LYRICS


“And as clouds darkened the sky,
I witnessed preparations being hasted,
A judgement carved in Black,
Behold,
The turn towards heaven!”
 
A drought,
ever persistent,
corrodes me,
all.
 
Crimson lines,
carved in flesh,
marks of enduring guilt .
 
In search to find,
some peace of mind,
closer now
to a glimpse of tao.
 
I carve,
again and again,
a symbol of redemption.
 
Years passing by,
the sin is not lighter,
the weight envelopes me all whole.
 
Over the rising sun,
conquering scars with steel,
Under ondulations of sea,
Mastery of a forged freedom.
 
Over the rising sun,
conquering scars with steel,
Under ondulations of sea,
Mastery of hopeless forged freedom.
 
Omen of triumph
Duty of valor
Debt repaid
Duty fulfilled
“Let my soul rest”
 
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命で命を報いるねばりは
ただあなたのあわれを伸びる
海はあなたの身と心を潰していい
いや
Translation
(“Kaiten, Such tenacity to repay life with life will only serve to further your misery,
the sea shall crush your body and soul.
No!”)
To even fathom
such insidious act
would thrive
 
Blossoming,
of a dead lotus
cast by your own making
 
Rhapsody of disgrace
a tragic tale
of naivety.
 
Echoing the song to the world,
“The turn towards heaven”
 
And in search to find,
some peace of mind,
closer now
to a glimpse of tao.
 
Over the rising sun,
conquering scars with steel,
Under ondulations of sea,
Mastery of a forged freedom.
 
Over the rising sun,
conquering scars with steel,
Under ondulations of sea,
Mastery of hopeless forged freedom.
Entropy of judgement,
Osmosis of void values,
prevail
Creation of a pervasive ethos,
An unthinking majority.
 
Consumed by rotten glamour,
An omnipresent threat,
Indulging
Welcome to the freak circus,
hope you enjoy your stay.
 
A dazed mind,
helpless,
merely quoting the blind
 
In an intellectual cage,
trapped,
since the dawn of this age
 
Gaslighting all the masses,
A great factory,
of dreams
Pacifying senses,
Programming the ego to be
a model of ignorance.
 
At closed doors
Destiny is sealed by those
unknown masters
Welcome to the freak circus,
hope you enjoy your stay.
 
A dazed mind,
helpless,
merely quoting the blind
 
In an intellectual cage,
trapped,
since the dawn of this age
 
We all dance the dance of death,
Just corpses bustling on the outside,
But the marrow lost all breath.
 
Assume we are guided by spirits of old,
yet just marionettes
of a few to fit a mold.
 
As I awaken to realize,
the less I know,
the less is certain.
 
A paradox invading my mind,
should I remain,
should I go back.
 
Vacuity will be the only thing to set you…
free.
The breeze of the air suffocates,
hermetic revelations firmly forsaken,
easiness of the natural flow, put to rest.        
 
Segregating your soul inside your mind,
expiation for all your perceived sins,
crying lamentations of the ego,
revoking the true grounding,
empowering incapability to move,            
the longing of Juliet in your sleeve.
 
Lies and conditioning told to a child,                
indoctrinating worth and inner light,                                 
exalting this state, evokes proclamation to the world,    
save me…from myself.”                                                      
 
Wired beliefs of powerless nature,
inflicting constant self crucification.                
the sun dawns, building anxiety,
hour of obscurity filling the skies,
I suddenly see the sky lit with stars,
new credence of light, also found inward.
 
A child within waiting to be forgiven,
Uranus pleads for joyful liberation.               
Releasing those demons, but mirrors of self creation.
Oh! Brave and beautiful soul
Rememember your true potential,
As within,so without.
Someday,
the promised day will come
Turning the back to numbening comfort,
A comfort that held you far too long.
 
Defeated,
with chivalry of one thousand men.
  
 
Dulling,
withering all inner essence,
holding power to decide,
yet feeling just restraint.
 
Cursory order,
won’t save chaos within.
 
With your Left arm you’re pushing forward,
pushing forth pragmatic reality.
 
With your right arm up – holding truth
the truth you pretend to care for.
 
Between both threads, divisive,
A middle path never crossed as answer.
 
You are the Lord of Steam,
Yet, still swallow the sun.
 
From cradle,
a fate set in stone,
heir of riches,
how valueless they have shown.
 
Diligent,
Cowardly living for this endeavour,
Now never,
will that day come.
 
Cursory order,
won’t save chaos within.
 
With your Left arm you’re pushing forward,
pushing forth pragmatic reality.
 
With your right arm up – holding truth
the truth you pretend to care for.
 
Between both threads, divisive,
A middle path never crossed as answer.
 
You are the Lord of Steam,
Yet, still swallow the sun.
 
As you swallow the sun,
Promised life flashes through your eyes,
As you swallow the sun,
Your prime has passed,
now all that’s left is swim in gold
As you swallow the sun,
Hiding insecurities under titles,
won’t make you ONE.
As you swallow the sun,
The airships you built had more freedom,
than you ever will.
 
tragic fate created in tragic choices,
Keeping in your pocket all the voices,
That left hand holding grip now rejoices,
All this is left,
as you swallow the
Run,
flee from yourself once more,
plunge into the lies.
 
Reek,
a stench from guilt echoing again,
a curse in disguise.
 
Feeling confort in your creed,
assuring beliefs of a devine order,
if it is a lie what ascended masters preach,
what will you do when you…
 
Astral Parasites,
preying to obtain the power,
the power to confine,
bind conciousness in darkness,
your spirit devour.
 
In realms unseen,
Archons acting as Lords of karma,
distorting true nature,
a beatifully hideous matrix,
the Corrupt demiurge.
 
Desruptive emotions arise,
cognitive dissonance abound,
Can you shake what was taken as granted?
Can you revert,
a program you hold as truth?
 
This disruption you hold?
 
Child,
havent you seen aeons of binding?
The contract of your slavery?
we are mirrors of creation,
Awaken to the axiom,
“As above, so below.”
 
Feeling confort in your creed,
assuring beliefs of a devine order,
if it is a lie what ascended masters preach,
what will you do when you…
 
Astral Parasites,
preying to obtain the power,
the power to confine,
bind conciousness in darkness,
your spirit devour.
 
In realms unseen,
Archons acting as Lords of karma,
distorting true nature,
a beatifully hideous matrix,
the Corrupt demiurge.
In the wake of conflict,
ten thousand sects emancipate
division from a single dogma,
spreading like virus.
 
O Thy Holy Archangel Azrael.
Hallowed be thy name,
Be thou our divine strenght and wisdom
to save those,
that in the depths ov harrowing hell,
dwell.
 
Accomplice in ritualistic acts,
You take your prize Fulfilled,
Luxurious desires hurting others,
A cult of the wicked disguised as
Glorious intervention.
 
The nun from Azrael,
Sacred unholiness.
The nun from Azrael,
Still coveting for more.
 
In this years of enduring trauma,
A position in heaven was secured,
Deceived many are now,
But wide cracks start to appear.
“I shan’t resist”
You said with lascivious eyes,
Eyes now amouratic,
The bleak walls of security
You built now may start to crumble.
 
O Thy Holy Archangel Azrael.
Hallowed be thy name,
Be thou our divine strenght and wisdom
to save those,
that in the depths ov harrowing hell,
dwell.
 
Accomplice in ritualistic acts,
You take your prize Unfulfilled,
Luxurious desires now more insidious,
A cult of the wicked disguised as
Glorious intervention.
 
The nun from Azrael,
Sacred unholiness.
The nun from Azrael,
The Architecture is flawed,
Your desires made it collapse,
You need to flee.
 
All over now,
In the land of the rabbits
Hubrys brought your demise,
How ironic,
This symbol of great vulnerability,
Was opposed to your self created
Sick delusions.
 
The nun from Azrael,
Pervasive emptiness.
The nun from Azrael,
Tale of perpetual maniac insatisfaction,
Poetic justice or tragedy?
Another day
in a concrete land.
 
Anesthetizing senses,
Dulling the mind.
 
A dampened heart,
Exalting fences.
 
Anesthetizing senses,
Dulling humankind.
 
Did you ever think we would breed you
so you could surge and stand?
 
Struggling to unravel hidden truths
your own deemed allies will purge?
 
A crate in a crate,
An endless loop of fate,
puzzling riddle
all consuming dread
Tosses us sleepless into our bed.
 
A lie in a lie,
Most can’t envision why,
Delivering warfare,
spilling hate,
siphoning understanding.
Oh!
Such a sorrowful state.
 
Yet one more day
in the concrete land.
 
Anesthetizing senses,
Dulling the mind.
 
An all the more dampened heart,
Still, exalting fences.
 
Anesthetizing senses,
Dulling humankind.
 
Did you ever think we would breed you
so you could surge and stand?
 
Struggling to unravel hidden truths
your own deemed allies will purge?
 
A crate in a crate,
An endless loop of fate,
puzzling riddle,
all consuming dread,
tosses us sleepless into our bed.
 
A lie in a lie,
Most can’t envision why,
Delivering warfare,
spilling hate,
siphoning understanding.
Oh!
Such a sorrowful state.
 
Saudades de um tempo esquecido,
Desprovido de contraste,
Agora este adormecido,
Perdida infância,
doravante contínuo desgaste…
 
Entre as linhas desta ubíqua
Caixa Pensatória.
Echoes of eternal sorrow,
filling the room,
distress and Sodomy,
remain.
 
A ragdoll Impelled
into a bleak faith,
let the feast commence…
 
Now!
 
To subjugate,
all that was seen,
these old Memoirs
of accusation.
 
A pandora’s box
bred your Karma,
cut your wings,
now won’t let you go.
 
“Such disheartening design cast upon me,
for eons to be incarcerated and numbed.”
 
Promises of an ancient time,
a denied reunion.
 
“Such disheartening design cast upon me,
for eons to be incarcerated and numbed.”
 
Promises of an ancient time,
now may whisper a last goodbye.
 
Consumed by endless white walls
of Monochromatic chaos,
lingering madness,
abound.
 
Hearing footsteps converging,
closer and closer,
let the feast commence…
 
Now!
 
To subjugate,
all that was seen,
these old Memoirs
of accusation.
 
A pandora’s box
bred your Karma,
cut your wings,
now won’t let you go.
 
“Such disheartening design cast upon me,
for eons to be incarcerated and numbed.”
 
Promises of an ancient time,
A denied reunion.
 
“Such disheartening design cast upon me,
for eons to be incarcerated and numbed.”
 
To ever think you would ever defy me,
a Colossal error you can not comprehend.
Such audacity created a binding
your punishment…
 
“Is due!”
 
A lust for vengeance consuming a machine heart,
written sentence to an already tortured soul,
foul sin cast upon such a bruised martyr,
to have its mind destroyed and remnants thrown away…
 
“It is due!”
At the gates of Saṃskāra,
that impetuous force,
lie the omnipresent impressions,
a dormant volcano.
 
Shapeless like vapor,
touchless yet,
it embraces you,
with a kiss of impending threat.
 
Threat to the balance within,
the total comprehension,
of why those rooted insecurities
are leading here.
 
Vāsanā
 
As tension builds up inside
and corrodes all of consciousness.
 
The ghosts she breeds they are her Vāsanās,
the tensions he built they are his Vāsanās,
at your dying pit there they are your Vāsanās,
All we’ll have left is our Vāsanās.
 
Vāsanā
 
And at the dawn of this day,
we are all merely automata.
 
The ghosts she breeds they are her Vāsanās,
the tensions he built they are his Vāsanās,
at your dying pit there they are your Vāsanās,
All we’ll have left is our Vāsanās.
 
In that process of cluttering
those strained thoughts invade,
destroying all the awareness,
pushing forth what has been latent.
 
shapeless like vapor,
touchless yet,
it embraces you,
with a kiss of impending threat.
 
Threat to the balance within,
the total comprehension,
of why those rooted insecurities
are leading here.
 
Vāsanā
 
As tension builds up inside,
and corrodes all of conciousness.
 
The ghosts she breeds they are her Vāsanās,
the tensions he built they are his Vāsanās,
at your dying pit there they are your Vāsanās,
All we’ll have left is our Vāsanās.
 
Vāsanā
 
And at the dawn of this day,
we are all merely automata.
 
The ghosts she breeds they are her Vāsanās,
the tensions he built they are his Vāsanās,
at your dying pit there they are your Vāsanās,
All we’ll have left is our Vāsanās.
 
In schiavitù desideri
per sbarazzarsi di questo reazioni incurante,
solo per scoprire che in quello stesso bramare,
Sono anche intrapolando me stessa.
 
translation:
(In enslavement I desire
to get rid of these careless reactions,
nly to find that in that same carving,
I am also trapping myself)
 
Further again it goes,
a cycle unconsciously propagated,
with no comprehension,
you let it loose.
 
In that process of cluttering,
those strained thoughts invade,
destroying all the awareness,
pushing forth what has been latent.
 
At the gates of Saṃskāra,
that impetuous force,
lie the omnipresent impressions,
the volcano you’ve awoken.
I hear the echoes of arrival…
the sound propagates in the room,
filling it with the cacophony
of wasted lives…
so many lives,
so many lives,
So many dreams!
wasted.
 
They will gather and plan,
meticulously unfolding,
the faith of many
in the hands of the few
And they will analyze…
rooted on illusion
with their crippled egos,
pouring with grandiosity and exuberance
How  the oppression will play out.
 
Blindfolded,
Blindfolded in a veil of maya.
 
The rotten perfume
intoxifies the room
as they settle down
and draw their suitcases.
 
The messiah has a plan
and the plan doesn’t include you,
the makers of Your God have decided
to withhold the keys to
preserve luxurious desires.
 
Still Blindfolded,
Blindfolded in a veil of maya…
 
Quiet!!
 
So…it begins…
I hear the dropping lines of
the pompous discourse yet…
I can’t decipher a single line.
 
Listen…
 
They still talk…yet nothing is said..
Nothing is decoded from their mouth
nothing sounds…
human…
they dwell to speak but all I hear…
are Swines…
All swines…
 
After all this fanfare of aesthetics,
the fancy shoes, the fancy cars, manners, watches, ties
and even socks!
All that I could ever get from these deranged maniacs is…
 
The swine dialectic.
How did it ever came to this?
Covering sand right in my eyes.
 
Blissful sleep fills me whole,
every moment barely concious is a nightmare.
 
Like a hamelins flute,
singing enchanted wishpers of deception.
 
Can i wake to the truth?
Before dawn of perdition grabs me whole.
 
Inside the majestic walls,
filled with decreptic people.
A dazzling plan is forged
Obscured to the common sheeple.
 
In disguise created,
in disguise maintained.
Manufactured reality,
milleniums of Bleeding.
 
As Rumours spread on unconcious lands,
dividing people as far as eyes can see.
The binding continues to take a hold,
of every little piece of you.
 
Now with grins of victory on their face,
arguing a plot to control,
the curreny that makes your heart,
pump your veins,
your own being,
hold.
 
sangue,
vitae,
vita.
 
Obsessio,
in perpetuum,
carcere.
 
A volture spreading its wings,
swallowing.
 
A spiders web carefully orchestrated,
confining.
 
A swine dialectic unfolding at greater pace.
Rejoicing for those who laugh in your face.
 
The mere sight brought disgust,
the pen on the paper echoing pain,
to be catalyzed through out…
The world.
 
sangue,
vitae,
vita.
 
Obsessio,
in perpetuum,
carcere.
 
A volture spreading its wings,
swallowing.
 
A spiders web carefully orchestrated,
confining.
 
The swine dialectic shall be
incenerated with blazing fire.
For this hogs a gasping pit awaits,
what i witnessed cannot come to be.
There shant be no
Deliverance!
 
There shant be no Deliverance!
there shant be no Deliverance!
there shant be no Deliverance!
there shant be no Deliverance!