1. The Karthagenar Experiment

The Karthagenar experiment unfolds the new millenium.
The clash upon the four shores,
In this little human sculpture
Morfological disasters, endlessly carrying...

Faceless mirrors beyond the burden of time
This critically ill world carrying thousands of them
Faced towards only one end-point
This miscouraged minds, overwelming desires
Enter this open public toyland

Sea of dream painted dogma's, a wirlpool of non-identified flying words
Thoughts, miscouraged minds, powerful foces expiring hate in untasteful sentences

Moreover, I bend to the floor, kissing the feet of this blond girl
Yet to construct an artwork in grey

Published data on computers, pure portable public powers

The Karthagenar experiment unfolds

2. Portraits

Lost in this world, no more emotions
Can't find the things that sculptured my soul

Hear the questions from the heart, search the answers on my face
I said(I think): "I'll never walk away from you"
But you did, again and again

Can you forgive me, the mistakes I am
Can you give me what I always needed

"Feel this, what is it"
"It's my heart and its broken by you"

Lost in this world, only one more emotion
I found that thing that sculptured my soul

3. She Calls Me A New Age Nomad

"I'm a New Age Nomad"... "No, you are not"

From out the digital towers in white, a scream hunts silently through the night
It tells us the story of a portable linguistic attitude
Post ironically events
The immene spectrum
The rise and ruin of that day

Out of that fantasy, this illustre blond girl created that open public toyland
Digitally constructed buildings
Broad spectrum antibiotics

Unsatisfied after intens nudity
Bleeding questions at the end of the tunnel

"I'm a New Age Nomad"... "On this moment, you are"...

At the end of the tunnel, only one question survives: "Will I overcome this shame when I touch your screen"

4. Silent Cold Enigma

Scarring the circle of dreams and trading the passion of beauty for an emptiness wandering in the evergrey

Forever lost in the spiral, oh so black
Buried but conscience in a grave of illusions
See what circles above and drowns in misery
The crimsons sky that thou once loved, expell your ancient story

"Oh wandering, slumbering sky, forsaken is your graps
I descend into the ripling pond, the stars my faithful guide"

Aligned with tears the soul beholds the tragedy and the cold sting of the lake, her breath, her touch, a stone upon the
shore
Foundations lie beneath me as the sky betrays my final thoughts
The enigma of this deep dark end, will carry me once again

"White feathers towards the pantheon, song unsung from the timeless Meridian
March into the creation of the Eyeless Ophidian"

A sense of godless truth surrounded by infinite seas
Midnight mists, areas in black, do not crawl around my back

Oh hope for light shines bright; not in this heart of stone, but in this head it mourns

5. Winters Dying Day

This beauty unfolds, before generations grow old
On that mist turns into mourns, to create this well known ancient lore

Until my dying day, winters dying day

And the mist separates the clouds from the grieving land
The trees, this landscape claiming the snow to forget the battles fought

You are the silent whisper, the silent voice calling to come in winter
For I grasped the key to this portal in front of me
Dimensions far from here, I seek

I'll find

To forget the battles fought

Until my dying day, winters dying day

This beauty unfolds, before generations grow old
On that day mists turns into mourns, to create this well known ancient lore

6. Descending, Crescending

Mesmerizing thoughts, the eternal butterfly effect
Descending, crescending neon light entertainement
The lost Pearl Harbour entity
I finally found some space between the desert waters and the oily battlefields

The concrete I'm cruising, the freezing highway
To wash our hands in ebony coloured water
The concrete I'm surfing over crowded places
To clean my soul... is only one enough?

Soul descendants, spiral architects running late into the night
Ghostly evidence of a portrait created out of mists and raining tears
Early morning, late night neon light adventures
Scarring the with man in the black dress, pulling the rope

Maximalizing pain, onwards salvation

7. Unity And Humidity

I write it on a piece of paper; "I'll see you on the other side"
Watch out for the crimson glory, your number at the back of my hand

Critically we swim away as we laugh the tears away
The ambient air filled with particles of illusions
Your black-brow eyes, not knowing the past-"Do not take this elevator"
Seven songs unsung, hear all the radioshows craving for your voice
Marked in grey essence, the evidence is fading

Overtures in red dresses, the soprano pointing at the undressed lady
She knows, definitely she knows

Vascular malformations-possesion of the devil inside the ebony cage
This is the moment to use the gel
Get inside from behind

From behind, get inside

8. Embraced By Dreams, The Conquering Of Summer

L'amour et la haine, les vivants et les morts
Everything I'll remember will be lost in the gates of eternity

Forever I'll be there, until death takes us apart
mon amour, ma haine, your affection and torture
Our souls are bound by the blood of our eternal love
The desire for my bride is the pain of (the) unknown presence

Her lips, your kiss, the world may burn, but I'll
be there, always,... standing for you
Embraced by dreams, beyond love... a kiss of
sorrow and grief

"And the sun dies, there will never be another dawn
The sun is the blood red earth... The night has become
eternal... Once there was spring, now
an everlasting winter"

"In the twilight the shadows die, where angels once
where mist, my heart filled fear,
my bride stolen, become a bride of evil..."

The sky turned black, snow feld down
Darkness marchess the earth
my ice-shaped heart melts

In a battle with night and day, darkness
concours me, chaos ruled
The fight remained for 31 days
Domination of a world unknown

9. M.I.T.T.R.H.E.

Welcoming the elevator light from the 17th floor
They're marked in grey essence blurring
Twisted in doubt-soft contact turning
The earth awaits-for that it's craving

Tears for fears-fear your tears
Laugh inside-inside your laughs
Pure fantasies-fantasies are pure
Awaiting the third-the third awaiting

At this time the story was told about a man and a girl so cold
For her the essence is that, the fact she needs a manin her bed
"living this life", she says, "earning money for the love instead"
This is it, she always needs, with this she loves the ones she feeds

Bitternes unfolding, tears weeping, the new world essence shining
Performing live, feelings feeding the emptiness inside of you

Welcoming the elevator light from the 17th floor
They're marked in grey essence– visions are blurring