1. Prophet

He had no eyes
He saw much more than us
Fire in his hands
Stigmata of the universe

He came to reign
Over our dying world
Nobody knew him
And he knew everyone by name

There in his book
So many dates, so many fates
There in his book of death
Your final scream and my last breath
Mysterious signs
Symbols and scribbles everywhere
On every yellowed page
All in his book of death

He said no word
Yet we had to obey
His silent orders
We understood them very well

Inside the ring
Of cosmic energies
He shaped black matter
Using the strongest gravity

There in his book
So many dates, so many fates
There in his book of death
Your final scream and my last breath
Mysterious signs
Symbols and scribbles everywhere
On every yellowed page
All in his book of death

Stigmata of the universe...
Cos he knew everyone by name...
We understood them very well...
Feeling the strongest gravity...

2. Ganges

In the holy river Ganges
In the river of karma and souls
Shiva speaks to the Goddess Kali
Gently breezes carry his voice
In the holy river Ganges
Pilgrims wash away their sins
And the water kisses their bodies
Like the priestess of your dreams

At the Sati ritual fires burn and burn
Flames will quickly take you down
You will drown in flames

In the sacred river Ganges
In the river of spirits and blood
Shiva speaks to the Goddess Kali
Kali will respect no god
On the hill there is a graveyard
Where the fire people lie
Those who cannot ever be there
To the river are sacrificed

At the Sati ritual fires burn and burn
Ganges endless waves still flow
But the ashes change

In the blessed river Ganges
There are many skulls and bones
Shive speaks to the Goddess kali
Kali wants to kill us all
No more room for Kama Sutra
If you wish to stay alive
You are waiting for a new star
Maybe in another time

Take a dive into the waters
Swim and search the gate inside
You may find a lot of wonders
You may break it open wide

3. Komatrance

In the web of dreams
In the well of nightmares
In the world of her coma
She's playing her game
She belongs to the clan
Half-alive, half-dead
Her astral body
Stronger than her mortal shell

Sleepwalking
Still talking
She's stalking
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking
Still talking
She's stalking
Sleepwalking
She is in her sleep
Her prey somnambulist!
She is in her sleep
Her prey somnambulist!

In distorted rooms
Corridors to nowhere
In the depths of her coma
She has found her home
She's no longer alone
Forever she belongs there
Her astral body
Stronger than her mortal shell

Sleepwalking
Still talking
She's stalking
Sleepwalking
Sleepwalking
Still talking
She's stalking
Sleepwalking
She is in her sleep
Her prey somnambulist!
She is in her sleep
Her prey!

4. On The Border

5. Cold Obsession In My Eyes

A rude awakening, I realize
There's cold obsession in my eyes
An alien face that I've to show
Belonged to me some years ago
I'm not myself

I've killed my feelings, I'm soulless ice
There's cold obsession in my eyes
My second mind comes out again
Now filled with hatred and with pain
I'm not myself

Don't bullshit me with all that fiction
Your propaganda's the worst addiction
I don't believe a word you say
I wanna have and walk my way
You hide from death in lies of life
But then you die, who'll tell me why?

Although so young, I'm old and wise
There's cold obsession in my eyes
Facing my fears, I lose the fight
My soul is black and knows no light
I'm not myself

I've killed my feelings, I'm soulless ice
There's cold obsession in my eyes

Don't bullshit me with all that fiction
Your propaganda's the worst addiction
I don't believe a word you say
I wanna have and walk my way
You hide from death in lies of life
But then you die, who'll tell me why?

6. Absinthe

In the vapours of opium
In a smoky Paris salon
Like a black and white photo
It's a kind of deja vu
Dancing girls
Their faces veiled
Naked bellies
Empty stares
Hissing snakes around their necks
You are there but you don't care

Absinthe in your mind and body
Wormwood taste inside your mouth
See that masquerade of shadows
Hear the voices in your head
And you're writing drunken poems
And you're kissing your sweet muse
Candles burning on the tables
And the night belongs to you

You you you you....

Every day is forgotten
When you dive into the madness
And her snake is your totem
It's a kind of deja vu
Drinking more
Smoking more
Fame and glory at your door
Break the seal
Get unreal
You are there but you don't care

Absinthe in your mind and body
Wormwood taste inside your mouth
See that masquerade of shadows
Hear the voices in your head
And you're writing drunken poems
And you're kissing your sweet muse
Candles burning on the tables
And the night belongs to you

You you you you....

Early dawn you are half awake
Heavy eyes and a dizzy head
What's a dream, what is real life?
You're just waiting for another night

7. The Secret Window

Slow and majestic, it grew up
Just like divine creepers of vine
Once in the rain, then in the sun
And in the morning misty clouds
Emotionless and still unchanged
Emotionless and still unchanged

In the tomb of thoughts
Sarcophagus of youth
That torments me on
The diary of my days
Written by the past
The treasure of my life
Which I hold dear
Right here, in my heart
So deep within me
Inside of me

Slow and majestic, it grew up
The emptiness within my heart
Under the moon, under the stars
And in the evening misty clouds
So merciless and cold like ice
So merciless and cold like ice

Then it became my silent shroud
The emptiness within my mind
My secret window out of time
With views and images there outside
With landscapes always grey and white
Always grey and white

In the tomb of thoughts
Sarcophagus of youth
That torments me on
The diary of my days
Written by the past
The treasure of my life
Which I hold dear
Right here, in my heart
So deep within me
Inside of me

8. Burial Ground

Winter forest
Winter patterns on the trees
Trudging through the horny bushes
Snow is cracking
Underneath my feet
Broken branches
Shadows grey
My eyes can hardly see
So full of tears

Winter forest
I can hear chanting monks
And his heart so cold and silent
Which is calling
Calling me to come
Hungry ravens
Looking down
But I'm still alive
The power of my will
Is my only guide

There within the woods
My friend will be buried
In the burial ground
Outside of monastery
I must see his funeral
I must be there just in time
Getting late and getting dark
Where's the path I cannot find

Winter forest
Fading whispers in the wind
You rest somewhere six feet under
Snow has covered
All the memories
Hungry ravens
Looking down
But I'm still alive
The power of my will
Is my only guide

There within the wood
My friend has been buried
In the burial ground
Outside of monastery
I have seen his funeral
And no comfort will I find

9. In His Room

In his room – an alien aura
Glass-pipes, mortars, golden vessels
He knows all, but he must hurry
Working on what seems so precious

He's gonna turn this steel into gold
Appyling magic and isung his Stone
The artefact he stole from the gods
He'll pay the price – and he says: why not?
Like any searcher, ge'd never give up
He keeps on trying to see what is what
He sold his soul a long time ago
He'll pay it back when death takes its toll

In his room – an alien aura
Glass-pipes, mortars, golden vessels
He know all, but he must hurry
Working on what seems so precious
In the world he cannot enter
Something strange is soon to happen
And he had better find the centre
Of this complicated pattern

Although so close, he ain't reached his goal
Can't stop the race against the clock
He's gonna turn this steel into gold
He's got the key but it don't fit the lock
His bleeding hands no longer feel pain
Why must he do it again and again?
Another move and another try
The later answer – the sooner he'll die

He's aware aof the things to come
He should end what he has begun
Wishes he could have more time

In the cards – a cruel future
There is a crack across the mirror
That's a very scary picture
And it's slowly getting nearer
In the world he cannot enter
Something strange is soon to happen
Will he ever find the centre
Of this complicated pattern?

10. Where Next?

The traveller has come many miles
He's tired, half closing his eyes
No thoughts – only peace in his mind
What once was is now left behind

He can't yet decide where to go
And can't really say yes or no
The sun's going down to the west
The traveller feels ready to rest