymns, war is lost
Everything's burnt but pride
Better struggle and die!


2. CREATE, DON'T BE A SLAVE

Far from conformity
As much as the presumed new
And alternative ways of thinking,
also them standardized

How long you'll resist the siege?
You notice that something wonderful
Through your ears is coming inside you

You assimilate it, you draw it
near experiences and sensations
Then you feed on it without
thinking if it's right or not

You imagine a world between the earth
and a melancholy sky, full of strange emotions,
of gloomy shades or barely visible colours.

Create, don't be a slave
So melancholically sweet, so violent
…in your particular vision of things

…Sometimes you can't taste creativity
in contaminated flavours
but with some time new tastes will be born
if you'll know how to measure'em out…

Discouragement rises
When you look at ugly imitations of art
And pure feelings symbolized
by masterpieces of the past

Many won't perceive the majesty
Of this sensation…but somewhere
Someone will blindly believe in what you are doing

Create, don't be a slave
So melancholically sweet, so violent
…in your “obstinate” vision of things


3. BLOOD IRRIGATOR

Ghost of anger is back
And it dwells again inside your eyes
You seem really glad
And you are ready to strike!

Always the same obstinate
You see yourself in the right way

Their blood will be the future
Of this world that runs too fast
You will irrigate and breed your field
Cradle of a new civilization

Blood – scattered on the field
The scarecrow looks at you – He doesn't approve…

Did you ever think that this world doesn't belong to you?
Neither this matters for you.

…You'll be discovered and you know it well
The only thing that means is to complete
In your lucid insanity
This plan so important to you…

…Neither a bit of bitterness
After sweeping away that life still in bloom
Also this would have symbolized
The world so hated by you?

And the scarecrow stands here angry
Neither you seem so satisfied


4. WITHERED

Life, so called gift
So lovely given, so fast forgotten.
Our memories, dead into us,
Our memories, dead into others.

Life, that we defend
At the cost of losing it,
Exhausted within a blink
Of eternity into nothingness.

Our second and last death,
Withered flowers on the grave.
All of us forgotten,
Withered flowers on the grave.

Not good nor evil are our actions,
Just great deeds and failures,
Leaded by our unsatisfiable thirst
For knowledge and power.

Life, that we defend
At the cost of losing it,
Exhausted within a blink
Of eternity into nothingness.

Our second and last death,
Withered flowers on the grave
All of us forgotten,
Withered flowers on the grave


5. LEECH MAN

Remember your secret fear…

Behind our shadows
He stands tall
A winning man
He tries to appear to us
A two-face smile
Look out!
A secret fear
You see in his eyes

Rub the energy of others
Few will try to recover!
Fear of consuming youth
Victims are erasing

Showing as
Winning man

Slaughter or victim?
Created by experiences of us
Enhanced with no mercy
Disguised by gentleness

Light shows all the weakness
Past wounds restart to open
If some people did it to him
He will do it against others

Remember who is the ruler…

By our secret dreams
He reigns
And if you try to
Dethrone him you'll be
A violent envious
…Loser!
A manifest sorrow
They see in your eyes

Death - She's the ruler
Self-destruction as a
Way to deceit Her!
We're those who have

Created a
Leech-Man
And is this…a fraud to death?