1. Circle

I have a million questions, but no will to ask
Through chaos, rationale speaks clearly
Decay sets in amongst the fragments
Such weight lies within knowledge
Crippled by thought

Eyes that see too much lose the will to see
And the pain that spills from these walls
Blasts through this withered body

The circle has begun
Time is not won
Losing this battle to remain

In this place
I dare not dream
For awakening the demons that will find me
Blinded by madness

Such endless probability
And I must know every thing and every thought
And I must elude when this frustration taunts
And drives me to release
Or travel towards end

So dead inside
And all but live on
Burning from within

Maddened eyes
Filled with boiling blood
Sullen
Grow sharper with the pain
To rest now
Until we meet again

перевод: "Круг" (Dissident God) »

2. Beneath This Face

Lies a broken man
Festering inside
Shades of light pass through this room
And remind me
There was once a world
Outisde of this stricken maze

Only instincts drive on
And life
Our great teacher
Teaches all

Passing through this fetid ship
With sickened feeling of what lies within
Sporadic thought, spawning its messy web of insanity
Living from the heart and breath alone

For emotions determine all that is lost and won here
And all that is dear
Taken by wind and time

How many times in a lifetime must we break?
And have such a need to be strong?

So tired of this feeling
Of fighting and living
Wrought so completely with pain

Nothing remains
But a restless longing for death
Hidden, beneath this face

перевод: "Под Этой Маской" (Dissident God) »

3. Quickening

Hallucinations enter the shadows...
Losing the mind
On this path to oblivion
So much time lost in chaos

As I descend
Succumbed to the unfathomable
Abandoned beyond all control

Skullking, scraping, the barren wastes...
Formless predator of the mind's domain

And as its presence draws near I sense it
Knowing within its pull I can be forever lost
A part of me
I have become

перевод: "Пробуждение" (Dissident God) »

4. Caucus Of Mind

I can't control, them, but they control me
The voices can't be heard. They're kept out of sight
Hatred from within. Purged from the soul of me
Leads me to destruction. They need my detonation

Hate...
Wild...
Pass...
Away...

Death eats away from the inside
Life eats away from the outside
In between... in between
In between... in between

Void
Pointless
Existence...

Over over over and
Over over over and
Over over over and
Over over over and

Make me see
The birth of my insanity
Reality
A memory...
My mind recoils...

Push down...
Push down...
Push down...
Break down...
Break down...
Break down...

My mind makes things happen...

перевод: "Голоса Внутри Сознания" (Dissident God) »

5. Silence

I lift my head, but there is no reason to move
Time
Takes from us the years we build
What can be lost within a day

Words may pass
Time has no mercy upon truth
Crushing all in its path

Reason is lost here
Leaving us alone with the questions
This bizarre metaphoric game
Unravels like some predestined curse
Each player sees the charade
A hapless parade of what must be
But still we play

So many lines
Entangled amongst frantic visions
Cascade this horrific journey

And where does this plane take us?
To escape?
To lost that which makes us?

Emotion never dies
It only becomes distant with time
Memories fade, onward towards bitter end

My head it aches
As yet another day unfolds
Faces of ange
Ironed into my skin

And to pass away, knowing only silence

перевод: "Безмолвие" (Dissident God) »

6. The Order Of Destiny

The walls ripple... closing in...
Driven forth... transcending streams of consciousness

As reason oppresses instinct
Departure draws near until end
That first and only certainty

And cause, some random inheritor of our misguided designs
Not adorned with
Except for the few who dare to visit this place

Never to be staid in unquestioned days
But to roam free
Shattering the banal conclusion

Difference brings disrepute
All anarchic flood of rage

And fate may forsake

For the journey twists as you had it planted
The seeds of what is ought
Misfortune lurking every crevice
Of this crooked quest

Frameworks
Paths of truth and life
Nothingness
Only what we may become

перевод: "Диктат Судьбы" (Dissident God) »

7. Ignotum Per Ignotius

Over whom does infinity hold sway?
All the time has passed
No future awaits
Where there is no light
I shall remain
Never to diminish, nor comprehend
The one absolute

Within eternal twilight I exist
Excised from the stream of time and being
I wander
Answers I seek
To that which I cannont know

You need not fear now
For release shall be yours
Through golden fields you may walk
All knowledge flowing through you
Let your pain console
For escape is nigh
Your blood flows, your soul is released
Silentium est aureum

I have come to know all
Yet I know not time
At your death
My torment is complete
Horrific realisation
Time demise of finality
Absolutions collapse

перевод: "Ignotum Per Ignotius" (Dissident God) »