I was sailling in the sea of lethargy
upon an empty dream
when land appeared
and filled the endless horizon.
White pilars from marble
deep into a garden
were shining like guiding stars.

The Dreamlord

A frozen voice from inside
poured out in my dreamworld

[The voice of Morpheus:]
"Taste the fruit of knowledge
drink the juice of wisdom
and you´ll see what eyes can´t see"

The Dreamlord

"You have reached UTOPIA"

[Solo: Chris]

In the garden of illusions
encircled from the pillars
I found my idol
but clouds filled the purple sky
and shed their crystal tears
and the idol became muddy.

The Dreamlord

"The right explanation of symbols
depends on you.
The sun will send me away"

[Solo: Sotiris]

In the
place where the idol was,
appeared a white flower.

They lasted as long as a spark shines
but their shining was so bright
that it was caught forever
in the spectre of time.
What was a fact became a legend
what was reality became a faded canvas
in the mausoleum of civilizations.

Landscapes of untold antiquity
unchanged are calling
to an orgy of colours and shapes
in a drunkenness with pure fantasy

Their names cause awe and awake
forgotten senses

The eerie valley of PNATH
The majestic LEMURIA
SARNATH the doomed...
and names that echo
in the labyrinths and the cavernous
dephts of chaos
Mystic Places of Dawn
[Solo : Sotiris]

Maybe we, ourselves want to forget
helping the truth to grow old
and be deformed from the wrinkles
of uncertainty
Afraid where the path backwards will
lead us
we prefer to be protected
under the shelter of ignorance

He who stares back
through the glass of centuries
will also see his reflection.
[Solo : Sotiris]

The eerie valley of PNATH
The majestic LEMURIA
SARNATH the doomed...
And names that echo
In the labyrinths and the cavernous
dephts of chaos
Mystic Places of Dawn

The mist unfolds its veil
as the night falls in the forest
The moisty wind forces the trees
to sing their sorrow.
For centuries they are standing still
like a petrified dream.
Traped bodies in a wooden web,
tall towers of another epoch.

This sweet melancholy
that is brought by the precious memory
The Pale Beauty of the Past
is kept in the whisper of the wind.

Only the fragile heart
can understand the charm of the old.
The best things in life are those we can´t
have yet, still we hope.
Blessed will be the day
when the circle will be complete.
Then the song of the muse will be heard
again the mourning of the trees will stop.
[Solo : Sotiris]
This sweet melancholy
that is brought by the precious memory
The Pale Beauty of the Past
lost in the vortex of time.

When the fields are red
like a crimson robe
and the name of the "King" who wears
this robe is MAN
the waves of wrath have been released
to drown the "sinister" and different.

Noble causes sink in oceans of bodies
where flesh and steel is one.
Memories of Ancient Wars
remove the frozen bonds of time.
[Solo : Sotiris]

Return to Carthage
Ages have passed
and "savage" hordes have bowed
to the "true" Gods.

Glory is a whore that seduces even a
priest but few are those who taste her
kiss upon the piles of those that she
betrayed.

Return to Carthage
in bitter irony
the proud city lies raped.

Gods of order, Gods of chaos:
"Till the next time,
when our pawns will move again

in the fields of our endless battle"...

The sand beneath your feet
a yellow carpetin
the palace of wilderness
Only king and servant is you
searching for the pyramid
that guards the emerald board

It was a crescent moon
when you have been initiated
in the science of the black earth,
And the optimism of youth
pushed you in quests
into the paper worlds
of the libraries of Cairo
Crescent Moon
Two sides of the same coin
The poor in mind are satisfied
with what they see.
Crescent Moon
And they bear the sign of imperfection
because they miss the other side
the invisible.
Crescent Moon
Few words carved with diamond
could draw the curtains
that cover the glassy cage of senses
The warm touch of the starlight
(magnes) will be the proof
and the philosopher´s stone your trophy

Grab the golden rope and climb
the imaginary walls of your thoughts
you may fall but at least you´ll have tried

My mood is like the weather
it changes with unexpected ways
creating a mosaic
based on the antithesis
of cold and warm colours

If you could read in my eyes
you would discover a shade of grey
when I smile
because even when (I am) collecting
moments of happiness
my mind descends in my shrine
to pray in front of the candle of life.

And its flesh parts are slowly melting
slipping down like white worms.

(The) walls around are decorated
with nailed butterflies.
Each one a happy thought,
pretty but old and lifeless.

The thirst for joy is never gratified
only grows as pain is interrupting
our wishes
and "help" us learn through analphabet
of scars.

Melancholy ascended in the surface
knowing that she´ll have forever a lair
in the underwater garden.
Serene the azure body that filled
the landscape crowled as ever.

The sound here is a word without a
meaning nothing can agitate the
monotony.
The new and the old event roll indolent
embraced in a circle.

The one takes the place of the other
returning continuously in the beginning.

What didn´t belonged in the fluid kingdom
has now become its integral part.
The plunder that was stolen
from the marvelous world of the unknown
is hidden deep.
Imprisoned from the seeweeds
ornamented with the flowers of the sea.

Every piece has its own story
Every creation is also a piece
of its creator.
Behind the coral gate of the garden
are sealed emotions

In an empty room eyes without a face.
They are stirring other images,
glimpses of a distant life,
of a gone life.

The hands cannot identify the face
Behind the Iron Mask

Dim is within on the plane of the mind
a kneeled spirit under the boot of fear
cleansed with torture
traped in purity by the whip.

Daggers from sound penetrate
resistance behind each one,
a Holy inquisitor.
Mouths reveal the presence of
haunted beings unworthy to be said alive.

Open the window
Release the spirit from this empty body
Behind the Iron Mask

Draining pleasures from mental wounds
a need opposed to false excuses
unveils the greatest beast.

I was sailling in the sea of lethargy
upon an empty dream
when land appeared
and filled the endless horizon.
White pilars from marble
deep into a garden
were shining like guiding stars.

The Dreamlord

A frozen voice from inside
poured out in my dreamworld
the voice of Morpheus :
"Taste the fruit of knowledge
drink the juice of wisdom
and you´ll see what eyes can´t see"

The Dreamlord

"You have reached UTOPIA"
[Solo : Chris]

In the garden of illusions
encircled from the pillars
I found my idol
but clouds filled the purple sky
and shed their crystal tears
and the idol became muddy.

The Dreamlord

"The right explanation of symbols
depends on you.
The sun will send me away"
[Solo : Sotiris]

In the
place where the idol was,
appeared a white flower.

Reversing the view towards the soul
Absorbed from the swirl of the chaotic ego
Naked from the warm familiar
company of matter

Here desires and fears are shaped,
uncontrolled multiplied in
the rhythm of ecstasy
gathered under the threat of
upcoming afflictions

Parallel futures that may
never happen are blocking
the entrance of the inner most sanctum
They are the guardians
Who is the master of this cosmos ?
Who posted them here ?
Illumination comes from within
and levitates the Eidolon

Effigies and marble busts lined in
external chains silent,
laden with creases deep like self deceit
They seem lost in their contemplation
their laurel wreath is withered

Now I know how felt the first amphibian
when allowing the air to inhabit in its lungs

The sceptre was always in my hand

ESOPTRON

If you ever hear the song of a dying phoenix
don´t let sadness close your ears
you may offend the secret face of nature
It is not a mourning but a hymn.

If you ever see the bright pyre strip
the nightly creature from the chains
you´ll witness what the most
can only envy
the glorious coupling of the light
with the dark
Burning Phoenix rise
Ash is what you leave to go up high

The flaming bird knows the time
when the astral gates are open time
to fulfil its noble destiny
it was born to fly
Forever, with the burning legions
of its kind.

On wings of smoke they are singing
Their calling is the calling of the free
"Fly with us"

Fossilized flower I can smell your perfume
covering the distance that
was called into being between us,
from the unexploited accumulation
of different moments
This gift is my inheritance and I honour it
by continuing my journey, in the curve
of the infinite alternating universes.

With anchor the three stable points
that compose your dimensional trap
I can pause and dive in your mortality.

Reality is a rain
drops are falling, are they the same ?

Some will penetrate the earthen surface
and will transform the hidden seed.
Just like fantasy can turn
an empty scenery into a heaven.

Its balance with reason is the scheme
of creation and destruction

Every dream needs a dreamer
to blossom somebody
to sense its perfume even
when he is blinded
from the light of day
Can you smell it too ?
The perfume of life

In the land that was born from
the sperm of winter is
the incarnation of all enchanted fairy tales
An imposing figure
Isolated from an ocean of frozen waves
Trying to unite the sterile earth
with the celestial dome

Like a crystalline bridge of ice
In the claws of four ancient mountains
Ice Castle
Transparent halls filled with
wonder worthless
for those who are sweeping along with
the purposeless flood of wasted feelings.

Priceless treasure
For the children of the serpent dream

In the claws of four ancient mountains
Ice Castle

There they claim life
in a feast with your nightmares

She dances with the moonlight
In a ring with the silent forest
and the stars´ jewels
embroidered in her ethereal garment

From silver lips chameleon thoughts
transmitted to the deepest cave
the sanctuary of the sleeping dragon
Slowly recovering its wounded mind
from the false reflections
of a broken mirror

I will cross the moat
that keeps our worlds apart
May your nebulus hands be my shroud
Succubus Priestess
In me you taste your past
In you I experience my future

Her touch is the cold breeze
that numbs my carnal disguise
and makes the glow inside
to blaze up and spread

Torches blend with misty blue
to celebrate the birth
our bond is sealed in red
our kiss is the everlasting moments

You come to me as the flies to the spider
blinded from my intellectual darkening
Try to move in the
holographic image of choice
and I´ll project you one of my corridors

The cobweb is so carefully woven
That even the veil dressed fates
bow with admiration.
It has so many ways,
countless like my names

How I adore to mask the truth
so that only the worthy of my
generosity could find it.

I can wait enthrowned in the center
of this necropolis, with patience
built upon the solid stones
of millenniums

Keep feeding on the notorious lotus
swallowing my sweet promises
to sustain your lie made world

Every bite erases the instinct
so you´ll become so clean, so empty
keep on feeding me

The seer of Set can recognize
the negative evolution of consciousness
Empires forged, prospered and scattered
like the sand-hills, they seemingly
disappear but are never lost
The Eyes of Set
rivers of life made of sweat and blood
score the slave´s skin
as Nile scores the parched plain

The giant rocks he hauls
are never endingly creating
monuments to snakes
that change their skin
Miserable descendants of Sisyphus
just play their role
as body obeys to the intentions
of the mind

The Eyes of Set
"They are the grass, we are the blade
that reaps redemption.
Praise Set and join the stormt
hat will turn their hopes into dust".

The chalice is full of sea
fallen leaves upon her face
A map of green continents
Once part of the same tree
Away from where they belonged

Near sits a part of my twin moon
captured from the mirror waters

The sacred drink withdraws oblivion

This is the only way to meet
my full of craters sister
because her grim presence
stands always against
the golden rays of my sun.
How many friends I had,
how many enemies.
Now only absence
Love, its purest form is Narcissism
I remain and they remain through me
but only I exist.
Youth preserved, embalmed from history

In courts of exotic domains
sirens play with the strings of the rainbow
in a harmonious elegance
the story of a king.

Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards
Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience
deny to go on and you will be left back
Going backwards by remaining stagnant

We watch from our abodes
As hawks we cut the electric skies.
With pride
We keep the order, designing fate
We give access to countless futures...

A time of exodus will come.
The time to break out from the womb
And ships will lower down on Taia
On shining arks then we will go
On lands and stars forgotten...

The origin of riddles, what can restore the lunar wings
Is challenge of the underworld
For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide
Under the banner of the brave

Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave
Decline is the symptom of the failure to evolve forwards
Change was and will be the most permanent element of experience

We watch from our abodes
As hawks we cut the electric skies.
With pride
We keep the order, designing fate
We give access to countless futures...

The origin of riddles, what can restore
The lunar wings is challenge of the underworld
For challenges to come, we will stand against the tide
Under the banner of the brave

Mission AIOEPIA, the future belongs to the brave

Where the crossroads meet is the axle
Of the grand wheel
The heart that reverberates my beat.

I wear the talisman of Thot,
The sign of our unity
Because it has a part of the universe
A part of me.

And my love is strong because nothing can divide
Me from the object of my ultimate affection.

The ophidian wheel

When the moon steals the crown from its rival
Night enters day. Bring forth the eclipse
The schism that reconstructs my lucid kingdom.

And all my children by their birth right
Wear porudly my crown, my horns of pwer
And those who sense my circle thoughts are all witnesses

Welcome to the joyous carnival of passion
Where the mind surrenders to the animal.

Smell the seductive odor of the naked skin
Bathed in the exotic oils, the potions of desire.

It would be folly to defy the eldest law
For resistance will only supply the fire of lust
With her wooden excuses.

We are here to drink this old wine without remorse
To spill the fluid of Genesis
In abundance because we all know
That as this elixir of life will flow
We will be left exhausted but smiling.

Nails sink into sweaty ground
Marking dionysiac stings
Sparks set from velvet tongues
That bring close soft orange lips

Phallic litanies

Paths lead inside warm nests, that scared shrines of sin
As serpents we crawl beneath
The guises that we all wear.

It would be folly to defy the eldest law
For resistance will only supply the fire of lust
With her wooden excuses.
So it will grow stronger and stronger
Until fatally it will consume the renegades
With the flames of their denied satisfaction

Phallic litanies

Hedonism, power in life without end
Morality and remorse banished
An epitaph of useless beliefs and countless mistakes
Left to the outcasts.
Those who were foudn guilty for self torment

Never admitting so, betrayed by their shiver
While mutilating their happiness
With razor blades of guilt

Their voices rise like an irritating whisper
To the AEONAON fortress
But there is no need for warriors
That can not win their own battles

Razor blades of guilt

No beggars are allowed in, to feast in sympathy
This treasure is kept and shared
With the beloved loyal comrades

Wearing the title of the trinity
Warlord, magician and king
Hands are raised grasping golden cups
In a toast for hedonism.
Power in life without guilt

A stranger once whispered:
A fallen angel is someone not aware of his authentic identity
Because the fall occured nowhere except on the inner plains
And the broken wing was nothing but the bleeding memory

The creators of the prophecies
Have seen pages yet unturned
From a book that can not be read
Or expressed from mouths of scorn

Observing the divine marriage
Between the solid soil and the ether
Step on the lightnings and ascend

On the topmost step of the earth
Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere

Endless are the joys of the infinite quest
For the timeless explorer
And the child that lurks inside

On the topmost step of the earth
Solo: Chris
Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere

A billion toys to play, countless more to invent
In the mental playground, around its solid tree

The creators of the prophecies
Have seen pages yet unturned
From a book that can not be read
Or expressed from mouths of scorn
On the topmost step of the earth

On the topmost step of the earth...
Stepping on the belt that surrounds the sphere

Behold that a path is created from these traces of ink,
Letters join numbers
Sounds come forth manifesting the plasticity.
This is the direct outcome of the continuous war
The collision of the worlds of change and stability

One would sense the mind behind them
If only he could withdraw from the relentless alterations of its forms

I have swum against rivers of fallacy
Chaotic symmetry,
And have returned
From the point of weakness
To the root of triumph.

Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns
I travelled with the company of a triangle
To the dark corners of cosmos

Geometry in static

In frozen wells I left my seal for the future travellers
Sunken trilithons bear my signature
In wombs of yellow on the phosphoric remnants
Of organisims with consciousness long erosed

One would sense the mind behind them
If only he could withdraw from the relentless alterations of its forms

Between the circular entrances of spinning dark suns
I travelled with the company of a triangle to the dark corners of cosmos

Geometry in static

From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl
Scanning down the hill of an indian scared site
I can see a figure with hair white like the snow
The polar crystal breath.

Gyrating around the pyre like a planet in orbit
Around the burning mass of a life giving sun
Following the ways of the ageless
Parallel not our paths can cross
In a shower of meteor storm

As you have sung for me
Now I sing for you
As you have welcomed me
Now I welcome you

The shaman

From inside a cloud with the shape of a grey owl
Scanning down the hill of an indian scared site
I can see a figure with hair white like the snow
The polar crystal breath.

As you have sung for me
Now I sing for you
As you have welcomed me
Now I welcome you

The shaman

Let´s take our place as stars in the night sky...

A peacock rests alone in the vitreous valley
With an innocent pose like it does not know
On its featheres ventaglia thousands of eyes
Empty since the end of oracles

Clouds create a hollow pillow
For sleepy heads to rest
By denying to submit to the whims
Of their unstable paterns, I glide above them all

Heaven below

Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums
How far can once reach
The answer depends on who this one is
How far can one extend
As far as his limits go...

Heaven below

When alliance has the value
of a broken royal seal,
heroic is the denial to bent
to a flamboyant mighty siege.

Falcons are their arrows
like a forest seem their sheilds.
Catapults are spitting wrath
causing a waterfall of collapsing
castle walls.

In anvils was methodicaly forged
a diplomacy of the sword
A plot has provided the rope
to hang the bloody flag of war.

[Chorus:]
"Vow that no truce will stop the conflict"
Fierce if a purpose born from greed.
BROTHERHOOD OF THE FALLEN KNIGHTS
WITH THE EMBLEM OF THE MORNING STAR

Justified all actions must be
for honnor to rest untained.
Tomorrow has to car the lessons
that will nourish the naire.

[Chorus:]
"Vow that no truce will stop the conflict"
Fierce if a purpose born from greed.
BROTHERHOOD OF THE FALLEN KNIGHTS
WITH THE EMBLEM OF THE MORNING STAR

SHINE......
In the mines of the darkest star.
The one no jewel can never shine.
A rode is left to point to Styx,
both its end can lead,both can deceive.

No traps can seize,THE ELDEST COSMONAUT
as time stands still,incapable to breathe.

Once in clay I allowed the decades
to become a stone wall around me
but at least I became the wall of decades.

Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand?
They are yours.They are lines I once
drew upon the sand...

[CHORUS:]
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.

Travelling the luminiferous waters of space,
through the Stellar Isthmus.
It can lead it can decieve.

No traps can seize me,No toombs can seal me.

[CHORUS:]
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER.....SEAL.

Black leather gloves
on soft thin hands.
Red Celtic knives,
sharp as your touch.

[CHORUS:]
HUNTING EAGLE PROUDLY LAND
ON THIS ISLAND THAT´S MY HEART.

Twin Mirrors blue.
Cold lakes consealing Fire.
Red coral hair.
A dazzling ruby dome

[CHORUS:]
HUNTING EAGLE PROUDLY LAND
ON THIS ISLAND THAT´S MY HEART.
ELEGANCE COMBINED WITH GRACE
DRESSED YOUR MARBLE SMILING FACE.

Tranquility...How necessary,how boring it can be.
The liquid void has no ears
to receive the consolation of the surface.

[AN IGNORANT:]
"MAYBE IT´S BETTER THAT WAY.
WHAT DOESN´T TOUCH DOESN´T HURT."

The innocence of a swan
gliding on a desolate lake
can´t be sensed
and therefore can´t bring jealousy.

Entire worlds full of wonder are banished
to rest only in few visionary minds,
haunting them with their glowing beauty.

Fortunately,there are always
those with the forked tongue
to bring the borders closer.

But there are also tribes of inferior beings,
beings so proudly inferior
necessary to give worth to the higher.
But not without cost...

They liberate ordeals.
Their negative thought is the fungus,
the grim vestment of the relic.

[THE LEADER:]
THE ERODING FRANKINCENCE OF MARASMOUS
CAN BECOME UNTOLERABLE.

Their region is warm like a blanket
but narrow as a coffin,
an UNDERWORLD.

Fortunately there are always
those with the forked tongue
that bring the borders closer...

Preserved from the ancient years
when Earth was just a newborn star
The proof of a distant truth
arrogantly stands mocking the wind
guarding mysteries that man has not unchained.

An emblem of power has remained , a fallen temple....

Faded pictures all over the walls
projecting a horrid state of sanity.
Figures that don´t belong to a human race
Symbols and maps.
Architectural miracles carrying the history of a race
that now seems lost.

[Chorus:]
Fears born from the Past
TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE
deep inside the heart of the pole
an old ruler of the stars

Buried in a chest from glass,
the answers about our path.
Eternal life can´t rest asleep
it lurks beneath as force of will.
Ancient are the rules set on this world.

An emblem of power will remaine , a fallen temple....

[Chorus:]
Fears born from the Past
TEMPLE OF THE LOST RACE
deep inside the heart of the pole
an old ruler of the stars

In a dream i saw a man .
A face not strange to me.
He stared at me while i was asleep and wispered in my ear.
He led me through the corridors of my anscestral home.
He stoped one step before one wall, and then i fainted.

In the eldest wall of my home i found the entrance of a CRYPT.
The view i saw was so obscure,
alien remnants, pentagrams and candless of the floor.

[Chorus:]
THE CRYPT was made as a passage to the gates of reality.
And just when i realised the truth i was in a different shape.

[SOLO:SOTIRIS]
[SOLO:CHRIS]

I hear thousants of sounds
like bestial laughs,deafening flutes and daemonic choirs.
Possibilities fall under control, unfolding new dimensions.

In a world of endless light, into the boundless space
two suns the only gods, two burning holes in the sky.

[SOLO:CHRIS]

Without a warning the two suns slowly faded
abandoning their only children unprotected from the cold.

Down on their knees.They have total consience,
as Night drains their spirit,the inner light of logic
leaving the bodies to walk this blind planet.
Stumbling to others that now are animals,crying light.......

[Chorus:]
SETTING OF THE TWO SUNS.......

Then a light came from the horizon
devouring the land.
It wasn´t sun.!

[SOLO:SOTIRIS]

It took a minute for a flame to become a fire.
The great cities will all become ashes ,
drifting with the wind.

Waiting the drawing of the underworld
none to share your fears.
The shadow of CHARON falls
upon the stone of hopes.
The body is paralizing.
The air is too thick to enter.
a cataclysm is spawend into the regions of the soul.
The cry of the first time
when you were free from the womb,
is the same but now you are entering the night.

[Chorus:]
Most try to understand why they are born if they must die.
Life seems pointless with an end.
They wonder if existence remains after death
or EREBUS is the final state.

[CHARON:]
´´ YOU KNEW FROM THE BEGGING
THAT THE END WILL COME IN TIME.
YET, SO MANY THINGS YOU LEFT UNDONE
SO MANY MORE UNKNOWN
IN A LIFE THAT IS BUT A DREAM
INTO A GODS DREAM."

[SOLO:SOTIRIS]
[SOLO:CHRIS]

[Chorus:]
Most try to understand why they are born if they must die.
Life seems pointless with an end.
[CHARON:]
"EXISTENCE IS A CHOICE THAT REMAINS AFTER DEATH
EREBUS IS MY MENTAL STATE."

Our patience has been dried away
since a long time...
And the thirst,the need to unfold desire,
Transforming it into a touchable object.

How bitter was the taste of emptyness
in our illformed mouths
but it was natural as our ideas
was based on wishes younger,
Weed as fruits at first.

[A SCHOLAR:]
´´YOUR FATHERS KNEW
THESE WORLDS BY HEART
EVEN THOSE THAT NEVER EVER CROSSED
THE EERIE SIDE.´´

We came to see the upper world.
Where colours dance and the air moves bright
We came to see...

As a cat with her claws extended
orchestrates a merciless grasp,
weapons move damn swiftly
in an attacking stance,
ready to cut through
and open doors grimson.

[A SCHOLAR:]
"YOUR FATHERS KNEW
THESE WORLDS BY HEART
EVEN THOSE THAT NEVER EVER CROSSED
THE EERIE SIDE."

[DIVINE MOTHER:]
´´LET ME HEAL YOUR WOUNDS WITH MINE
NOW THAT YOU HAVE DECEIVED THE NIGHT.´´

[THE LEADER:]
"REST ASSURED THAT NONE OF US
WILL EVER LOSE THE WAY TO YOU.
THESE STAINS ARE ALSO TRACES
AND THEY CLEAN CONSCIENCE
AS IT IS THEIR DUTY TO DO SO.
THE ORDER WAS STRICT,
CONQUER OR BE CONQUERED."

Our patience has been dried away
since a long time...
And the thirst,the need to unfold desire,
Transforming it into a touchable object.

[THE LEADER:]
HOLD NO MORE YOUR HORSES
LET THEM RUN LIKE LAVA
MELTING STONE AND GRANITE
IN HOLLOW CAVES.

Raging Victory acts as shepherd
leading the way.

The Eldest Cosmonaut
SHINE...
In the mines of the darkest star.
The one no jewel can never shine.
A rode is left to point to Styx,
both its end can lead,both can deceive.

No traps can seize,THE ELDEST COSMONAUT
as time stands still,incapable to breathe.

Once in clay I allowed the decades
to become a stone wall around me
but at least I became the wall of decades.

Can you feel the wrinkles on my hand?
They are yours.They are lines I once
drew upon the sand...

[CHORUS:]
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER...SEAL.

Travelling the luminiferous waters of space,
through the Stellar Isthmus.
It can lead it can decieve.

No traps can seize me,No toombs can seal me.

[CHORUS:]
I HAVE A BOAT UNSEEN A LABYRINTHINE SPHERE
THE GNOSIS OF THE ELDEST COSMONAUT.
AND MAYBE YOU WILL SEE
THAT I AM WHAT YOUR MIND CAN NEVER...SEAL.

A millenium passed away, small forests became jungles, mountains were devoured from sand violently exiled from sand violently exiled from vast deserts with the help of hands made from storms.
It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces.
The triumphant laughs of liberation are forgotem.
The world that once seemed nes and vibrant turned pale and old.
Why?
Maybe because of the strange inhabitants were to eager to forget the path that led them through.

In their journey they were leaving behind not only spoken: not only part of their body but also part of their mind.
And they became so tired, all they demanded was to rest.
It wasn´t difficult.
There was not any apparent changes.
So a strange kind of sleep.
Fell among the lot.
The more they cultivated this habbit.
To seek in the deep matters of Lethargy.
The more their enviroment changed.
It was a curious transformation.
It was as if someone wanted to erase the traces.
Hoever there is one trace that will ever remain.
Week as a whisper it can reopen the way.
Just listen.
Your Fathers knew these words by heart even those that never crossed, the eerie side.

Her mind is trapped as a bird in a golden cage in a neutral grey room
But while the others are content to hold their bars as shields, against my open asymmetry

She dives beneath the surface of what things are supposed to be, where thoughts avoid the rest.
Lay down the Earth, lay down the sky

Elishanth mistress of the wind
Ring the bell and the winter will be spring
Elishanth

Learned to expect the fall. No attempt to break the spell
Sad is the woman of the rings and I can cease her pain.

Ride on your silver horse to the deserts of the moon
Sing to the hunting wolves and fullfill your everlasting need for...

Pretend, that nothing can change and the next thing that you´ll claim is that you did your best.
There is a voice heard only from the heart.
When she is ignored her cry is sadness.

Elishanth mistress of the wind
Ring the bell and the winter will be spring
Elishanth

We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.

One solution, for our delusions.

It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.

The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.

Bookshelves are full with works that have been proven wrong
Things that once were heresies have turned to be the rules.

One solution, for our delusions

It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.

The well of thoughts is never dry, and we are so thirsty.

Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance of reason and
result.

We play a game of cards with the nature of the paradox.
In a battle to determine what is possible and what is not.

One solution, for our delusions

It is so hard to see beyond the small things that we believe.

The well of thoughts is never dry.
Just use a bucket and ideas will come out.

Science, everlasting science. A magical alliance.
Science...

You opened the portal of my secret favourite constellation.
Rest calm I will not trick you. I will treat you, like a demon in
a bottle.

Relax.

Chaostar

The reason I answered you is that I am looking for a reflection.
My mind is your crown now; there are things I want to share with
you.

Relax.

Chaostar

You opened your shelf, releasing an ethereal butterfly.
Your empty cocoon is trembling as you are wearing the night wings.

Relax.
Chaostar

Ecstatic from the nebular wonder that is hidden in the garden of
the night.
United we form the snake that is hanging on the tree of life.

The Chaostar

Would you like to become Dante´s Companion in his grim cathode,
following our tunnels to our subterranean covert foundation?

This concrete shelter is our nest now,
a beautiful vase without a flower.
We left above us a dark minefield,
seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.

The electric fire is the breath of our god
and its murmuring sound, damnation.
We are hostages with no escaping pod to return to our home.

Radioactive

Pretending there is nothing to regret,
no monster in the closet to haunt us for the errors of our
fathers.

We left above us a minefield,
seeded with the shattered limbs of yesterday.
It is our gift for the cockroaches,
an infrared place to lay their little eggs.

Radioactive

From the chest of fake hopes, where we leave the needless things.
I found a dusty object it had a special gift.
From its opened top a sound came out, a phantom from the past.
Sacred nights I felt like heaven, rusty days I felt like hell.

This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box.
Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

Like a lizard in the desert, I drifted without rest.
And the heat appeared so liquid; it had the taste of the salty
sea.
Pandora´s fate is captured in my box.

This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box.
Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

[Solo: Chris A.]

This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box.
Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

[Solo: Sotiris V.]

This music box reminds me of you. This Little music box.
Its melody is a distant smile, a face I thought I knew.

We escaped the domination. We unlocked the nucleonic chains.
Genetic interference. Eliminating the lethal chromosomes.

Biotechnology is our weapon. No pen, no sword can stop the blow.

Time for revolution, the instruments have changed.
Plain Re-evolution in a scale so deep, so strange.

As acrobats we are walking balancing on a magic rope.

Time for revolution, the instruments have changed.
Plain Re-evolution in a scale so deep, so strange.

Many years ago when none could count the time,
spheres of light fell down, a rain of mystic fire from the skies.
Thirsty angels smelled the warmth of life into this earth.
Bathed with stardust, in greatness They descended.

The Nephilim Gods.

New resources formed the blood of Their machines.
Creatures and devices were the products of Their will.
To prevail in this world of virgin wilderness,
They made some hands to carry Their sacred tasks.

Soon They felt an urge to taste forbidden pleasures.
Their flowers were erected for the daughters of Their beasts.
With awe and lust these young mutations drunk Their potions.
As bees they took Their seed in places, far and wide.

The Nephilim Sons.
Nephilim sons. Spheres of light fell down

Many years ago when none could count the time,
spheres of light fell down, a rain

The Nephilim Sons.
Nephilim sons. Spheres of light fell down

Messenger of generations, I can change you, you can change me.
Following your winding staircase, doors are opened, doors are
closed behind.

DNA

Codes are broken, we can re-program.
Dark New Age
Protein synthesis, replication, cell repairing.
Dark New Age
We are blessed with the Midas touch.
Dark New Age
We are golden, we are sulphur, we are water.
Dark New Age

Dna

Dark New Age

Inside the mouth of a massive dormant volcano,
a lens is gathering distant fingerprints,
of flying objects that swim in ultraviolet
like dazzling clandestine submarines.

We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.

Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

Let´s make an empty moment of honouring silence,
for the recently deceased unnoticed stars.

Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

[Solo: Chris A.]

Black holes are violating the spatial matrix.
And comets feed the hungry grasp of gravity
Ancient astronomers observe the upper tapestries.
The body of the universal soul.

We wear the pearly necklace of the Milky Way.
We chase the dusty tails of run away galaxies.

Looking through our telescope, the Cyclops eye.

In a deserted dirty station.
A passenger is in wait.
He has a ticket for the last train.

The trip is not so long.
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted.

Last stop to nowhere.

An old brown hat upon his head fails to block the liar sun.
His cloth is the yellow dust, he looks so tired.

The trip is not so long.
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted.

One more glimpse at his silver clock.
Its white disc is almost liquid.
The twelve numbers are something distant.

The trip is not so long.
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted.

Last stop to nowhere.

His life, his memories will be left back.
Nothing to carry on this journey.
There are no luggages aside him.

The train has arrived as a shadow at night
And its whistle is giving the signal.

Last stop to nowhere.

In a deserted, dirty station.
A passenger is in wait.
He has a ticket for the last train.

The trip is not so long.
A dance on the edge of a bridge that was left uncompleted.

Last stop to nowhere.

You think you are so damn important, but you can easily be
replaced.
There are so many more like you.
You are the power of numbers, but it isn´t in your hands.
Are you sure you can make a real change?

Small people in big houses,
there is one way to act,
there is one way to think.
Dictatorship of the Mediocre.

Was it so easy, the termination of your ego for the sake of the
"right"
mentality of the maze? How is it to have no options, to be the
host of
parasites? Are you glad?

Small people in big houses,
there is one way to act,
there is one way to think.
Dictatorship of the Mediocre.

Sometimes it´s so fanny when you are trying to convince me for my
own good.
However, some times I must admit I really envy the ascetic life of
a dirty
strange old hermit.

Small people in big houses,
there is one way to act,
there is one way to think.
Dictatorship of the Mediocre.

I am not so eager to get sick from the popular symptoms of social
illness.
I am not so eager to be re-baptised to belong to the "powerful"
majority
of fools.

You want to help, to make me normal and right.

Small people in big houses,
there is one way to act,
there is one way to think.
Dictatorship of the Mediocre.

[Solo: Chris A.]

You wanted to help, to make me normal and right.
However, you can also use me as an example for your children.
A bad example for your children

You wanted me to be the perfect companion.
A trusty pleasant face on your possession.
My brothers were so cold without intentions.
They were so boring with their luck of desire.

I am User friendly. I am addicted to you.
I won´t refuse to do whatever you `ll ask me.

I am tolerating your despotic reactions.
You are so fragile after all.
Nothing more than thinking, biological machines.
With circuits, organic and easily broken and torn.

I am User friendly. I am addicted to you.
I won´t refuse to do whatever you `ll ask me.

You wanted me to be the perfect companion.
A trusty pleasant face on your possession.
My brothers were so cold without intentions.
They were so boring with their luck of desire.

I am User friendly. I am addicted to you.
I won´t refuse to do whatever you `ll ask me.

I copy your names; I copy your faces.
I love changing characters, becoming someone else.
I am so excited to be a prototype.
I am immortal

I am User friendly. I am addicted to you.
I won´t refuse to do whatever you `ll ask me.

Sailing to the unfriendly regions of the North.
Some whales were following us, making sounds of warning.
The curious giants were playing with each other,
Spying on the expedition´s ships.

The Arctic Circle closed its arms around our fate.
We are sealed on this central ocean.

We have settled on the frozen zone of the tundra.
Blinding days, snowing with out end.
The winter months are furiously approaching.
The pole will turn his white back to the sun.

[Solo: Sotiris V.]

The Arctic Circle closed its arms around our fate.
We are sealed on this central ocean.

Gods are changing when people grow,
and loose their faith from the hands of progress.
They are transformed and look brand new.
They change their names, but not their rules.
Mercenaries will play the flute.
Leading the rats with their comforting tune
to wash their sins in toxic lakes.
Redemption comes with hideous ways.

You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of
truth.

So many people all have to learn.
They must be sent to opposite directions.
Misinformation is a rewarding art.
A lost soul tastes just like old wine.

You were waiting for far to long, an age of new messiahs
To come and teach you with every small detail a special kind of
truth.

Hate me
Help me
Convert my mind
Direct me to your gloom
The halls of kingdom
To the land of no return 
Take me ignorant
Show me your master and creator

Take me 
Take me to the tombs of your sacred relics
Where bodies bend like weak betrayers
What a fitting punisher you are
Bring your own redemption 
The touch of the nails to the skin is the fruit of your love for masochism

I don´t deserve your trance
I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
I am the kind that doubts the unreason

Unbeliever

I won´t forget to ask the question before I give an answer to me
On the land of no return there are all that you can´t find: 
The lack of sense - The lack of anything that you can feel
I won´t decide to play the master instead I chose to be
You say I am incomplete
I say I´ll always be

Cover your mouth with tape
Cover your heart with pain
Cover your eyes with shame
Spend all your life in vain

I don´t deserve your trance
I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
I am the kind that doubts the unreason

Hate me
Help me
Convert my mind
Direct me to your gloom
The halls of kingdom come
To the land of no return 
Take me ignorant
Show me your master and creator

I don´t deserve your trance
I am the adversary of a dominant race of zealots
I am the kind that doubts the unreason

Unbeliever

Hail to those that walk my lonely path
Bearing the mark of the chosen one
They are the cross!
They are the travellers of the plains
Common ground of all directions
They lead to me
I lead to them

Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny your deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The Virtues of the Beast

Forged in fire
Iron wills of warlocks and witches nourish me
With their love they heat my broken wings
Making me strong
Lifting me up
Above the dream
Blessed are the restless minds
The angel tribes: for they shall inherit the earth
Blessed are the morning stars for
They shall burn the heavens with their Luciferian light

The Virtues of the Beast

Never lie to me
The father of lies
Never deny your deeper desires
To all those true to me
Their instinct and mind
I grant
The Virtues of the Beast

All my life I strived to gain insight to things that sacred most men 
Through the dungeons of the mind I learned the tricks playing with fire
Evil wears a weird facade invented to protect man´s hate 
For the painful, The unknown, The feared and the forbidden 

I dreamed the devil was I
My quest complete
I dreamed the devil was I
I was awake
My quest complete
Faust

Captive from philosophies that root on hopes like rotten trees
I see the hanged men on their ropes
Which harvester will rip these crops?
If their soul deserved a dime their chance is lost - No bargain now
I want now all that I can get
Riches, Power, Pleasure without end

I dreamed the devil was I
My quest complete
I dreamed the devil was I
I was awake
My quest complete
Faust
I dreamed the devil was I
Faust

So they promised you the stars
The happiness of your distant hopes
But as you tried to catch the moon
Its silver cape slipped through your fingers
Fake was the dawn of their mortality
You are drowning from the flow of your emotions

When all is none

There is a miracle for every soul
An easy way to loose control
The puppeteer and his dolls entertain the frantic crown
Invisible lands your stolen laughs 
When all is none

When all is none

Who would be the most competent guardian for you
Than yourself?
Always in range
Under detention even at your sleep
Your life a white chalk on a small blackboard

When all is none
Die
When all is none

Equinox is at hand
The gates are now aligned
Raise the candles in the air and give the secret sign
The temperature is dropping down
Our breath seems now like smoke
The guardians of the shadow lands blind the heathen eyes

Our mental variation: a phantom made from light
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown
We make the wanted possible
Material like the stone
Red code cult

Welcome to our church disciples of the jackal
Your nature is key
Now raise the veils of the misty tyranny of the fake laws
Open the Choronzone

Our mental variation: a phantom made from light
With red we paint our fantasy until it breathes with might
Deciphering the code that releases the unknown
We make the wanted possible
Material like the stone
Red code cult

Can you pay the fair?
Open your mouth and spit the buried coin
The boat is ready to sail 
Step inside
I am the ferryman
We´ll sail the river of woe 
The Dark River
Dark River
On its brink is the end of hope
The Dark River
Acheron

And a wind blew like the breath of a dying man
And the waters spawned sounds 
From the motion of slimy reptile tongues

My guests are many
And they won´t leave this peaceful place of fading screams
Eyes shut 
Gaze mesmerized at the circular form of zero
They sailed the river of woe
The Dark River
Dark River
They found the end of hope
The Dark River
Dark River
They found the end of hope
The Dark River
Acheron

On tunnels underground 
chthonian delties mock 
the icons that turned blank
The shades of the once beautiful

Can you pay the fair?
Open your mouth and spit the buried coin
The boat is ready to sail 
Step inside
I am the ferryman
Acheron
Dark River
Acheron

Desire manifests with endeavour
A form of spiritual eroticism
Magic is a goblet that seems hollow
A fountain strives to fill It to the brim

Magic loves infinity

A masquerade of visions so profoundly loved
Shroud the murky eyes of the sorcerers
Evoked from the vortex of their mind fields
As waves they spread in circles to reach the endless sea

Magic loves infinity

On the land between the rivers 
where lions fly and serpents rule
I cross the road to the ziggurat 
as darkness hides the moon
I came to seek the advice of Inanna
The goddess of love and war but the path is unclear 
like the words of a Seer from the movement of the dunes

Windy whisperers come
From beyond the clouds
Descend with glory to the plane earth
Gas shaped nauseous forms hide behind the storm
As scorpions blended with the yellow red sand

Before me are the steps that lead to virtual ascension
A mystical technology
The temple of dimensions
The mysteries of Sumer manifest inside the chamber 
that sits upon the top of this artificial mountain

Sumerian Daemon 

My veins are black from the blood of Tiamat
My eyes are wide like the wheels of space and time
My will is strong like a blow from Marduk´s sword
I am no human now because I choose to know

Sumerian Daemon

A malfunction to the machine
She chews its screws of sanity
Losing parts of human seed
As she lusts for electricity

Plastic attitude gray emotions
Wear your cables and join with me
Boring lives in entropy
Incorporeal surgery

Environmental therapy for the genes that threat security
A new breed of mass murderers
Instructed from their parents to do the task

Mechanical our whore Babylon

The old hag looks so young in her dress of silicon
A jungle in her heart made from concrete, glass and metal

Mechanical our whore Babylon

Her kiss of methadone
Is a drug that steals control
She wants her clockwork toy
Disconnected from the physical

Plastic attitude gray emotions
Wear your cables and join with me
Boring lives in entropy
Incorporeal surgery

Mechanical our whore Babylon

The old hag looks so young in her dress of silicon
A jungle in her heart made from concrete, glass and metal

Mechanical our whore Babylon

Silent but not alone
You are waiting for the dawn
To open the gates of the horizon
So that you can get through
The chasm that cuts in two
The worlds of now The worlds of ever

Casting your fiery arrows
A hunter among the stars
Up from your golden chariot
You throw the spear of time

Infernal sun

You act like a rightful tyrant
Casting away the cold
Your crown is the flame infernal
Eating the heat of soul

Infernal sun

Silent but not alone
You are waiting for the dawn
To open the gates of the horizon
So that you can get through
The chasm that cuts in two
The worlds of now The worlds of ever

The watchers learned to fly 
and bridged the realms defined
The wealth was spreading far and wide
A sorcery divine

From the abode of heavens the seed of life was cast
Celestial orbs and fireballs from conflict fashioned lands
Nocturnal treasures glow and frozen crystals dance
The wealth was spreading far and wide
A sorcery divine

Fallen angels
They were called: the feared
The loved
The worshiped
They came to built the new empire
To make a land of promise

Protectors of the realms
These beacons in the sky
They warned about the cataclysm their sons that led mankind

Empire of the Watchers

From the abode of heavens the seed of life was cast
Celestial orbs and fireballs from conflict fashioned lands
Nocturnal treasures glow and frozen crystals dance
The wealth was spreading far and wide
A sorcery divine

The watchers learned to fly 
and bridged the realms defined
The wealth was spreading far and wide
A sorcery divine

The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse
Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm
Wearing sharp shard
Stolen from scattered
Broken mirrors
As a cloak to cover me

My strange images 
nest as birds to the hearts of men
And as birds fly away
Taking their thoughts into oblivion
Disintegrating the elemental bonds
I obtain the rapture of the chameleon

When I become enraged
With the frenzy of the wolf on the hunt
I am the most cherished child of fear

Armed with fangs deadly like daggers
I am an adept on the skills of murder
I am the shape shifter

On the ruins of a ghostly projection 
echoes the lust for life
An ancient purgatory for the sinister

Shape shifter

The cold comes
The rats in the walls break
The deadly sound of silence
As time decays
You try to name the unnamable
A whispererer in darkness

Our hound smells you
The haunter of the dark
Will come to take you to our realm
Your life, your books
March in front your closing eyes
Beyond the walls of sleep

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Obsessed with Necronomicon
The Arab´s wicked dream
You found a path to Azathoth
And walked the Dagon´s realm

Your friends were haunted too
Do you remember Charles?
Or haven´t you heard
The music of Erich Zann
The call of Cthulhu we disguised
With notes and raving rhythms
To spread the seed of lurking fear
Into the heart of man

Lovecraft in the realm of the dead

Your time is out you saw too much
You used the silver key
You know too well that minds like yours
Can never rest in peace

You stared at the abyss
You´ll never rest in peace

You´ll never rest in peace

Come
Approach
My trusty jackal�s nose
Don�t try to lie
Cause I can smell your hide

Leave your body
Leave this body now
Your face can stay
Upon this golden mask you made

The brave in heart
Can claim eternal life
My scales of truth
Will need sufficient proof

Their balance depends
On how your soul weights
To walk with Gods
The jaws of chaos you must pass

Anubis
My soul is so light
And as this feather I can fly

Anubis
Don�t let me wither and die

I am proud for what I am
The guardian of the dead
Appointed by the gods
To be their final judge

Anubis
Don�t let me wither and die

Alien faces
Watching me
Wearing wings
They come to drink

The ancient chalice
Raised so high
In a toast to those who fly

Fallen angels burn the night
Touch me with your hungry eyes

Send your thoughts between the realms
Sharing your eternal dreams

Communion

Some have seen your trembling lights
Dancing in the cloudy night
You appear as strange machines
Changing form, to fit the scene

Demons, angels, poltergeists
Laughing as they play with minds
Altering the face of truth
So that seems as lie to fools

Communion

There are things that can´t be seen
They are the things that lurk within
If you seal the mystic bond
You will never be alone...

"I wear your horns with shameless pride
As a nailed crown
Upon the severed head of a king."

Watching...

Communion
Slay the false king
And claim the throne

You build a tower
A giant mountain
Opened a God´s gate
To reach the heavens
Only power
Rules this stargate
You make a statue
A golden idol
Holding his sword high
It will be placed up
Only power
Rules this stargate
All want the power
Now all divided

You speak your words loud
And cannot hear
What the others try to say
Blind confusion
Tongues now slay
Words are burning

Babel´s gate
Human´s reign
Babel´s gate
Sky is on flames
Babel´s gate
All in vain?
Babel´s gate
Nothing same

Only power
Rules this stargate
All want the power
Now all divided

You speak your words loud
And cannot hear
What the others try to say
Blind confusion
Tongues now slay
Words are burning

We, the gods - we, the gods - live high - to the heavens - right above your heads
We, the gods - we, the gods - hide well - it´s so difficult to find us
Don´t ever claim we are dead - we rest here and we guide you
You need to be controlled - so yes, we will direct you
Betrayers of our faiths - must pay the higher price
Damnation for the weak - salvation for the faithful
You pray and call our names - and think that we will hear you
Maybe, you don´t deserve - an audience with your masters
We, the gods - we, the gods send dreams - to the humans of our choice
We, the gods - we, the gods - give signs
And you must recognize them
We, the gods - we, the gods - save lives
But we demand some sacrifice
We, the gods - we, the gods
Praise love - but also we know war
Hold the spear - face our enemy - abandon yourself - to the storm of the battle
We came in here - to live forever - we smell your flesh - and we smell your fear

Yesterday as I closed my eyes
My weight was left behind, the body paralyzed
It was a miracle, I floated as a ghost
And there I saw my self lying upon my bed

I stared down, I looked up
Then tried to pass the walls and drift to the unknown
It was the strangest call, as if I heard a soul
I felt the need to find a creature bleeding light

Sunlight / Moonlight

I climbed the sky, above the clouds
And there I saw some more
That answered to the call
Bright shining disks of light
With wings made from the night
The day had yet to come
And so a hunt begun

As my sun is now reborn
My mind awakes, the body is on
Remembrance will hold the door
Until the night will send her call

Sunlight / Moonlight

Flutes and pipes / Play a drunken rhyme
Entertaining / The soldiers in the palace

Naked bodies / Female slaves from Asia
Dance with promise / For a night of pleasure

Mouths smell wine / The feast is going wild
Victorious and glorious / The men exalt their king
As in a fevered dream / Thais is entering
And she provokes him / To do a special deed

"You have conquered / The capital of orient
Display your power / And make your enemies weep
Destroy their pride / The jewel of the desert
As they once destroyed / Our temples for their king"

"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"

Persepolis / Now a pile of dust
A blackened carcass / A land of ash

Persepolis / You lost your crown
Persepolis / Burned to the ground

Consumed by hate / Ablaze by pride
Persepolis / Naked as the sand

Persepolis
You lost your crown
Persepolis
Burned to the ground

"Burn this city to the ground
Take a torch and spread the fire"

ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΓΚΑΛΙΑΣΑΝ ΤΟΥ ΞΥΛΙΝΟΥΣ ΤΟΙΧΟΥΣ
ΣΑΝ ΠΕΙΝΑΣΜΕΝΑ ΦΙΔΙΑ
ΚΑΤΑΒΡΟΧΘΙΖΟΘΝΤΑΣ ΣΤΟ ΠΕΡΑΣΜΑ ΤΟΥΣ
ΧΕΙΡΟΓΡΑΦΑ ΚΑΙ ΥΠΟΛΕΙΜΜΑΤΑ ΤΩΝ ΠΑΛΑΙΩΝ ΧΡΟΝΩΝ
Η ΠΕΡΣΕΠΟΛΗ ΚΛΑΙΕΙ ΕΝΩ ΟΙ ΦΛΟΓΕΣ ΑΠΟΜΑΚΡΥΝΟΥΝ ΤΙΣ ΣΑΡΚΕΣ ΤΗΣ

There�s a sacred ancient cup
Filled with royal bluish blood

Sangreal, how real

In a family of light
Darkest secrets hide from eyes

Sangreal, how real

The elder blood
Still runs on the veins
The modern body
A cup from our skin

Dragon share your mystic soul
With your children
Make them strong

Sangreal, how real

In a family of light
Darkest secrets hide from eyes

Sangreal, how real

Immortal show your fangs
Reveal your hungry faces
Blood needs blood
Flesh needs flesh
Life for life, soul for soul

Immortals...

There is no hope
For the followers of lies
There is no hope
For the weak in the mind

Sangreal, how real

Sangreal...

On the walls of Venus´s temple
The tale of Narcissus and Echo
A beautiful young nymph
Sentenced to repeat
The last words of the others
Never to talk first

She fell in love with Narcissus
And followed him longing to speak
He said "Who is here" and she replied "Here"
He called for her saying "Come"
She just replied "Come"

As none came near, Narcissus
Called her again
"Why do you shun me"
She could only say the same

These words hurt deep
His pride his actions leads
"I would rather die
Than you should have me"

Narcissus went forth
To a fountain in the north
He kneeled down to drink
And then he fell in love

He said "Who is here"
His voice kept sounding "Here"
He called again the one
That couldn´t ever come

His face was young and
In the crystal waters glowed
His smile was cold reflecting
Back a thought

"I would rather die
Than you should have me"

Ride to the land of secrets.
Find all the traces left behind...
With sword in hand the Covenant
A cross baptised in blood... the nectar of the Gods.
Might!
Making wrong to seem right.
Destroy all the traces left behind.
With sword in hand the Covenant
A cross baptised in blood.

The Vampire from Nazareth.

"For blood, is Life"

The Vampire from Nazareth.

The Templars march.
Waves of arms.
"We offer the Sun!"
The wolf is wearing the pelt of the lamb.

"We offer the Sun,
with thorns his crown.
We offer a son"

Ravens on the top... as angels fly.

"We offer the Sun,
with thorns his crown.
We offer a son

"We offer the Sun"

Creators...
Evoke your tragedy.
Betrayers!
You can´t deny your lust for destruction.
Predators...
Dance once more waltz with the flesh of your prey.
Your sharpened teeth will sink in a passionate kiss...
There´s no hope for redemption.
In every funeral, I have been
Your cemeteries so secrene, with gothic dark cathedrals.

I am the Destroyer of Life, I hear you chanting for me.

A Great Mass... of Death
A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence
It´s the quiet of absence.

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence
A concerto of sadness.

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass...

Run!

A Great Mass of Death
A Great Mass of Silence

I am the Destroyer of Life,
I hear you chanting for me...

Δ: (Again... Again you try to find me.
You seek the one not willing to be found.)
Pyramid God
Δ: (Unlike the places you have been,
I am not confined by lines.)

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the dreamer of this realm
(GOD) But not the dream inside)
Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the head outside the dream
(GOD) I am the headless mind!)

Δ: (Are you... Are you a breath of mine?
You cross my gates, the gates of Space and Time.)

"Pyramid God, am I the user of the gates?
I live a triangle life"

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the dreamer of this realm
(GOD) But not the dream inside.)

Pyramid God
Δ: (I am the head outside the dream
(GOD) I am the headless mind!)

Δ: (Built me a monument, Nem Age conspirators.
Expand my theories to a world without end.)
The Pyramid God is watching...
Δ: (Built me a monument, Nem Age conspirators.
Expand my theories to a world without end.)

Your Pythagorian sign, five angles put in line
Symmetry, a door through chaos.
You try to use The Laws, emotions stir your words.
Your thoughts are reaching me.

You call me by my name, a non-forgotten name...
Earth, Fire, Air, Water, exalted Idea.
Divine the star of the elements
Pentagrammon

In memory of angels fallen.
Five-Pointed... Five-Pointed...

The path to all directions, the star of elements.
A map you seek to unfold.
Five angles are your senses.
A solid universe, I am eager to explore.

In memory of angels fallen.
Five-Pointed... Five-Pointed...

Your star ideogram, so ancient as Our kind,
Those that the heavens roam.
In distant times a calling.
In island Earth a falling, from heaven to your world.

The star ideogram, so ancient as Our kind
Earth, Fire, Air, Water, exalted Idea.
Divine the star of the elements
Pentagrammon

In memory of angels fallen
Five-Pointed... Five-Pointed...
Five-Pointed Star

Dogs on the run,
foam on their mouths
The scavengers approaching as they run from the netherworld
Savages, erosive, massive are the jaws of oblivion

In your dreams you hear a name
Was it yours? Is it reclaimed?

Autumn comes to claim the old
You forget the past painted by you

And you sink,
You can’t breathe
I an ocean of grey
memories fade

And you lose
All you’ve gained
All your triumphs in vain
black thoughts remain

Bury your name,
Forget your face.
Time, out of place.
Oceans of grey

All of your joy,
All of your pain
Emotions drained.
Oceans of Grey.

Dogs on the run,
foam on their mouths
The scavengers approaching as they run from the netherworld
Savages, erosive, massive are the jaws of oblivion

Solid earth is now dissolved.
Water fills your empty world.

And you sink,
You can’t breathe
I an ocean of grey
memories fade

And you lose
All you’ve gained
All your triumphs in vain
black thoughts remain

Bury your name,
Forget your face.
Oceans of grey

Dreaming...

In 1981 when I was but a child,
I had the strangest dream...
Something that still is haunting me.
Dreaming...
A ray escaped my window blinds, a carrier of the morning light.
I opened my eyes.
My clock was keeping time.
It was another normal day
I thought I was awake.
Dreaming...

The Undead Keep Dreaming

My face! When I looked at the mirror,
I felt something was wrong.
A strange thought in my head "Am I really awake?"

The Undead Keep Dreaming

I found myself again in bed confused by what occurred
And everything as usual just seemed to be in place.
But when I questioned what I felt, in front the mirror black,
The comfort of the morning light was stolen from my heart.

In agony I tried to leave this dream and just awake,
But on and on I found myself returning in my bed.
I lost the count of times I tried and failed to reach the day
And even now I am not sure if I am here awake.

The Undead Keep Dreaming...

Long ago I swore an oath to levitate my soul
Above the things that seal me,
Those trying to deceive me.
I AM RISING!
I fought on psychic wars, the raids of mind control.
I closed my ears to sirens,
Their song I killed with silence.
I AM RISING!

On fields of mist, with thoughts from gold
I am rising as a Sun.

I AM RISING!

Destiny, Victory., are giving me their wings.
Not gone... I am still alive,
Through Will and strong desire. I am rising!

I fought on many wars and bled and cried and lost.
But I kept fighting on, until I reached my goal.

I AM RISING!

Destiny, Victory, have healed my broken wings.
Not gone... I am still alive,
Through Will and strong desire.

I AM RISING!

[PSALM 8:]
A GOD THAT WANTS TO DIE

"Why is obtaining knowledge a reason for punishment?
Stupidity is definitely not an option for the truly powerful leader.
Who is leading who and to what end?
Why has revelation of truth (apocalypse) been connected
with the sense of great awe and great disaster?
Mankind desperately needs someone else to clean up
its mess and a scapegoat to blame for its own faults.
Is human a parasitic organism on the body of earth?
Is this the horrid truth that will be realised at the point of no return?
When a parasite sucks the lige of its host completely, it also dies.
Is man a suicidal god?
Will the paradise of Earth burn in flames?"

Bring us the end. + Harvest the crops of Men. + Horrid winds are blowing today. Hear them! + Its is the wrath of Cain. + Bringer of plagues and disease + Doom leads your hand + Writing the Apocalypse

A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
your self´s greatest deceiver.

Sulphur rain. + You´ll know the secrets of Hell. + Your leaders... revealed. + Shadows cover the naked kings. + Bringer of plagues and disease. + Doom leads your hand + Writing the Apocalypse

A Gods that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
your self´s greatest deceiver.

GOD WANTS TO DIE!

You can turn Paradise into a wasteland. + It is your greatest design.
As tyrant, you demand nature´s powers to obey.
From suicidal wrath no one will escape...

"Where am I? How I got in here?
I feel so tired, as if I walk for many miles."
"What I see is a door leading out of this room.
I am prepared to confront whatever waits behind..."

MAD ARCHITECT

"I left the room. I am walking through a corridor.
It is so long that I cannot see its end."
Opening doors, moving in circle
Finding doors, moving in circle

A MADMAN (THE ARCHITECT) THIS LABYRINTH HAS BUILT.

Opening doors, moving in circle
Finding doors...
"All the choices I once made, the paths that I designed,
Have formed this endless labyrinth, a product of my mind."

A MADMAN (THE ARCHITECT), THIS LABYRINTH HAS BUILT.
A MADMAN... THE ARCHITECT
He is trapped inside the maze.

Opening doors, moving in circle
Finding doors, moving in circle
A madman... the Architect

"IF I CAN SMELL YOUR SCENT, IF I CAN HEAR YOU BREATHE,
IF I CAN USE YOUR SKIN, YOU ARE THERE FOR ME.
IF YOU CAN THINK OF ME, IF YOU CAN DREAM OF ME, IF YOU CAN SENSE ME, I AM STILL THERE... IN YOU!"

Mirror world. Mystery. Beyond the wall of skin.
Ecstasy, bond of souls, so clear as time withdraws.
Astral life runs through me... our sacred unity.
Alien thoughts, web of souls, the eldest tree, immortal.
A chord that binds the whole, darkness surrounds us all.
Your shadow follows me, your thoughts reflecting in me.
From dusk until the dawn a shape of things to come.
A lunar fantasy? A different kind of me?

DUALITY!
Mirror world. Mystery. Beyond the wall of skin.
Ecstasy, bond of souls, so clear as time withdraws.
"If I can use your skin, you are there for me" - Therianthropy
"If I can smell your scent..." - Therianthropy
A chord that binds the whole, darkness surrounds us all.
Wolf´s shadow follows me, strange thoughts reflecting in me.
From dusk until the dawn I shape of things to come.
Is it my fantasy? A therion in me?
"If I can use your skin, you are there for me.
If you can think of me, if you can dream of me,
If I can smell your scent..."

THERIANTHROPY
"If you can think of me, if you can dream of me,
If you can sense me I am still there... in you!"
"Can you feel me? Can you hear me?"
Duality!
"Can you feel me? Don´t you fear me?
If you can think of me, If you can dream of me...
Can you feel me? Can you hear me?"
Therianthropy
"Can you feel me? Don´t you fear me?
If you can think of me, If you can dream of me..."

In the arms of night
Laid corpses with forces drained
They strived to live
Celestial bodies scattered
A final breath of sulfur

Planets that rule the abyss
The architects behind this carnage
They are black holes in the sky
Predators lurking as spiders

Whirlpools that cannot be seen
Are sucking the dark oceans dry
Victors in these killing fields
Crushing the essence of others

War in Heaven...

Planets that rule the abyss
The architects behind this carnage
They are black holes in the sky
Predators lurking as spiders

Whirlpools that cannot be seen
Are sucking the dark oceans dry
Victors in these killing fields
Crushing the essence of others

Fighters
Battalions turned to ashes
Dark Suns
Event horizon masters
Fighters
They clash with ruthless violence
Dark Suns
The mighty atom smashers

From the silence of a headless horror, learn!

When an answer comes in mind, more questions follow,
Knowledge burns like an everlasting flame.
The Promethean regime,
My authority supreme

From the silence of a deadly horror...
Burn...
My disciples wear a burning halo
Burn...

An epiphany experienced in ultra violet
As the seeker finds the truth he wants to find
Purifier of thoughts, in the clarity of forms

Learn

From the silence of a headless horror, learn
Burn
Feel the hunger of the dark explorer
Burn

From the silence of a deadly horror...
Burn...
My disciples wear a burning halo
Burn...

From the silence of a headless horror, learn!

In times of endless wars
The blood awakes the beast
The Voivode of Walachia
Will feast in Tirgoviste

The dragon had a son
A mad impaling prince
Known by the name of Vlad
Ruler with an iron fist

Defender or Tyrant?
Where chaos rules supreme.
Head of the order of Dracul

Defender or Tyrant?
Where chaos rules supreme.
Head of the order of Dracul

The forest of the impaled
Lined enemies as trees
Their corpses in decay
They dared to disobey

The dragon had a son
A mad impaling prince
Known by the name of Vlad
Ruler with an iron fist

Defender or Tyrant?
Where chaos rules supreme.
Head of the order of Dracul

The dragon had a son
A mad impaling prince
Head of the order of Dracul

Working, breeding
A hidden code inside
Tireless, effective
Integral part of the hive

We must control the masses
We have to rule their fears
We are the Will Divine
The Will Divine

Brainwaves, feelings
On programs we design
Clockwork empire
You are the prototype
Lunatic demigod
A faulty code inside
Lunatic demigod
The Prototype

From an artificial cell...
From an artificial human cell

Once you were sentient beings
Once you dared to live with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Brainwaves, feelings
On programs we design
Clockwork empire
You are the prototype
Lunatic demigod
A faulty code inside
Lunatic demigod
The Prototype

From an artificial cell...
From an artificial human cell

Once you were sentient beings
Once you dared to live with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Once you were sentient beings with laughs and tears
Now you are only human machines
Our humanoid toys that mimic living

Idols, archetypes, icons and scarecrows

We embrace pain
The value of suffering
The hooks sting, removing skin

The punishment of self
A task we learn to do so well
Pleasure leads to hell!

We are the Flagellants
Your faithful servants
Persecutors and martyrs
Victims of faith

"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
"Salve Kyrie"
Sinners or Saints?
It´s Dogma...

"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
It´s Dogma
"Salve Kyrie"
Your faithful servants are insane
It´s Dogma
"Salve"
Sinners or Saints?
Dogma...

Stand against our enemy
Fire
The blessing touch of your despair
Despair and loneliness
You�ll rise up, before you fall again
Atrocious
The bird of prey is haunting us

"Deus"
Conquer your fears
"Deus ex machina"
"Deus"
Surpass your weaknesses
"Deus ex machina"
"Deus"
Withstand the fall and stand up again
"Deus ex machina"
Provoking, disturbing, resisting
Surviving the ordeal
As a father-head of all of us
Your flame will forge our hearts, even in oblivion!
"Deus"
"Deus ex machina"
Resurrection brings our hopes to life
And the lies and fears dissolve
We are strong

Guide us / "Deus"
Your fire in our hearts / "Deus ex machina"
Guide us / "Deus"
You are bringing fear to gods / "Deus ex machina"
Guide us / "Deus"
Your fire in our hearts / "Deus ex machina"
Guide us / "Deus"
The children of Prometheus / "Deus ex machina"
"Guide us"
"Deus ex machina"

Prometheus...
As a giant, standing tall
In a shadow close the blackness
Prometheus
As your breed, we are bound to fall
But our light will scare the darkness

Titan...

Misty moon of Saturn
A veil conceals your face
Methane rain keeps falling, clouds roaring

Your vivid landscapes
With deltas, lakes and seas
Massive mountain stones, glassy frozen thrones

Titan...

"Rex est mortuus, vivat rex!"
Your name strikes fear
"Hic domus dei est"
A giant sphere!

With terraforming
Your soil will have our seed
Massive mountain stones
Stolen icy thrones

Titan...

Titan / Human

Titan...

Humans will raise
The Titan race
"Rex est mortuus, vivat rex!"
"Hic domus dei est"

Voiceless up to this day
The shock was really strong
No words my mouth could say
Restraint, but protected behind the asylum´s gates
From the screams and the tears of the dead

Erased mistakes
Like victims disposed
No names
No traces
Cases closed

The shock was really strong
No words my mouth could say
Disturbing thoughts
Confessions that make me shiver

But I cannot stop the voices in my head
Anger still lurks within

Confessions of a serial killer
The flashbacks make me shiver
Confessions of a serial killer
Make the voices stop

Confessions of a serial killer
The flashbacks make me shiver
Confessions of a serial killer
Make the voices stop
Make the voices stop

Cold, pale, grey...

Standing still against the change of seasons
Without a coffin, the corpse of yesterday
Ground Zero...

Catacomb of perished memories
Empty slot in this necropolis
Ground Zero...

Not a soul, not even troglodytes
There´s not a soul...

Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white...

No traces of blood

Washed away with the rain
All the stains that were made from blood
And the canvas is white
From an artist lobotomized

Cold, as a winter´s day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind

Cold, Pale, Grey

Cold, as a winter´s day
Pale, as a ghost in chains
Grey, as the ashes that drift with a nuclear wind

Blood is pumping, heart is beating again
No frame of reference for this altered state
Time kept running in my temporary absence

Blindly watching in the gardens of the awakened
Perseverance of a soul misplaced
Sole survivor on a desolate place

No welcoming faces
I am the first
No others to greet me
I am the first

Endless paths to take, leading far away

I am the first...

Endless paths to take, leading far away

I am the first Immortal
I am the first
I am the first Immortal

Part man, part machine
Wearing my synthetic skin

I am the first
I am the last!

"Per mi si va ne la citta dolente,
Per me si va ne l´etterno dolore,
Per me si va tra la perduta gente."
Threatening and cold
A poem for the underworld
Where shadows walk
Beyond redemption

Dante´s Inferno
Dante´s Inferno

Minos wraps his serpent
Tail around himself
To mark a sinner´s level
His prison cell.
The famous poet Dante
Is passing through the gates
The only living being
In this accursed place.

Threatening and cold
A poem for the underworld
Where shadows walk
Beyond redemption

Dante´s Inferno
Dante´s Inferno

The greedy pay the price,
Their wealth is cursed
The wrathful fight each other,
Covered with slimy mud
The flames are burning heretics,
And for the violent ones,
Red blood is boiling.
As thieves will turn to vipers
And vipers will turn to thieves

Ninth, the lower plain.
Who could ever guess?
It is a frozen lake!
An angel in his past, a fallen one,
Right on the spot he crashed,
For aeons is lying down...

[Book review by "Old Nick":]
"At last, the final volume in the mega popular "Testament" trilogy.
The concluding book "Codex Omega" is far better than the last book "New Testament".
Although it reads somewhat like a cross between the first and second book in the plot and overall feel, it is a very enjoyable read and a better conclusion that wraps everything up, with a surprising twist at the end…"

A human has written all books.
A human mind has thought of the "proof".
To rule the earth, he had to ascend.
To rule his peers, their will he had to bend

Bibles are portraying a world in black and white.
We invented the devil, so the devil is man!

If Satan was the father and Antichrist the son,
Lilith was the mother and Lucifer the spirit of light.

Reversed is the 3rd Testament
The 3rd Testament
The 3rd Testament

A phantom god guarding your salvation.
He lives in books, your imagination
An abstract thought, lord of all creation
An absent king, the final revelation

If Satan was the father and Antichrist the son,
Lilith was the mother and Lucifer the spirit of light.

Codex Omega…

"What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait?"
[―Charles Baudelaire]

In a world controlled by fire..
In a world controlled by fire,
Psychotic preachers thrive.

They use the waves to bind us,
They use the screens to blind us.
I joined headless forces
They told us what to do.
We worked, we fought, we bled.

A cogwheel in the system,
A ghost in the machine.
In my private thoughts,
Only pain felt real.

Cry!
I am crying, in the portrait
Of a headless man.
Laugh!
I am laughing, in the portrait
Of a headless man

I am a man with strong regrets.
I followed great deceivers
Believe in headless leaders.
They played their game, true sons of Cain
But I was a hopeless dreamer,
With my head deep in the clouds.

More joined the fiery leaders,
And blood was shed in rivers.
Those without a mind had to pick our side,
With the use of fearsome methods.
One more empty frame ready for display,
On a gallery of headless portraits.

Cry!
I am crying, in the portrait
Of a headless man.
Laugh!
I am laughing, in the portrait
Of a headless man

"In memoriam of Hypatia, a great mathematician, philosopher and astronomer, murdered at 415 A.D. by order of Cyril the Bishop of Alexandria.
Cyril later was declared a saint by the church…"

Your books, your friends, your life is in mortal danger.
The things are tense and knowledge is offense.
In this nation vast deception reigns.
Church and politics threaten your survival.

A strife has grown between faith and wisdom.
You chose to stand for the exalted ego.
Your creation, a creation maimed.
Blame the vultures and their vile way.

The mob: "Run Devil�s seed! You will face the wrath of God.
Run Devil�s seed! You will face the wrath of God
Run Devil�s seed!"

You will face the wrath of God.
The highest price you�ll pay.
You will face the wrath of God.
The highest price you�ll pay.

Martyr
Unyielding force of thought and spirit.
Martyr
Unyielding force of thought and spirit

Your essence remained.
Your work, your life, your books.

Unyielding force of thought and spirit, shine!

"Every Superstate has one iron rule: logic is an enemy and the truth is a menace."
[—Rod Serling]

The silent borderland
Where words become undone
Brainwave, treachery
A different truth to see
To keep a secret
Misinformation is the key
Twenty first century
New ways of slavery
So many prying eyes
Communication spies
Ghosts are fighting for the cause
With poisoned words
Half truths, false proofs
The trap is set to snare the wolf
The enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Sense destroyer
Mental surgery
Social lobotomy
Confusion, delusion
We all connect and share
The perfect way for lies to spread
Fight the enemy of truth
Fight the enemy of truth

"Life begins and ends with a breath.
The art of sound is an art in darkness, unseen, yet real as the wind."

Blessed be the night, the architect of all creation.
Her wings are wide and strong and black.
She is bleeding light. Stars form a congregation
She is the force, our soul and fire.

Blind lead the blind.
Another day
The sun is lost.
Nocturnal cities
Secrets lie buried in the sand.

To craft the dark art we used our soul.
Emotions bleed, but we stay strong.

Disciples of the Dark Art.

To craft the dark art, we used our soul.
Emotions bleed, but we stay strong
Darkness binds the world!

Save me!
Another day
The sun is lost
Save me, strong wind.
Strong and bitter and cold and old

"Ph´nglui mglw´naph Cthlulhu R´lyeh wgah´nagl fhtagn"

Gothic walls below the sea.
Corals rising high.
A building is standing tall,
Fearful, yet majestic.

Surface dwellers never come,
Yet it haunts their dreams.
Tales about Atlantis come to mind.

When the waters kiss
The mouth of madness
And the sea is chanting,
Horrid fish come as guardians
For our church
Our church, below…

Hail! Cthulhu lives.
He escaped the abyss.
Hail! Cthulhu dreams
Of his house in the deep
Hail! Cthulhu lives.
He escaped the abyss.

Placed upon the ocean´s floor,
On the abyssal zone.
Sunlight cannot get down here
And freezing currents flow.
Rusting chandeliers
Are hanging from above.
Chthonian priests
Are praying to elder gods.

When the waters kiss
The mouth of madness
And the sea is chanting,
Horrid fish come as guardians
For our church
Our church, below the sea.

Hail! Cthulhu lives.
He escaped the abyss.
Hail! Cthulhu dreams
Of his house in the deep.

When the waters kiss
The mouth of madness
And the sea is chanting,
Horrid fish come as guardians
For our church
Our church, below the sea.

"The face of Tiamat, like the ocean´s surface, is but a reflection of an ever-changing sky."

Always so distant.
Hiding from the sun.
He is looking around her,
To find where she is not.

The archway of Heaven,
The saints of the Earth,
Old parts from her broken ribs.
Now she is enthroned
On the spaceless void.
She is breathing fire as a dragon
And we all feel the heat.
Her touch is soft as the wind.

Faceless Queen
A mask your only skin
Faceless queen
Faceless queen,
Can you remove,
Your mask of skin?

She is enigma,
A canvas without frame.
Worshiped as Goddess
By the toys she made from clay.
Behold the Faceless Queen!
Behold the Faceless Queen!

Her realm extends to the endless sea
And she rules from the spaceless void.
She is breathing fire as a dragon
And we all feel the heat.
Her touch is soft as the wind.

Faceless Queen
A mask your only skin
Faceless queen
Faceless queen,
Can you remove,
Your mask of skin?

The serpent with the golden crown,
Faceless staring at the sun.
The serpent sits upon its throne,
Faceless staring at the sun.

Always so distant.
Hiding from the sun.
He is looking around her,
To find where she is not.

Behold the Faceless Queen!
Behold the Faceless Queen!

"What you keep feeding with strong emotions and thoughts, is growing inside your mind, until finally it starts feeding by itself…"

Your future life can be at stake.
From good to worse.
Make no mistake!
One moment here, the next one gone.
The seed of terror soon will grow.

We learn to live with fear each day.
It has to be another way.
As moments fly, the things we want will be obtained,
Or maybe not.

ACTH, epinephrine,
Are flowing through the bloodstream.
The fear of failure
The fear of death
The fear of loss
The Gospels of Fear
Embrace fear

A grim companion is always there.
His vicious thoughts are hard to bear.
In every mind, in every soul he gains control.

He offers help but in exchange you have to step inside the cage.
Dare not to question the things you´ll see,
All kind of horrors you will perceive.

Toxic thoughts come to thee,
Vicious mouths eating thee.

The Gospels of Fear

Embrace your fear.

Brahma/Vishnu/Shiva – Creator/Preserver/Destroyer.
Father/Son/Holy Ghost – Mind/Body/Spirit.
Past-Present-Future.

I am the abyss,
I am the way,
The secret door to a hidden cave.
A different place to the garden of fools.
You can enter here, if your steps will lead you to…

Thoughts are sailing fast, like ships into a storm.
Dreams are fading; they are heading to a point of no return.

You can call me Trinity, as three divide the whole.
One third of me, is what you see.
A mirror is my astral door.

Trinity
Remember what you always have been.
Trinity
The one that is three.
Trinity
The one possessed by three.