2.Melancholy The lovers of night in the fadded mouths brought the message of the hopeless solitude silent nature in the possessed dance bowed trees seem to pay the homage humiliation'n'death the gods of heaven irony of things which are still passing immortal'n'eternal march of the martyrs alone on the rock of might of existence dying in silence conscience like the rugged velvet empty balconies, the windows of closed lands the rain is sappin' the blood from the death stones of the power of naked nothingness So ridiculous in his sudden will of fight entanglin' the legs in mazes of eternal condemnation the hopeless of life the smell of thousands of candles burnin' on the nameless tombs for glory of the unknown pagan deities you're overthrowin' the monuments to overthrow the nyth of power thorn of rose hurts your hand too weak to beat the soulless stuff the gloom of soul and the sea of destiny melancholy of the silent funerals dry flowers, tears like tragic jokers no one know your name blue flowers in the moonlight are bleedin' of your voice
3.Dolor Ante Lucem The rows of the even planted old trees standing like the aged monuments of tradition passed on of the eternal rule of light immortal stigma and the chains for brain The fall is painting the trees in the colour of blood flowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beings sentenced to the eternal estrangement Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble doms overgrown of moss and shrouts crosses are screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light I'm standing at the gate of eternity with eyes full of pain gazed in nothingness vileness and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms The daily torment of existence comes again every part of a clock energy and stone is a part of destiny
4.Gods Of Steel I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad Flag is tremblin' in my hands I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock the picture of the dying people monuments of black tales Glaciers melted from the glow of thousands of hells forged with hands of the condemned beings the create the inaccessible heaven the vision of modern machine of extinction Scorning the might of universe we're staying equal gods to feel the shudder of anxiety when the all generations fall to ruin aspiration for eternity for the might of mind dark visions of bright'n'pemicious tombs Glaciers of steel the monuments of superhuman effort of the crowds stupified of life when the impotence and lack of final apocaliption inside Wrecks of words, of ecstasy this all mixed up with mud'n'slime of hopeless expectation Be equal to heaven'n'have a glance at shadows eyes feel the taste of divinity and fall of the huge ceiling those are the poisoned drugs of a limited mind the circle of light is whirling like the mill When the earth will have covered the steel of our feelings it will stay just the silence and the marble monument of the man
5.And Just The Birds... Elegy of silent windows of wind in the boughs of the trees of the plain of lights wrapped up in a grief The crest of roof broken'n'left walls overgrown of grass'n'wine white shrub washed down of drops of storm windows bunged with rotten boards And just the birds live here wanderers from distant hills the bringin' the breath of a space breath of unreal impetus
6.Apocalyptic Visions (Part II) And when sky will burn by fire of purple and the earth will tremble under my feet I won't tell anything I will fly high driven on the angel winds or I will fall straight to the dark abyss I won't tell anything... I will stay somewhere far, far... where? Don't ask for it man, fly and die!
7.Anxiety Where is my real imaginary world? Empty spaces of the sunset spaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweb life is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the nature the bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vine the grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes The tyrant of life triumphed
8.Landscape Of Sadness The blue eyes full of hues and sunshine the sad mouth full of longin'n'desires the puppets of the characters took out of fables they are making endless seas The eye, nothing but a soulless shape when the world and the universe are lying open the night and black the opposition for day and white good and evil thousands of colours like the sounds are flying up to the drew out hands The dream, the spasm, the desire eternal target, motivation for a life the black of curtain ending the play the weight of dead man eye-lids limits of existence and perfection where the truth, where the flowers where is the smell of thousands of flowers paradise The landscape of paradise the landscape of life the landscape of sadness
9.Lost Flowers Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings the silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of flowers of hate'n'love The rains streaming along the edge of the counter flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip the whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliance the darkened by the grey fog of the gloom Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeons we were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand The poetry of the streets drowned in the rain the green of the trees and the black of the night contrast of hope and hidden sad floods of tears cold and soulless Lost flowers covered by the dust of oblivion mercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour the past immortal monument of hate'n'love of passion'n'desire Someone said to the mirror when you're alone in your world it will be the end of your dreams it will stay just the sad the green of hope the next blessin' left on the stainy table
10.Violet Fields Of Extinction Violet fields, blooming at the nameless crime in the light of the empty screens pulsating ray short shutters of hatred ritual dance of shadow gestures Lodge of scoffers, tangled hands humiliation, blooming on the breasts like a weed transfused on the paper, the makes endless marches of twisted and sick gestures, insane shapes Evil, diminished to the measure of a tear in our might, small as the empty words madmen on the sock of glory'n'tradition darkness will come, bringin' the relief I won't see the face of god when he'll come with bowed head legs in the slime of dirty life left in own hopelessness on the armchair of illusions I will submit the sentence I'll stay the moon saving the cadaverous light on the violet fields of extinction
