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| 1. |
| 1:27 | 
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O nate vulnerate
Cito veni ad me Te amplectar et vulnera tua lingam Utinam te haberem, mi amor caelestis |
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| 2. |
| 4:47 |
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Chance doesn't exist
But the path of life is not totally so predestined And time and chronology show us how all should be In the ways of existence To find out why we are here Being consciousness is a torment The more we learn is the less we get Every answer contains a new quest A quest to non existence, a journey with no end No one surveys the whole, focus on things so small But life's objective is to make it meaningful Searching only for this That which doesn't exist Although our ability to relativize remains unclear I'm not afraid to die I'm afraid to be alive without being aware of it I'm so afraid to, I couldn't stand to Waste all my energy on things That do not matter anymore Our future has already been written by us alone But we don't grasp the meaning Of our programmed course of life Our future has already been wasted by us alone And we just let it happen and do not worry at all We only fear what comes And smell death every day Search for the answers that lie beyond |
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| 3. |
| 6:43 |
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Follow your common sense You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever Only by revealing the hole truth can we disclose The soul of this bulwark forever and ever Forever and ever Indoctrinated minds so very often Contain sick thoughts And commit most of the evil they preach against Don't try to convince me with messages from God You accuse us of sins committed by yourselves It's easy to condemn without looking in the mirror Behind the scenes opens reality Eternal silence cries out for justice Forgiveness is not for sale Nor is the will to forget Virginity has been stolen at very young ages And the extinguisher loses it's immunity Morbid abuse of power in the garden of eden Where the apple gets a youthful face You can't go on hiding yourself Behind old fashioned fairytales And keep washing your hands in innocence |
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| 4. |
| 4:18 |
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Feint
The very brightest candle of all has been extinguished Smothered by those who could not bear to face reality Every beat of your heart tore the lies all apart Made foundations quiver Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break And I shiver... The leftover tallow just doesn't contain All the right answers Under a sea of dust lies a vast wealth of wisdom An untuched snow turns red Innocence dies This black page in history is not colourfast, will stain the next All that remains is just a feint of what was meant to be This black page in history is not colourfast, will stain the next And nothing seems in life, in dreams like what was meant to be |
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| 5. |
| 4:58 |
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So sweet caress, never long to last!
You entered my soul and gave hope to my life. So sweet caress, never hope to last! You left me behind all alone and aghast Capured inside such an austere Elysium Imperfect feelings, futile greef Love a device against all solitude As it all went on, the love became A field in a dream that once had been real So sweet caress, never long to last! Destroy this illusion we need a change of fate! Your frantic thoughts are only a condemned cry Imperfect feelings, futile greef Love a device against all solitude As it all went on, the love became A field in a dream that once had been real Primo somniare videbamur deinde veritas se praecipitavit I secretly longed for something which had never existed First I thought it was a dream but then it smashed into reality Beautiful on the outside, decayed deeply within I secretly longed for something which had never existed Devoted to a body without a soul |
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| 6. |
| 8:10 |
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Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit Macula aeterintatis Numquam detergenda Quisnam surget et deteget Imaginem veritates ? People created religious inventions To give their lives a glimmer of hope And to ease their fear of dying And people created religious intentions Only to feel superior and to have a license to kill Our desire to die is stronger Than all your desire for life There is no getting away from it now Only true faith survives People created religious inventions To give their lives a glimmer of hope And to ease their fear of dying And people created religious ascensions To subject the others and to enslave, just to further enrich themselves It doesn't matter where we die It doesn't matter thet you cry We'll take you with us A disgrace on the beyond O servator, sempiterne Te grati coluimus, Odor atrox quo nons superfundis intolerabilis est Deceive yourself by yielding to soft words that cause no pain Enrich yourself with different views Learned without diasdaon A disgrace on the beyond That can never be undone Who shall rise and unveil The Facade of Reality? Is tere still room for new dents in old wrecks? A disgrace on the beyond that can never be ondone Deceive yourself by yielding to soft words Enrich yourself by making up your own mind Sanguis meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit |
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| 7. |
| 6:31 |
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Do not use the pas as an alibi For all of your deficiencies always standing by Face your negligence, do not fool yourself Shortcomings will soon appear For weakness shows itself Blind from your success and all of the excess Deaf from the praise you had Don't cry out of self pity in forcing your way through For I will not be vunnerable to slander made by you In a misty veil, misplaced Where castles in the air will be no longer seen As something out of reach In time the dream will be erased So many things will never be the way they seemed And pride will have it's fall at last Her eyes fell while the shame was written on her face When she realised that her failures could never be undone again You did not notice the manipulated hand That overshadowed your thoughts all those years That made you insecure You did not notice the ancient shifting sand That pulls you down into an everlasting sham You will never be able to fight Never be able to hide Run for a fall, you'd better run |
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| 8. |
| 5:46 |
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The origin of a dogma
Placed in a new millennuim Vilified demons havw been embraced And given a warm welcome The seif at din Hasn't got the ghost of a chance to rust Because it has always been kept in shape In serving the one almighty The rudiments have always been misinterpreted during history, despite the good intentions many disciples who's faithful believe was strong and unswayed. Most leaders interpret the old words to their advantage in the attempt of gaining leadership and power over those unfortunate enough to fall un der their maliciousness and manipulative ways. this misuse of trust will forever stain the pages of history , echoing the exploitation and the frailty of decent men carried away by nurtured rancour... Perpetual distrust fed by a belief In the malevolence of the others When the beautiful unreality holds out its hand it's better not to lose yourself in blindfaith La illah illallah, Mohammd rasul Allah... |
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| 9. |
| 9:00 |
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(I. Impasse of Thoughts)
I can't see you, I can't hear you Do you still exist? I can't feel you, I can't touch you, Do you exist? The Phantom Agony I can't taste you, I can't think of you, Do we exist at all? (II. Between hope and despair) The future doesn't pass And the past won't overtake the present All that remains is an obsolete illusion We are afraid of all the things that could not be A phantom agony Do we dream at night Or do we share the same old fantasy? I am a silhouette of the person wandering in my dreams We are afraid of all the things that could not be A phantom agony Tears of unprecedented beauty Reveal the truth of existence We're all sadists The age-old development of consciousness Drives us away from the essence of life We meditate too much, So that our instincts will fade away They fade away What's the point of life And what's the meaning if we all die in the end? Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything? We are afraid of all the things that could not be A phantom agony Tears of unprecedented beauty Reveal the truth of existence We're all pessimists The age-old development of consciousness Drives us away from the essence of life We meditate too much, So that our instincts will fade away They fade away Teach me how to see and free the disbelief in me What we get is what we see, the Phantom Agony A te spiritus noster devoratur Et nostra anima capitur (III. Nevermore) The lucidity of my mind has been revealde in new dreams I am able to travel where my heart goes In search of self-realisation This is the way to escape from our agitation And develop ourselves Use your illusion and enter my dream... |
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| 10. |
| 3:56 | 
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