1. The Land Of Dreams

Awake, Awake, My Little Boy!
Thou Wast Thy Mother's Only Joy;
Why Dost Thou Weep In Thy Gentle Sleep?
Awake! Thy Father Does Thee Keep.

' O, What Land Is The Land Of Dreams?
What Are Its Mountains, And What Are Its Streams?
O Father! I Saw My Mother There,
Among The Lilies By Waters Fair. '

' Father, O Father! What Do We Here
In This Land Of Unbelief And Fear?
The Land Of Dreams Is Better Far,
Above The Light Of The Morning Star. '

' Among The Lambs, Clothed In White,
She Walk'd With Her Thomas In Sweet Delight.
I Wept For Joy, Like A Dove I Mourn;
O! When Shall I Again Return? '

Dear Child, I Also By Pleasant Streams
Have Wander'd All Night In The Land Of Dreams;
But Tho' Calm And Warm The Waters Wide,
I Could Not Get To The Other Side.

2. Mindfuckers

Choose the longest way to reach placid state of your life
You try to find the methods to protect yourselves
Superficially perceiving fundamental laws

Bustly working by your hands and legs
Thought of ignorance increases growth to stalemate
That creates illusion of attained perfection or makes you useless
From one side to another you're thrown by your fate
You're so helpless, you have no time to adapt

Keep on mindfuckers, move, destroy
Keep mindfuckers, blind scum

You envy of men like you and injure 'em
When an opportunity presents itself
Shielding & shielding & defending with fervour
Your shit, piece o' shit, fucked shit ideals

Wisdom of yours works at full speed
But directed only to the one hand
It is your crime against yourselves
And crime 'gainst your generation.

3. Weird Depths

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4. The Root Of All Evils

There is great gain
In godliness with contentment;
For we brought nothing into this world
And we cannot take anything out the world;
But if we have food and clothing,
With these we shall be content.

But those who desire to be rich
Fall into temptation, into a snare.
Into many senseless and hurtful desires
That plunge men into ruin and destruction.

For the love of money
Is the root of all evils;
It is through this craving
That some have wandered away
From the faith
And pierced their hearts
With many pangs.

5. Eternity

Complication and simplicity of universe raindrops
Replace each other upon pathway of regular cosmic era
Torn, caught away from Eternity, ever difficult
For anyone's lower mind to comprehend

Physical matter world with rare holes to others
It's isolated and desolate, the cripple, been at fault
With things and at the same time with nothing
As if concocted by no one's fantasy

Various children in their cells and bodies
Represent a creative prototypes of the Absolute
Joining in themselves the whole range of ideas
Arranged between many poles of existence

Myriad worlds with their long stripes of concepts
It's non-existing anything
Being engulfed by immense vacuum
This creating of the higher stage idea

Divine reality with no beginning and no end
Into celestial space of light obscurity
Self-reproductive and self-absorptive
Alternates in quite novel forms of being.

6. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (1. Requiem)

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7. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (2. Despair)

Ill body and pain filling eyes
I was made to lose a bit after bit of myself
What mind has realized body cannot adapt for

Awful fate of twisted reality and rotting dreams
A future of inconstancy and anguish of spirit and flesh
I have come to Earth to lose what I find

8. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (3. Void)

Me is VOID to fill with nothing
Me is mistake being not taken away
A foreign body in midst developed
Falsity in linen of truth
No!

Weight within which pressing constant
Thought oppresses pure love
Chains of knowledge tensely shiver
Pool attracts by sweety shit
No

9. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (4. Phosphor Note)

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10. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (5. Bloody Shit)

You – with no sense
Just waste of means
Machine with potential
Running free

You – with no taste
Dull flesh with bones
Squeezing the mind
Being at wit's end

Down! Coming down! Bloody shit! What kind!

You – with no gracefulness
Soaked all the negative
Yet only dignity
Which for centuries wait

Down! Coming down! Bloody shit! What kind!

What kind of bloody shit coming down!?

11. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (6. Song Of Drear Phoebus)

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12. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (7. Hopelessness)

I feel only hopelessness
Everything's already lost
Hung in the past through mistake
And the river of time takes me away into nowhere

I feel that I am condemned
To meaningless quest for sense
Feel I morally grow old
And my vitality fades

13. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (8. One Forever)

Why was not I born a bird
Not to pine away for years
Not to crawl on the ground
But to soar freely in the sky

I'll share nothing with you
I'll stay away one forever
Closed myself inside
To let no one in and disturb

Life is suffering anyhow
And I'll guard myself from it
I shall gift for always
And abstain myself to be tempted

Time flies incredibly fast
Leaving us somewhere behind
We turn in the vortex of backwardness
And catch anything with greed
Greed!

14. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (9. Excruciation)

Leave, O Leave Me To My Sorrows;
Here I'll Sit And Fade Away,
Till I'm Nothing But A Spirit,
And I Lose This Form Of Clay.

Then If Chance Along This Forest
Any Walk In Pathless Way,
Thro ' The Gloom He'll See My Shadow
Hear My Voice Upon The Breeze.