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1. |
A3
06:03
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Over many a quaint and corious
volume of
forgotten lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tappng,
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there
wondering, fearing,
Doubting ...
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
rapping at my
chamber door.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak
December,
And each separate dying ember
wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Dreams no mortals
ever dared to dream before
ever dared to dream before
Dreams no mortals
ever dared to dream before
ever dared to dream before
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2. |
B6
06:28
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My place
My tomb
Rest with no view of the world.
My desire
Stronger than throughout the lifetime.
Dominates the forces of nature
Conquers the worlds neatly hidden away from me.
How beautiful it is to destroy one`s body ...
Devoid of cognition ...
To learn
How far
To learn
How far it hurts
To learn
I don`t want you
If only there was a way
If but the tiniest spark
Could meet the light.
How wonderful it would be to give it back
To share the taste
To pass and offer the flame
To be again
To be the origin
To be the death
To be the life
To be myself
To be the God
To be the God
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3. |
S1
08:48
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I.
I can speak again, call you,
I.
forsaken, fading ailing, void
I.
I am afraid now
I.
The great bear drowning in the sand and reaching out
I,
the one of endless sentiments
I want to see to be unchained
I,
a temple in the tempest
I,
once desired, hauntedwith eternal plague
I,
ready to swear no evil or pain can ever dwell in me
I,
am leaving
I,
white, etherreal, rising from the desert sands craving for wanderers
silent sounds full of inward decay
I.
I am holding out a hand
I,
a temple in the tempest
I,
once desired, hauntedwith eternal plague
I,
ready to swear no evil or pain can ever dwell in me
I,
am leaving
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4. |
E5
05:56
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You were the life ...
My anonymous philharmonic
All my notes I composed for you
For you were the music
You were the sound
I dreamed on throughout the wars
And you absorbed and stifled tears
Misfortunes and changes
But you failed to feel me
For you were all unchanged
Talking about the same old things in the same old way.
`twas you who brought the rusty wheel,
That defines what has been left of me
You changed my spirit and you cast a spell on me
Heavy breathing and piercing howl coming from the riverside
And my streets were carved with the blood
And the days of evil came
You and your filthy image.
Your treacherous eyes filled with vermin and tempest
Thoughts that struggled with wisdom
You freed the volture, thus vulture now they call me and vulture I am
you forgot me
I forgot you
you forgot me
I forgot you
you forgot me
I forgot you
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5. |
N4
06:30
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She was always the one and only
Strong
Proud
A mount of stone amid countless stares
She, always lost in reflection so deep and distant,
vaguely disturbing
She, whose gist is hard to define.
Wanted to be properly understood
Consistently lost in a long and stubborn slumber.
She
The wolf mother
full of concern
and endless vigor
utterly sublime
The finger of death across her chest
the fear of the grave rising dreadfully
devoid of children, through tears she spoke
of ultimate conversion
The wolf mother
full of concern
and endless vigor
utterly sublime
The finger of death across her chest
the fear of the grave rising dreadfully
devoid of children, through tears she spoke
of ultimate conversion
And the destroyer came and left her nailed.
She was fading slowly drifting back to her orginal
solemn silence, her extraterrestrial scarlet
evanescing leaving gray debirs full of memories
of unconditional love
Tangled coils writhing quietly and dispersing
in the shadows of the rocky throat the pearl gravel
resting peacefully in its eternal placeforever casting
its light
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6. |
C7
06:32
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Selfishly
Never did we mention
Their names
Our names
Lost in the image
Born of reflections
Of our prolific
Imagination
Convulsing with Shivers
With a single touch of the Brush
We quivered
Never
Knowing why ...
We
Dying for sheer simplicity
We
Searching for own eyes in the dark
We
We longed for solitude
Like for the light
Like for the labyrinth of dusty paths for cat`s endless meandering ...
We lost the sense of place and time,
and the stars of our fate in the sky died out
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7. |
E2
05:59
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You have waited eons to meet us
Risinigup high with your peaks
Touching the clouds
Caressing them
You made the sky smile
`its this blackness that
Affected you so.
As no one feels safe in the dark
And children in the least.
Darkness is like a dreary and absymal slope of defeat
Like the stone foals racing throught the black ocean waves -
Like the stone foals racing throught the black ocean waves -
Emerging from a dreadful and ceaseless hall
Where the air is heavy with broken promises
That crashed down on a lair`s head
With the flutter of wings.
Like the stone foals racing throught the black ocean waves -
Like the stone foals racing throught the black ocean waves -
The noise of hidden machinery begins to gradually disturb you ..
You.
Who turn rage into creation
Covered with
Dust
Ice
And lava
You entombed by ghosts buried by reflections
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8. |
A7bsence
09:57
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And maybe it is the other way around
If they're still alive haunting my frozen, rigid face
And each time they visit they leave a spark
Penetrating
Suffocating
Punishing me
Punishing me
They,
The primal reason
The force ripping from the bottom
Forcing two moments in time
To become me
Two moments passing through space in unison
For they are the sunken city of dreams
An underwater friend
For they are phantoms born of madaman's delusiions brought to life
Or maybe it was the other way around
Or maybe it was the other way around
Or maybe it was the other way around
And now was acknowledged the presence
of the Red Death. He had come like a thief
in the night. And one by one dropped
the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls
of their revel, and died each in the despairing
posture of his fall.
And the falmes of the tripods expired.
And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death
held illimitable dominion over all.
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