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Hiding in Light
05:33
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Melior morior bellator, quam ago profugus
Reveal the truth
Broken oath
Guilty
Anything within your endless mourn
Can redeem the broken shield
Standard of throne, burning and torn
May be the might of your filth
Sacred vow rotted on your tongue
Time has come, raise your spear
Let twilight fall upon a brave folk
Who fly upwards, shedding a tear
Their eyes faded into your dawn
Paling horizon, shining moon
Shining moon
Melior morior bellator, quam ago profugus
Hiding in light
No one says
Guilty
Guilty.
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Alteration α
05:32
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So again in this spiral
Where pain needn't be denied
The pendulum comes ever lower
I am come to the gate of silence
And feel them bending over me
Watching my trembling fingers
Waves rush to paint in me black
Creasing the surface, so soft and yet adamantine
Silver, as Moon above her lingers
Relinquishment rides the plaices
Into the depths
Suddenly a flame-tongue licks the time
And sand in hourglass begins to flow
And through the glass i clearly saw myself
Like a black scrap waving in the distance
The sea, crownless by the foam,
Begs me for reticence
Raising a sand tomb for my toes
Now I see, they are cracked
As they tried to reflect
Me
Now they shrink before me
Or have I risen above their tops?
Shaping them with bare hands
Finally Sun breaks that silence
Scorches edge of the cliffs red
And with such irresistible violence
Catches the ocean into a sparkling net
And through the mouth of timesnake
I leave this cosmic gate
And as I feel the shift of blades
Inside my arms
The pain is denied.
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How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep! Oh sleep, oh gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee
And hush'd with buzzing nightflies to thy slumber
Than in the perfumed chambers of the great
Under the canopies of costly state
And lull'd with the sound of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile
In loathsome beds, and leavest the kingly couch
A watch-case or a common 'larum-bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge
And in the visitation of the winds
Who take the ruffian billows by the top
Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them
With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds
That, with the hurly, death itself awakes?
Canst thou, o partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy, in an hour so rude
And in the calmest and most stillest night
With all appliances and means to boot
Deny it to a king?
Then happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
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4. |
Dream of the Origins
03:14
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The nice inner gloom has opened
The warm cradle of the soul, lost homeland
Time of formless being
The first hesitant thrill above the fountain
Under which primeval times of ancients slumber
Of forests dreaming
So fumble, oh soul
Just wander
Pick blindly in sate bath of innocent instincts
Of chiaroscuro
I know you, gloomy soul
Nothing's more necessary for you
Nothing can saturate you so
Can extinguish your thirst
Like a return to your origins
Here around you a wave rustles
And you're the wave
Rustles a wood and you're the wood
Now there's no oustide and there's no inside
You are a bird, flying with the winds
You are a fish, swimming in the sea
You devour light and you are the light
And as you taste the darkness, you become the night
We wander, oh soul,
We swim and we fly and we smile
By tender spiritual fingers disrupted threads again we bind
Blissfully we stop the failed vibration
No longer we do seek god
For we are god
And we are the world
We kill as we die
And we create and rise again with our dreams
Our nicest dream is the blue sky
Our nicest dream is the sea
Our nicest dream is a clear starry night
And it's a fish
And it's a bright joyful sound
And it's a crystalline joyful light
All is our dream
Every thing is our nicest dream
We have just died and became the Earth
We have just discovered the laughter
We have just died and became the Earth
We have just discovered the laughter.
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5. |
The Hard Journey Back
04:54
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Sun & Shadow
06:08
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Sun and shadow, fighting on the stone
The work of almighty human hands
Every single day the battle begins again
Gleam of an eye can unveil everything
In endless nights of laughter and discoveries
The world opens wide
And every touch of string, of loyalty, of life
Can lead new way beyond the horizons
When liers cry in flames
Others spitting in their face
Their faith once again suffocates in swirling dust of ruins
All is there!
In coldness of stone
In sweat, in whisper of wings
Every colour, every sight
Scent of a woman, dark letters of wisdom
Everything's a journey to universe of possibilities
To a carcinoma of thoughts
Seen in details or in its whole greatness
Both are infinite
And paramount
Evolution goes forth
Old drawings up in flames
And with the last breath
The circle closes
All is there!
In coldness of stone
In sweat, in whisper of wings
All is there.
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Reflection of Torment
05:59
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The smell of coming evening
Already lying to beneath the forest floor
This is the point where the perspective ends
Now come forward
Through fissures and annual rings
And search for a coal to outline
The most desirable feeling
When everything makes sense
But let those leaves lay how they have fallen
Edges maybe someone's microcosm borders
With brown November waterways, stretched to every top
The pure all knowing existence in one life-giving drop.
So hide your treasures in the islands of moss
So that your voice can split to its thousand ears
And don't be afraid, they won't tell anyone
What makes your smile so cold
That you no longer feel you understand
The beauty of this world
So let them lay how they have fallen
Pass the life
Reflect the torment
Climb down the Evolution tree.
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The inner eye - traveller
Sinks to liquid depths of thought
Boiling bubbles in wake
Carry the shell of Venus
But the pink angle of nacre
Shows an augury of dark meeting
In the tomb of a billion closed eyes
Bobbing in silent tides of plancton
Meeting at a bioluminiscent trap
Deep green eyes of anemones
Where through the leaves those phantom stars flash
They were the primeval source of my birth
And they will keep my ash
Deep green eyes of anemones
Where through the leaves those phantom stars flash
They were the primeval source of my birth
And they will keep my ash
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9. |
Lemuria
04:39
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10. |
The Cosmos
04:55
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At the beginning of time
There was only blackness
Blackness deeper than moonless night
And then came that spark
Which started everything
And all was formed from utter chaos
You must seek your own spark in everything
And may you find one
You shall expand like cosmos
And the former chaos of your soul
Will raise a king
Seize your will and all these spark
Will never, oh never!
Burn out
And they will shine, lux in tenebris,
To blackness deeper than moonless night.
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Most of our songs are non-repetitive, have their unique atmosphere and are slightly touched by progressive metal. We try to tailor music with many different overlapping melodies which pleases audience that likes to discover music secrets in the songs.
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