1. On Pain Of Birth

Morning sky, morning clouds
Nothing left to lose
One more time once again
Is there anything to choose?

Drowning that means yesterday
Live through that means now
Yesterday means no way out
Today means I know how

For a day, for a year for a touch I can't feel
For a short deadly while
For a day for a year for a touch I can't feel
For a sour little time...

For a day for a year for a little deadly while

I'm short of breath
I'm short of time
I stray under the Sun
I'm short of days
I'm short of nights
Am I the only one?

Bridges're burning
Behind todays
Over muddy flow of lies
Let me out of debt
Let me pay the price
With a fistful of despite

For a day, for a year for a touch I can't feel
For a short deadly while
For a day for a year for a touch I can't feel
For a sour little time...

For a day for a year for a little short deadly while

2. Sun Faced Apostles

On the waves of time
Under the sail of reviving dreams
Souls of the old rimes
Swooned in endless sunset-coloured years

Nameless shapes dressed up to the Sun
Same souls in paltry shreds of clays
Notch signs to mark all the dreams

Miles roll from the Past
The Future eat them away
Fading words of theirs're
Cockles in swirls of newborn days

Nameless shapes dressed up to the Sun
Same souls in paltry shreds of clays
Notch signs to mark all the dreams

3. Labyrinths

I turn to myself, to look for remains of time
My past gives birth to torsos of dead hours of mine
Present brings abortion-days into this nameless world
Devoured rotting flesh of my unspoken words

I can feel the walls the maze of smiles of fake
Built of blows of mine I can feel the walls leads my steps astray

Mutants of birth and breeding-sharp fangs to hire
Ariadne's thread made of barbed wire
Doors open to Nowhere, beyond invisible sill
Walls of deranged concepts keep on growing still

4. Ship Of Stake

I build a shaky stake
Of my decayed days
I set my dreams on fire
My fears are all in flames

My ship's afloat on waves
Of the tearful skies
I let the anchor go
For a restful while

Let me down with all of my misgivings
I wish to be there with all my soul
Swirl of rest drag me down in your hall

Embraced by the end
I can see the time of waste
You empty mouldered hours
I can feel your bitter taste

You just disappeared
Dispersed by the winds
I wish we met again
To listen to your hints

Let me down with all of my misgivings
I wish to be there with all my soul
Swirl of rest drag me down in your hall
Let me down with all of my shivers
I wish to be there, enter my soul
Swirl of rest pull me down in your hall...

5. Time Of The Goblins

All over the place
I can feel the looks,
I can read between the lines of your books
My blood is taken that's my life about
To lose those things I haven't even got

Twisted words and stripped naked smiles
Concealed faces are the same behind repainted masks of lies
Buried reasons can't stand the test of time
Don't trouble the water because foul waxworks-faces stare in your eyes

Days of ours are pushed
In a nameless grave
The hitman and the mourner are the same
Smile flits across the disguise of condolence
Raised the veil there stare the eyes those glance

6. The River

River flows, waves burn in their marks
Banks of life are charred to the heart
White-hot eyes slowly fade
Embers of memories, smouldering faith
River flows, waves burn in their marks...

Can you hear my voice?
This flood is so high nowhere to run
Sheet ice of life thaws...
Some passing looks and I'll be gone

River flows, waves burn in their marks
Banks of life are charred to the heart
Footsteps are to wash away
Eyes to close, shroud to lay
River flows, waves burn in their marks

Orbit of my questions
Orbit of your lies
Draws an arch over my melting days
Orbit of my questions
Orbit of your lies
Draws a court for life to believe in a play
Someone looks for a shepherd
Someone looks for a sheep
The same old story's told for thousands of years
Orbit of my questions
Orbit of your lies
Rising, falling and a couple of days between...

7. From The Bottom Of These Days

Castles in the air of dreams, built on ground biting days
Sluggish grind, slow moving circles of ways
Twisted shaped, crossroads of planets, spinning round in my system-maze
Hours are to drain, hours are to throw into daze

From the bottom of the spiral of grief
From the bottom of this spiral ride
From the bottom of these days should false proved to be right?

Years exist to run, minds to blast, looks to stray, words to dig deep
Love to bloom and wither, lies to be fit to eat
To exist to exit? To appear to hide? To rise to fall? To know to forsake?
To close my eyes oh, just before I wake?

8. Mother Sand & Father Stone

Way – I believe in your signs
Writing the Book of My Days
Phrases of some dying sighs

Hold, hold my head out of the flow
I'm out of my breath
I see myself out of my soul

Looked for the meaning
Between the faded lines
Found pseudo answers
from time to time

Sand-be our Mother
At the end of the Way
Stone-like Father reposes around
Sand-be my Mother
Just let me drift away
Sister Wind, Brother Storm tear me out of this cold ground
Sun keep on rising...
Sun keep on rising...

Just pray days become prey of The Stream's
called Endless Almighty Time
it keeps alive all of the dreams...for a while

Hold, hold my head out of the flow
I'm out of my breath
I see myself out of my soul