1. Silent Dance

(инструментал)

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2. Sear Me

Set her on fire
Reject her life
Give her to the art of adversity
Take her
And make her
Kill her piercing the skin
Naked, deformed
Rotten, split
Unmature, raw
Raped, contempt
Mordant, trample
Poison, gall
For your crime
Amiable
You let her die
Before you
Pain never ends
I free the ultimate art of inuria
of injustice

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3. The Forever People

Read to me
Make your words as pictures
Reveal to me
The forever people

Names become more
More than words
In foreign tongue
Universal doctrine

Remember each one
Named even this day
We'll never forget
Like it or not

Their beloved is theirs
And they are his
Praise the Lord?
Hail the King?

This to me
A figure of tragedy
They are trivial
They are forgettable

A sombre tale
Of mankinds hope
Show me its truth
And with joy
I will follow.

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4. The Bitterness And The Bereavement

Adorn magnificent costume
For I come to judge the world
Be with me here in my dark place
Let yours be mine
Cut me and I do not bleed
Heat is my body
The poor and simple fools
Equal under my presence
Lift up your head

Blessed in the womb that bare thee
Feed us with knowledge
Release us from atrocities
And shades of sinister figures
Bare witness to this orgy of glory
Groping at my naked privacy
Unleashing pure bitterness
And I did bleed over them

Hindered by savage plague
Offspring wasting away
Christ where is your mercy?
Do listen to me pray?
Cast upon us a pitying eye
The baptism os such as is,
Of riper years
Am I blind? Who are you?

He died that you might live
And lived only to cleanse you
From sin's polluting stain
If I had the chance to cut you
Believe me you would bleed
And the rest...

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5. Vast Choirs

Burdens of grief that weigh against me
Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch
Your kinds heart now pines
For whom the gods love dies young
Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears
The sadness I present, smiles with tears
Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty
And wars abhorred by mothers

No man lives so poor as he was born
We don't remember pure sensations
Gaze peacefully into the past
I am dust , and to dust I shall return
Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up
Devour my sad whimperings
The cutting whip is mine to feel
No symphony in mind to colour my dreams

Poena damni
Sorrow everywhere
Please pray for me
When deep sleep falls on men
Father hold me
I am yours to bear
Ad te

In the play which he has written for the world
Night is the mother of sleep
Old age is a malady of which one dies
Augury of a better age
Sages as far as the beard
Their wounds smelled so sweetly
Temptation, the father of my lust
Chalcedony shines like the new born

Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs
Splendid was the innocentcs fall
Laugh to scorn would our foe
Amid wars laws are silent
Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart
Falls the labrious memory of pain
In the rich upheavel of vast choirs
Death shall flee from me

Misericordium et judicium
Adhoest pavimento
AD te levavi ocolus meos
Verba mea auribus

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6. The Return Of The Beautiful

The Silence

Oh beautiful earth
For too long you have been silent
Touch me once again
The dark ground lies cold
Hark
Yes it is I
Et gelidus hoc voluntas firmamentum
The fever of mankind
Urges whorish as ever
I am the new Christ
Silence yourself
Nunquam
You are powerless here
Pityful one
Pity me not
Give back the sun
Souls will mourn
In this unending season of darkness
Beware, ravaged one
Mine is the might
If you're feeble, turn away
No dagger glints in my hand
Technique is secret
Liar
She have herself to me

The Sadness

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7. Erotic Literature

The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees

Lord, my flesh is tired
Almighty soothsayer
Lead me by the mind
Through halls so...
The truth of the Lord endureth forever
Marvellous in our eyes
I cannot die

There is none to comfort me
Mine enemies have heard my trouble
Leave me in my misery
Enjoy the darkness

The fantastic weight of oceans
Cathedrals of immense awe
The brilliance of erotic literature
Enlightment of the whore
Marvel at the hanging gardens
The liars, faint with greed
Sorrow at the wailing wall
The mindless of their knees

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