I woke up from a driven coma.
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear,
Ghosts with bruised bodies.
Faces obscure and sting.
Who don't know anything about themselves.
The night annihilated what they built during the day.
Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy,
With the favour of darkness the heroin of denial comes.
Flowers in fire.
Torturing visions.
Withdrawal of anguishes.
Blood-soaked wadding
Flowers in fire.
Torturing visions.
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear.
I was guided by your scent, toward enchanting climes
A speedy fire ran my veins and knocked at my heart.
My brain is bleeding, pierced by surgical tool Raped and slaughtered to make me feel good.
Flowers in fire.
Torturing visions.
Withdrawal of anguishes.
Blood-soaked wadding.
Flowers in fire.
Torturing visions.
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear.
I refused to modify my genealogical inheritance
‘Cause I was afraid the mirror would have ceased to shine
stiff and pitifully unsatisfied by existence awfully crucified to life.
I woke up from a driven coma, it was necessary.
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear,
Ghosts with bruised bodies.
My will is invulnerable like air with the sound of my voice
the universe shrinks in a wrinkle of pain.
Listen to me. I will nourish your flesh with blood dew
Explore the labyrinth of memory and free yourself
from the hypertrophy of remembrance.
I want to awake from paralysis the icons buried
in the absence and disharmony so that they can
enjoy again an instant of contemplation
and penetrate the realms of senses.
This is the final call, the time of rebirth and catharsis
the quietness after the storm
Univocal language of phrases ancient like music
Relish the essence of this immaterial fluid
Principle of aggregation and disgregation,
everywhere and nowhere
Forsake the anguish and waver in the absolute freedom
Let stasis convert into motion
and let your essence strip of all lies.
Throw your dice and enjoy the chance
Primordial spells have been written on water's surface
The abyss silver heart conceals the eternal prayer
Fire and wind contain the timeless secrets of the knowledge
Ancestral spirits of the elemental space materialize their ethereal shape
Dryads, Naiads, Devas, Oreads.
I trust the practice and theory of what is agreed to call magic
I believe in the spirits' evocation, in the power to create magic illusions,
in the visions of truth in the depth of mind.
I believe mind's boundaries shift continually
and different minds can flow together, one into the other,
and create or reveal a unique energy and individual memories are part
of a great collective memory, the memory of Nature itself.
Perpetual movement eternal rotation, oscillation of the night sky
Oh silence devour the eternity of Time.
Call on me, oh call up, baby.
Call on me, oh call.
Call on me oh call up, darling.
I know who you are.
Come up off your calling chart.
I know where you're coming from.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I'll arrive.
You can call me any day or night.
Call me!
Cover me with kisses, baby.
Cover me with love.
Roll me in designer sheets.
I'll never get enough.
Emotions come, I don't know why.
Cover of love's alibi.
Call me (call me) on the line.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me), I'll arrive.
When you're ready we can share the wine.
Call me.
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love.
Ooh, amore, chiamami (chiamami).
Ooh, appelle-moi, mon cheri (appelle-moi).
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, anyway!
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day!
Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.
Call me (call me) for a ride.
Call me, call me for some overtime.
Call me (call me) my love.
Call me, call me in a sweet design.
Call me, call me for your lover's lover's alibi.
Call me (call me) I don't mind.
Call me, call me any anytime..
Call me.
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence
The eternal silence leads to oblivion.
I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside
I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,
rigor, baroque, minimalism
I'm like this music that twists around itself,
that gets torn and recomposes.
I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living
Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain
Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream
Longing for entering the mystery of visible
For tasting the sweet horror vacui.
I listen to the silence
I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations
Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.
I perceive something tragic here
Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats
while dry tears take the old triumphs to a silent death
The old men's corpses consumes in an obscure dust
while the new secret shines in a golden aura
Past glories could rejoice only a brief instant
Soon the new gloom's birth will wrap the present and the future
in a pall of algid fires and glacial quivers
No blood is willing to be shed in memory of your sighs
No wind will agitate the trees' fronds at sunset
The foul insect will suck the virgin infant's pulp
The fifth simulacrum's sect will perish under
the vibrating echo of the white queen
Every sword is unarmed in the presence of the goddess's dagger
Every shield is smashed by the young witch
The third magic star protects my mental acts
At the foot of the high mountain
There's a land where you can speak with your mind.
Along the streets a multitude of temples, consecrated to
grotesque idols, burn incenses to celebrate the time of forgiveness.
Creatures living in this place
can teach you how to read dreams.
Rivers flowing through this ground
carry the purity of silver.
Androgynous beings card an innumerable variety of precious silks, used
to dry tears of joy.
I can perceive the majestic presence
of the bull-man, who reigned here for centuries,
before the apes came, before the apes came.
He was adored by legions of half-fish beings,
later absorbed by the sea bed and sunk into the sweet wool.
Now he's sleeping forever in the red house,
near the magnificent stream.
The gong rings to remind
the interrupted rhythm of his noble breathing.
The gong rings to remind
I love people who make things
I love conversations.
I saw people inside a wrapping
Like a protective veil for their soul.
Atypical suggestions by a dead artist
I recorded my image on a film still
To seal my existing condition.
I praised appearance and style
while I was visiting exhibitions to fight boredom and depression,
to satisfy my thirst of visual celebrations and of intellectual
stimulations.
Atypical suggestions by a dead artist
I experienced the hallucination of panic
Through sweat, breathing and suffocation.
And I found again my direction
When I spoke to a man who told me what I wanted to hear.
I need to be loved once in a day.
I need two days to re-enter from my mental disease.
I need to be loved once in a day.
This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle
It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired
Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,
obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust
It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us.
Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown
Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal,
it's the evidence of everything's end and corruption
Suffering is pain, don't mistake it for ache
Ache is consciousness, everlasting expiation.
You can't defend yourself from the void nothing
Lunacy is a false cure to mask emptiness
Existence is tragic 'cause we begin to see
the dawn only when darkness falls
We have been called to live in the name of archaic myths
To refuse them is like to fly with no fear to sink
Into the eternal and primordial sleep
To sink into the earth's secret heart
We have been given a mask to lay upon our face
to throw off it is like to feast with no fear to drink
at the sacred source, to eat forbidden fruits,
to learn the mysteries
Of fire, of water, of human souls, of our destiny
The throb is dying out in a vibrating echo
Cosmic memories protect us from the chaos
There is a fracture in contemporary thought
between tension and fragility
between voracity and fear of an imminent explosion.
Syndrome of over-nourishment
Perception of a latent loss
Bipolarity
Innovation in permanent contrast with the past.
Modern artists, like perverted creatures drowned in plastic,
explore encoded forms of expression
This is not the silence, but its void
Without memory, fixed in formalin.
Sea without shores and horizons
Wind dissolving dried up remains
Obscurity of visceral holes
Sinking into remote abysses
Fragments of a stigmatized soul
Defying the other side of destiny.
Iron force digging the heart pulp
Pure diamond shining in secret on the tame limit of
imploring blood
Game of deceit and illusions
Hand that raises the curtain
Every atom of air nourishing me.
Melting the unknown
Unleashing the black cloud of enigmas.
Don't close your eyes in the face of havoc
Cure the ill sprouts!
Blind universe, hollow in which we write what we have
done
We are programmed to believe in something we cannot see
Armed with instinct of escape and defence
The dead cannot lie
Azure bruise, embrace without possess of beauty.
Immense cruet of quartz, where gold and basalt merge in
primordial vibrations.
Savage dawn, blurry stars massacre
Arcane sky, spheres in shiver.
It is the power of magic radiating from us, exiling us.
Foster the comment of birds and nature
Energy and music of stones
The theorem of the devil rustles immortal luxury.
I am bloodless and now only dust can bloom in my veins
dry like brambles.
I thought about a sacrifice
And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
In the shadows, in blood, with blood
I thought about a sacrifice...
Actually I don't mind.
You can however drink of me,
as I was a marble fountain in the heart of Rome,
I thought about a sacrifice
And if anyone has ever understood what I wrote
In the shadows, in blood, with blood
I thought about a sacrifice...
Actually I don't mind.
You can however eat of me,
as I was a wedding banquet you were not invited to.
Mourn on my portrait,
Cry on my stone,
It's not me to pay the coffin,
neither cash, nor rates.
Mourn on my portrait,
Cry on my stone,
It's not me to pay the coffin,
neither cash, nor rates.
If god existed and I believed in him
he would be seated in this room with me.
Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulchra regionum.
My thoughts are too inmost for your lips.
My words are too low for your ears.
If god existed and I believed in him
he would be seated in this room with me.
The reign of fire hasn't come to its end yet
My pulsing blood is not dried in the veins yet.
(Accogliete la sua anima e presentatela davanti al
A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
I crossed it pensive, with the heart full of hope.
Today I spoke again with the man, who taught me to dare
His face is grievously embalmed in baked clay.
But his spirit continues to pulse inside me.
He said: "sometimes you need to risk, to do something
else,
ought to forgo guarantees, 'cause they are also
compulsions".
His words are my oracle, also after a long time.
I told my story to him
And his eyes turned into a loving smile.
There is silence now
The beasts have arrived
and their fangs have caught them all,
but me.
The oracle of the fog prophesied a favourable destiny
The spirit of the right conscience will pulse
inside me forever and ever and ever.
A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
A veiled fog alights on the dark skin of the night
In you I saw the fear that destroys
You were infected by it.
Fear is an illness, that crawls into souls and
contaminates peace.
You didn't grow up to live in fear
Erase it from your heart, don't bring it with you.
Join us on the sacred hill of our fathers
And ask their spirits to guide us.
Sweet pitying mother protect them from suffering.
Oh brothers who are sleeping,
You have touched the cold morning of this day
But now you cannot feel the ice of the night.
We fight 'cause the gallows goddess has no mercy upon
the weak
Her soul is waiting for yours in the shade of the
cypress
Before this day comes to its end I will leave this
world
And again I will embrace hell's torments with pleasure.
You are afraid of me, it is right you feel it
For you all, ignoble beings, the sacred time is coming.
Beware of the sun obscurity
Beware of the man who leads the jaguar
Look at him reviving from the mud and dust.
He will erase the sky and scrape the earth
He will sweep you away and put an end to your world
He is with us now.
Soon the day will look like the night.
Sickness and delirium
Testimony of madness
Electric orgasm of frequencies
Aphrodisiac mosaic of sounds.
Experiencing a complete absence of nostalgia
Producing anti-prosaic impact on symphonies.
Arabesques of notes played by disembodied chess master
Acoustic stimulations for harmonic erections.
Extracting the basic formula of evil virus
Screaming, loud noise!
Hysterical physical changes, ghosts waiting for a body.
Abdicated flashes burning in a cold yellow halo
The evil is there waiting.
Grey as ashes
Galvanized by obscenities.
Hypnotic psychosis
Visceral stimulations
Virtual addiction of cerebral events
Relief from tension.
Testimonies of horror
Nubbly degenerations
Venereal disease.
Catatonic sensations
Suppurating scars,
translucent disharmony.
Administrator of artificial respiration
Ruling days of black terror
Much madness is divinest sense,
demur and be dangerous.
I had been hungry of news, creativity and freedom,
Now I can eat of them and I'm not sated yet.
And now I roam the sovereign woods
And every time I speak the mountains straight reply.
I have the power to kill without the power to die,
but I have no enemies and I don't need revenge.
I don't know death nor defeat
Even if I marched in the sewer of hell.
Much madness is divinest sense,
demur and be dangerous.
I had been thirsty of knowledge, action and bravery
Now I can rule my flesh and I won't save a place for your
death.
Now I can keep agony away.
And I refuse men escaping from the mind of man.
Witchcraft was hung, but I find the magic I need inside
me every day.
I don't believe in sins nor in temptation
Even if I crept into the womb of the beast.
Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us
You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects
You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return
to molest our certainty.
I reject repetitions, I cannot keep abreast
of my thoughts, too fast...
I don't check my weigh, I hate all pre-arranged feasts
I'm used to writing when I'm alone, I hate chewing people
I sink you in my vortex, I cyclically return to molest
your certainty.
Snow falls attracted by earth
An inner passion moves it,
Like the passion between the seeds and the ground.
Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse
Red vision, blood up to brain.
I live in a marsh of crimes and nerves
Hybrid of happy sprawls
Lighted by invention.
My breast of tenebra feeds the silence.
Black vision, lack of pressure and collapse
Red vision, blood up to brain.
I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
Timid essence of an ancestral ego
I had the visions of an enchanted world
Mucked up by the vile actions of men.
I abandoned the oasis of fragility in the desert of my
confusion.
I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
Timid essence of an ancestral ego
I had the visions of an enchanted world
Mucked up by the vile actions of men...
...But delighted by the whisperings of sin
If spirits shook hearts and minds
Then souls would rise to splendid capricious and
prismatic beings
No longer in the shade of pain trees.
In the not-light of few angels and fairies in ecstasy
That bewitch suffering and turn it into blinding,
gratifying night.
I listened to the sound of the rebirth and chaos
Timid essence of an ancestral ego
I had the visions of an enchanted world
Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
in his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself
Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
The man is dreaming.
I dream to float on my life's surface
I am the stranger who looks inside.
I am not the material body,
constructed by the seven elements.
I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the
olfaction, the touch, the sight.
And I am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the
matter, the seeing.
And I am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking,
the movement, the feeling.
I am not the five vital breaths
nether I am the thinking mind
And I am not the memory,
concerning the residual impressions of objects.
I am a dreamer, who hates illusions
and this produces the vicious rage I'm not able to
refuse.
I lost myself in darkness.
In the obscurity I find myself again
I annihilated myself and now I get
conscience of my power
I burn out and I reborn
I desire and my unconscious satisfies me.
I dream to float on my life's surface
I am the stranger who looks inside...
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed spaces
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
I was walking in the pale wintry sun
Through the substrates of the wind
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I discerned a crow, fierce, scanning the horizon...
... vitreous eyes... and silver tears...
notes of a new pentagram,
white pages ready to shelter obscure mysteries.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed spaces
Incrustations of mud and dew
Resins dripped in the stone.
I discerned a man, alone,
Frightened eyes, red of pain.
These are the days of the after and behind,
The days of the present, that rolls by slow and full.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed spaces
Mosaics of clouds like raging herds.
I was walking in the dust
Through the half-closed spaces
Move your body to the rhythm of passion
Let senses overwhelm ratio
Don't ask anything to yourself
Don't waste this moment
The echo of weeping is armored in wind
That accomplice carries it far away
So that it could never be refracted
on your heart's walls again.
This is a gift nobody can ever steal you
A flame neither the ocean can extinguish
'till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret
No external force could disfigure
the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy
Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope
Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion
Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious desire
Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet
Thirst for life is delightful
Thirst for fame reawakens
Don't tell me to stop thinking,
Don't force me to stop acting,
Don't make me stop speaking...
You can't change me
I would never explain it again.
You don't know me
You can't understand my words
You perceive a parallel idea of me
Like a coral generated by gemmation.
You don't see my heart is transparent.
You don't perceive I'm totally open
You don't feel my willingness
You don't trust my clearness
You misunderstand my essence.
Anagrammatize my psychotic dreams
Imploring visage
An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist
Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity
I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop
feeding yourself with others' memory
Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies
Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness
I will never know your truth, nor you mine. We will always be uncertain
about life. Bold human beings with severe look,
who climb the mountains of loneliness
Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx
To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything
I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you
I want to startle in a harmonious discretion
To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god
Splitting of median entity
Practice of doubt
I look for the truth
in the silent shine of your eyes
Speaking with the forces of the air
Good vibrations, cries and whispers
United in the great enchantment of sound
To die remaining invisible
To fly with the wings of anti-time
To unload the wagons of nothing
To fling your heart behind the wall
Essence of musk and almonds water
Concealed behind the closed eyelids
of transparent lives
Consoled by a sublime
forbidden sweetness
The memory rewinds again
And it grows with new colors
Emotional kaleidoscope
Crystal of red glass drops
Casket of shattered thoughts
Cut off light resetting the past
Filtrating the space, adoring emptiness
Inconsistent entity baptized in rain
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky
Snatch darkness from these hours
devoid of evening and morning
devoid of stars and funereal lightnings.
There is a path with no light and no moon
I ran through it to rescue my flesh
from the poisoned darts.
Modify your mind follow the shapes
from the red seven to the blue one
Mark the sacred space
In the name of wind and sound
Say your solemn prayer to the burning fire
Invoke the grace of water sources and raging oceans
Invite earth's creatures to your dance.
May Rafe lead my soul to victory
He's the master of my turbid game
May his energy bless my hand when I move the pieces
His power protects my secret plan
May his genius hasten the times
His presence secures my triumph.
Enemies' minds are frozen in a cloud of impotence
Their projects are sentenced to fail
No acts in the present, no acts in the future.
Now destiny is engraved on eternal memories.
Cosmic energies will spread it in the Universe.
Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder
and the flashes of reason
If something must still happen, it shall happen
following the rules of anti-logic
Flee from the ignoble joke of nature,
that vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance
Don't burn your energy trying
to stand your anti-you
Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all,
everything can be brought back to a ridiculous
game by the vox of anti-time.
You cannot separate happiness from your life,
as your life is not exempt form tragedy
World is made the contrary of what
the common sense is done
It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum,
that sings hosanna to the ones who kill
and spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life,
that worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity
of sincere feelings, to protect his own inconsistent shell
from the disappointment of raw truth.
I am against every stereotype or icons
I yearn an antiseptic space,
impatient and devoid of shame
I know it exists, it is inside me
Sometimes outside me
Feel the frequency
Perceive your pulse
Trust the ideology
To capture the ancient secret of life.
I'm looking for the antidote to myself
I'm working for my heart's freedom
To rid myself of the other side of me.
To rid myself of this virtual escape from tragedy
Hypochondriac creature
Disturbed by his memory
One single disease to cure
But you think of the rest.
It's not as tragic as you believe
Just free your mind of fears, life is pulsing.
Just feel its frequency.
Life is pulsing, just feel it.
Earth, warmth, death.
Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis
waiting for all is adjusted
trying to justify the difference.
They are asking me to act without being.
Mood sensitive to variations,
To air and fire's vibrations.
Keep your honour and will unshakable
Direct your thought to powerful stars,
towards imposing aims,
towards great concrete spheres.
Why do things happen?
Why is it always so difficult?
Why is it always so complicated?
Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration,
Disturb, interfere,
Generate hysteria and misunderstanding.
Ironical... my regret is my source of energy.
I feel impulse to proceed
I feel impulse to be.
Clouds, clouds, but branches are still dressed with leaves
And for me it is still time of Spring
Undisputed.
Celebrate and praise the dead spirit
Bury your hopes with him
Nobody and nothing can rejoice me
except the world of pretence.
The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice
and his image must not be
transfigured in divinity
Let me make experience of me
relish the horror of a bloodshed
feel an instinctive pleasure before
what commonly stirs up disgust.
And then I could approach
following existences
disembowel the unconscious
Express my verity, hidden or denied
that will appear like a blind enigma to you
And I will find childlike purity again
amorality that hurt the false minds
I will essay the elementary pulsations
those you have secluded in dreams
Or destroyed with a symbolic castration
I prepare my magic death
I enter the reign of imagination
I enter the thunder's memory
and my body revives, my spirit is in peace
my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth
and my mind blends with the cosmic energy.
We all raise with the sun
and we'll return to death
like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean.
I've dreamt a winged snake
eating its own tail, encircling the earth
And a mountain of crystal
bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins
I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror
and I felt a new magic strength
enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins.
Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind
Since now I revive
I honour and respect the choices I made
I don't let silence dominate my heart
I don't let fear suffocate my shout.
May the queen have new desires
that come true with the heat of fire
I close my circle lightning the candles of stars
After foggy and funereal days
In a mixture of sadness and devotion,
memory and mental escape
I take back my life
A bit confused, but more conscious of my way.
I wish warm affections
True emotions
Absence of artifice.
I want to rock myself on my arts
Enjoying the new time
But I don't forget where I come from
Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,
his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk.
Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,
He freed himself in an uncensored dance.
Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare.
Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence.
A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade struck his memory.
Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land.
He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions
I whispered legends,
I outlined myths of long gone... epochs.
I wove fairytales
In people's hearts,
I am the queen of all
You have forgotten.
I continually come
From every corner of the world,
My journey crosses
Through countries, population, seasons.
I whispered legends,
I outlined myths of long gone... epochs!
I wove fairytales
In people's hearts,
I am the queen of all
You have forgotten.
I continually come
From every corner of the world,
My journey crosses
Through countries, population, seasons.
For me there is no sun that sets,
There is no moon that rises,
The sundial has no shadows.
I live in thoughts...
[For me there is no sun that sets,
There is no moon that rises,
The sundial has no shadows,
I live in thoughts...!]
[For me there is no sun that sets,
There is no moon that rises,
The sundial has no shadows,
I live in thoughts...!]
[Carried by the breeze,
In the colours of light
I live in fantasies of mankind,
Carried by the breeze,
In the colours of light
I live in fantasies of mankind.]
And I'm in the hope of memories
With me I bring the symbols of tradition,
The amulets of cultures,
The inheritance of history.
I move with the rhythm of ancient dances
And songs no longer having notes
Return to life through my lips,
Here are my dreams...
Written for you on the diary
Of endless wandering
Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable
commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs
People of the black market
of the third world war
Practicing absurd telepathic sensitivities
Obstetricians of the spirit
Investigators of dissipations denounced
by bland paranoiac chess players
Servants of unlikely fragmentary guarantees
transcribed in Jewish stenography
Imbuing the spirit with unspeakable mutilations
Surly police officers of not prostituted lands
Junk dealers, sellers of delicious nightmares
and of yearnings dried on cells
saturated and affected with unknown pathologies
Bartered with the rough material of the will
Drinkers of heavy fluid sealed in shining
amber of dreams.
I shell never forget the unspeakable horror
that froze the lymph in my glands,
I write about sensations, moods and apparitions,
while people give parties to cover the silence.
There is no sense in feeling remorse for a thing you could not control.
And death sings...
Would you mind if I die?
What did you want when you continued to ask?
My energies must be direct to an act.
I continually research a sure channel to address my emotive contradictions.
I yearn they have a positive origin
Intolerant towards imperfection.
I practise a personal and secret auto-therapy,
against the shame of publicly showing our own signs.
May this poetry remain in your heart
May these notes inebriate your senses
This could be the last chance to light your fire
Before time turn your mind to black
Take a decision about your future
Dare use your invention
Gather up your experiences
Before your energy weaken to black
Shout your ideas
Before your voice vanish into black
Let your love be released
Before the last shine fade to black
Shout your, your ideas
Before oblivion suffocate your breath
Let your love be released
Before the last shine fade to black
May this poetry remain in your heart
May these notes inebriate your senses
This is a gift for you all
Do not forget to accept it before
laying in black
My life is made of emotions,
passions and horrors,
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees
My life is made of emotions,
passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly
live you can even fall into deep pain
My bed is made of small fresh leaves,
moving slowly like a requiem
My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,
coming loose along a black oval path
My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy,
composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear
Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.
Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect
this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?
I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort
I believe its benefice can reach the intensity
of full and perpetual delight
Nothing is true, all is allowed
In every dramatic situation there is
a subtended element of absurdity and humor
Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive
Our identities change every day with our memories
We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves
We change our skin and consistence
Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's wisdom
It's said you came when the weary sky was sinking
into its eternal sleep
And that only your cry would have announced a new dawn
Mistress of the air shaking the fronds of icy hills
who at dawn caresses the bare branches of foggy plains
You grew up as a lonely witness of existence's foolish theatre
On your visage the signs of a gloomy memory
Your lips wound false innocents' hearing
with painful truths and biting sentences
You knew the inner pleasure of senses
the poetry of wind, the secret of fire
Your will has the strength of thunder
Your spirit the impetus of the final fight
Oh great mother who lavishes love generating hate
Enchanting muse of unspeakable fancies
You will rise again from the ashes
wrapping the great catastrophes
Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally
follow you in the temple of the new dreams
No time to be religious
No space for individual research.
No time to be religious
Disclose your cervical case
And see enlightened reality is more obscure than a solar eclipse.
Don't barricade yourself in your cocoon of selfishness.
Come out from your comfortable crypt,
from your precious temple,
from your private ritual room,
perfumed with rare spiritual oils.
Keep control of your blood, be conscious of your fragile consistence
and realize others' presence is stronger then your fear...
Let your conscience overcome the boundaries of convention,
And give your mind a rest on this absurd state of entropy.
Contaminated by the vulgar dirt, infected by the morbid plague.
Let your individual prayer become a collective exorcism to chaos.
Open your gangrenous eyes
... If you drive your glance too much in the abyss,
The abyss penetrates yourself with its glance.
Remember every fear hides a desire
And that desire means tension...
Faith is the enemy of knowledge,
Religion produces placebo effects...
The contact with the divine is always beneficial,
Even if it is only in your head...
Tension is vitality
While perfection is death...
Desire means tension
Religion produces placebo effects...
Faith is the enemy of knowledge,
Religion produces placebo effects,
The contact with the divine is always beneficial,
He watched himself as a living dead
Trapped inside a prison of dread
Nothing arrives, nothing disappears
Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
In a vacuum of wasted time
Chained to his fate life, is his crime
Nobody would care if he died
He's a ghost desolated from pride
Run by a culture of anxiety
A person of senseless misery
His life will slowly cease
Disappearing with a breeze
The shadow has control
A tiny thread him holds
Misery
Misery
Misery
Misery
Haunted by indifference to life
Looks into the mirror choked by the sight
Cosmic torture the world is in a blur
Drowned in lunacy, misery and fear
In a vacuum of wasted time
Chained to his fate life, is his crime
Nobody would care if he died
He's a ghost desolated from pride
Run by a culture of anxiety
A virus brought decay to your chromosomes
Disturbed the DNA you lost your self-control
Material energy has brought you this blur
Psychotherapy your last chance to be cured
The mental atmosphere beyond your universe
Is filled with cosmic fear can you break the curse
As you're lying numbed they're entering your mind
As deep as they can come to see what they can find
The spaceship rotates into the outside
A world of emptiness
Camera obscura
Dark... the dark big void
Approaching the land where it's sunset at dawn
To cure is their mission, a challenge too big
Too big for a human being
Countdown
Take off
Free yourself
You've had enough
Fight against
Be strong
This surgery
Slowly drifting through the tunnel of light
Away from reality and from all it's spite
From the dreadful day to a safe night
Emotion drain
Through the veins
Feel no pain
Floating in the sky free as a bird
Strange calm sounds that no one ever heard
Reaches the mind like comfortable words
Emotion drain
Through the veins
Feel no pain
Ins-through-mental - Like a traveller
Ins-through-mental - Hypnotised
Inner secrets betray themselves
Closing in on the eternal answer
Exploring the unknown mental galaxy
Beyond the real world and the fatality
It's the end of mess and complexity
Slowly drifting through the tunnel of light
Away from reality and from all it's spite
Music: Anders Odden, Lyrics: Per Dirge
Their souls omit from their necks
Hung up our blade carves new beliefs
We ridicule your ancestry
And thoughts of holy union
We condemn and clave
The earth trembles
As our machinery slithers forth
It slithers forth
Pass your religions
Pass your lies
Minerval worshipper of he who dies
Pass your religions
Pass your lies
Eater of all
Bringer of hate
Bringer of hate
Ritual extinguisher
Emperor of deceit (Fuck your god)
In possession
Darkness before light
Jehovah, come to realize Satan is might!
Satan is might
Might!
Submit to the void
Fuck your god
Submit to the void
Carcass anima mundi lover
Posing in rotting flesh
All the human you can be
You can be!
The souls omit from their necks
Hung up our blade carves new beliefs
We ridicule your ancestry
Music: Anders Odden Lasse Johansen, Lyrics: Anders Odden
Gaze into my dying eyes
The light is killing me
Sick
White
Unholy
Death
Stab my sorry lungs to hell
Let them suck m y blood
Feel the stench of blasphemy
As I die
Sick
White
Unholy
Death
Do you feel merciless?
Come on let’s fucking see
Feel the stench of blasphemy
As I die
Life is not precious
Take me to death where I belong
Vile and obnoxious
I cannot hide my joy
Or what’s to come
Sick
White
Unholy
Death
Do you feel merciless?
Come on let’s fucking see
The solid mass that once was me
Senses takes off from the world outside
Exposed enough, it's to hide
A life that was confined in a liar
All alone nothing to share
Crisis will no longer exist
In your mind that's full of mist
Relief and heal can sure be gained
Following after the runaway brain
Act no more just lie down still
Do keep warm stay away from the chill
Run away, away from the past
Catch up the time, catch it up fast
Do not step over the line again
Do go as far as your runaway brain
What will happen to our dear old friend?
We assure you all there won't be no happy end
You're growing fast from the past...
You're growing fast from the past...
Senses takes off from the world outside
Exposed enough, it's to hide
A life that was confined in a liar
All alone nothing to share
Crisis will no longer exist
In your mind that's full of mist
Relief and heal can sure be gained
Confined in a cell feed with dope
Mankind is save from the misanthrope
His weird disease made him choke
Killing for air the misanthrope
He chose their fate
With wrath and hate
He couldn't face
The human race
There is no cure, there is no hope
His mind is obscure the misanthrope
Slowly falling down the mental slope
Until he reach the end the misanthrope
Sickness
Anger
Envy
Detest
His spiteful mind
Made him blind
Complete insane
He caused a lot of pain
Now he's confined
They'll try to cure his mind
For him it's too late
To obliterate
His brain gets shrinked day by day
Soon it all will fade away...
Between his hand they lied shocked and terrified
Just waiting to die...
Sickness
Anger
Envy
Detest
There is no cure, there is no hope
His mind is obscure the misanthrope
Slowly falling down the mental slope
Music: Lasse Johansen, Lyrics: Ole Jørgen Moe
Waste as the seas flood
The religious soil and
Mankind lays in ruin still
We burn with joy
Heed the call the distorted grin
The enlightened has prevailed
Now face the sewer
Spirits die with the written words
Icons scattered in the sea
... The etching cleanser
Cold
Waiting
Grave
Words end...
So come extinction
The ethnic savior
No lies
Hope
Dies
Terrified
The sickened fall
Fall
The mindless weep polluted tears
Preachers vomit human waste
The shapeless crawl in cancer soil
The melting earth still breaths
Heed the call, the distorted grin
The enlightened has prevailed
Now face the sewer
Spirits die with the written words
Icons scattered in the sea
Music: Anders Odden / Carl-Michael Eide, Lyrics: Ole Jørgen Moe
Merciless suicide realm
Treacherous antichrist haze
Sacrifice your life to me
The monarch of inhuman seeds
Send your corpse away
Rid you all of pride
Fucking time to die
Torture you even when dead
Bury the way of the lamb
Cover your body with chains
Mourning throughout the land
Send your corpse away
Rid you all of pride
Fucking time to die
And the scars I will see
Like the face of the moon
Cast no blessings at me
Necro as fuck!
And the scars you shall see
Like the face of the moon
Cast no blessings at me
Necro as fuck!
White burning sands
Pale yearning hands
Fainting hollow eyes
Necro-world will fucking rise
Come on!
White burning sands
Pale yearning hands
Dying Jesus son
Atrocities have not yet begun
Send your corpse away
Rid you all of pride
Heavy breath
Not far from death
Drowned in dreams
Nightmares teems
You will suffocate
Schizophrenia is your fate
Pursued until you die
Constant terrified
No more hope to find
In your deranged mind
There's no therapy
To cure your destiny
Corroding day by day
Until you fade away
Inner persecution
Brings you bad illusions
Inner persecution
A mental demolition
Desperation surrounds you like a veil
To the wall of suffering you're nailed
So in the end you'll die in fear
Because you are mad and no one cares
Splitted personality
Confined in one body
Trying to find some space
In the psychological maze
Some one good and some one bad
Every one of them made you mad
Schizophrenia
Schizophrenia
Heavy breath
Not far from death
Drowned in dreams
In pains, and sorrow
Stay life the same, tomorrow?
Depression, grows deep
I'm buried, beneath
I am the world in one
Anger, suffer pain and sorrow
Expecting to reach a life beyond
Waiting paradise to come
I am the world in one
Anger, suffer pain and sorrow
Expecting to reach a life beyond
Waiting paradise to come
What do we really believe?
What is our purest emotion?
Are we happy with what we perceive?
Will it end all in chaotic distortion?
In pains, and sorrow
Stay life the same, tomorrow?
I cannot tell
I won't tell
I just don't know
I will not know
If I knew,
What would I do?
I am the world in one
