Capture it, de-humanize it.
You nurture it, you devour it.
Promise it, you lie to it.
And you doubt in it.
See yourself in it.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Be loved by it, but ignoring it.
You feel the hate in it, escape from it.
Laugh at it, ridicule it.
Misunderstand, spit at it.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Steal away it's life,
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
untouched my its cries.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Twist the knife.
To the very bone.
Twist the knife.
Steal away it's life.
Twist the knife.
Until it's dead and gone.
Disrespect it and deceive it.
Underestimate, be scared of it.
Kill the faith, kill the love.
And turn your back, walk away.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Steal away it's life,
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
untouched my its cries.
Twist the knife, watch as it dies.
Twist the knife.
To the very bone.
Twist the knife.
Steal away it's life.
Twist the knife.
Until it's dead and gone.
Twist the knife.
Ignore its pain.
You steal away it's life.
Does it bother you, did it not obey you?
Does it anger you, did it not please you?
Does it bother you, did it not consider you?
Is it killing you, did it not care for you?
These sores will never heal
Come touch this broken skin
I pray these wounds will never hurt
Come touch this broken skin
Did you want to pull the strings?
Become the master of all things?
And punish this, my gravest sin.
Bitter enemy of this, my broken skin.
You can never let this go.
Your superficial mind torments you so.
Bow down and admit defeat.
Old, weak and obsolete.
(I pray) these sores will never heal.
Come touch with broken skin.
I pray these wounds will never hurt.
Come touch this broken skin.
Gone too far, I've gone too far, is this me?
I am not me, am I somebody else?
The stars form the gate again
Soon we shall arrive in the new world...
Soon merciless war and destruction
Shall fall upon the unknowing...
Weapon in hand and death in our eyes
We march to attack...
Soon the folk of here shall feel
Our wrath and steel...
that big strong man created a god so he could be a
little boy
but the big strong man soon turned his back and left
behind his broken toy
if that big strong man built a big strong house he
wouldn't have to be so scared
but the big strong man walked a hundred miles left it
unfixed and unrepaired.
it begins, it begins with you.
i cannot close, i cannot close you out.
what's crawlin underneath it all (x4)
that big strong man he told his sheep to come to him
when the line was long
that big strong man said (?) has made him strong.
that man he can't seize (?) but a man to me with a big
strong man from the big black book
why do they believe it if they cannot see
never once a thought for the lives he took.
i run away from here
if I could cope there must now be hope
yeah
what's crawlin underneath it all (x4)
what's crawlin (x8)
We are floating - Above the mountains.
Watching all the tiny people.
How they waste themselves away.
Obey themselves away.
How willingly - They lay their love.
How willingly - They sacrifice themselves,
To the locust master - to the one that drowned the world.
They love their Parasite God - Yet they crucify me.
How willingly - They lay their love.
How willingly - They sacrifice themselves,
To the bringer of hunger - To the one that drowned the
world.
They love their Parasite God - Yet they crucify me.
I want to be your Parasite God.
So I can show you what you really are.
I want to be your Parasite God.
So I can show you who you really are.
I want you to descend.
I want you to fall down.
I want to be the end
- Of everything you've ever done.
The cities that I built,
The forests that I grew,
Got stained by your filth,
And now they smell like you.
You Stink!
Just!
Like!
The pigs you are.
How long? How long?
How far are you willing to go?
How much? How dry?
I have seen the devil's eye
- And it is you.
The world shut me out.
I see your faces in the sand.
But if I reach out,
You're gonna break my hand.
I want you to be here,
I want you to descend to,
This pathetic mind-made sphere,
The perpetual end.
I want to be the end
Parasite, parasite god
Parasite, parasite god
We are floating, above the mountains
Watching all the tiny people
How they waste themselves away
Obey themselves away
How willingly they lay their love
How willingly they sacrifice themselves to the locust
master
To the one that drowned the world
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
Parasite, parasite god
Parasite, parasite god
How willingly they lay their love
How willingly they sacrifice themselves to the bringer
of hunger
To the one that drowned the world
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
I want to be your parasite god
So I can show you what you really are
I want to be your parasite god
So I can show you who you really are
I want to be your parasite god
So I can show you what you really are
I want to be your parasite god
So I can show you who you really are
I want to be your parasite god
So I can show you what you really are
Parasite, parasite god
Parasite, parasite god
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
They love their parasite god, yet they crucify me
I want you to descend.
I want you to fall down.
I want to be the end
- Of everything you've ever done.
The cities that I built,
The forests that I grew,
Got stained by your filth,
And now they smell like you.
You Stink!
Just!
Like!
The pigs you are.
The world shut me out.
I see your faces in the sand.
But if I reach out,
You're gonna break my hand.
I want you to be here,
I want you to descend to,
This pathetic mind-made sphere,
The perpetual end.
You Stink!
Just!
Like!
The pigs you are.
How long? How long?
How far are you willing to go?
How much? How dry?
I have seen the devil's eye
She bought all the good Karma in the world.
And now... She throws it all away.
She stole God's light, she stole it for herself.
To make her dark night turn in to day.
She thinks she's found, found her very self.
But can she make it, can she make it stay?
She would be climbing up the mountain.
She would be searching through the desert.
But her God would not have spoken.
Nor let her pass dry through the sea.
And now she throws it away.
When God has nothing to say.
Her God, she threw him away.
English translate: Visions Of Future Centuries Ago
Still I must live on, create my reality that was,
await the death hour and depart.
I can see the everlasting stars reflect themsleves
when I look down upon the surfaces of the bottomless lakes,
those all black lakes, going nowhere, being everywhere.
I could have found a way.
I would have found a way.
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
Pick and peel it off, this dried up skin.
Strip it away, this flesh and gore.
Open it up, the stink of you sin.
Was it holy as you hoped, at heart, at the core?
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
I make you stronger.
You make me weaker.
Can't take this much longer...
Since I stopped being a seeker.
Pick and peel it off, this dried up skin.
Strip it away, this flesh and gore.
Open it up, the stink of your sin.
Was it holy as you hoped, at heart, at the core?
Did you want me to break down?
Did you want me to give in?
Found so many ways to hate myself.
Found so many ways to put them all away.
Don't care if the whole world falls apart.
Don't care if you hated me from the start...
You bring out the worst in me!
I make you stronger.
You make me weaker.
Can't take this any longer.
Since I stopped being a seeker...
Rip and tear this un-bleeding dead.
Naked and cold, nothing left to steal.
Can't get it back, wish I was dead instead.
It will never close, this fucking sore will never heal!
I am a ghost, you are my host.
Aah... How beautifully old you are...
Labyrinthine earth-world, old already as the tower rose,
when the dust and stone rested heavy upon you...
No sound echoed within your silent halls and long,
empty corridors in the darkness...
For your walls have not been touched or seen
since your downfall at the end of the age of illusion...
So they say. Aah...
The destruction, the woe we wrenched down
upon them and their unsuspecting kings and queens...
Mighty as they saw themselves.
We made them... made them grow and prosper...
Ba; thing in their won greed and empty pride...
For how many years did we not see the, feel their happiness,
smelling their kingly perfumes...
And how we ached for their downfall
Laughed we did, and not seldom,
for what did these puppets know of our labyrinthine
dungeons far below their jewelled palaces?
How could they know that their fates lurked deep under,
in chambers as dark and cold
as their deepest fears could never dream of fathom...
For I, I created these cities, as much as I hate them.
I created them and their rulers so that I could destroy them.
I made them ever prosper, so that the flow of energy
would make me powerful on arrival to my workd,
my mind world made earth...
The labyrinth once held hordes of warrior spirits,
the spirits of the kind that roamed the world at that time...
Having been summoned into the earth...
They made the labyrinth, most ancient of all structures...
They took the powers of stone and soil...
And powerful warriors they became.
Aah... Ye cities fell and burnt...
The nights were alive with cries of war
and death echoed the surrounding mountains...
I felt the energy pour into my every vein and nerve...
And it filled my heart... And when all was over,
he pointeth his finger towards the south
Four cities fell... Four kings lost their power...
Yet a fifth and different kind of king
In the east, where the not-living,
wandering grey shapes are...
Those who hate life, and sucks the life
and sould out of every living mortal...
There where the vampires dwell...
Rules a planet, it standeth above
the eternal fog in the eternal night,
and create the vampire light...
A light that detroy all the living...
Living life cannot live
underneath the red vampire planet...
Its light is a foe and will burn the flesh
and all plants rot in its red terrible light...
The eastern lands in my innermost empire
are but stone upon soil,
and some mountains spread about the land.
The red planet is out there,
it is meant for the not-living
and never changes it's position on the sphere,
its phase is only one...
Its substance unleash a red light,
a red light dimmed by the fog...
And the smoke that comes from cracks in the ground...
A smoke that allways fills the landscapes of the east...
The light is not a friendly light to him that is alive,
it blinds the seeing eye
and burns the flesh and turn bones to dust...
The red planet is an evil minded planet
that was created by the one's will...
It is a vampire's companion in many ways,
its light make their ideal atmosphere,
immense coldness (and still it burns!)
and the perfect light for their vision...
And the light holds all life away...
And destroys the ones that are bewildered
and come into these parts of the world...
Unless the bats allready have eyed them
from afar and their lords
allready have devoured them lest
they should be burnt asunder...
How far away the planet is,
and its greatness, is a mystery to all...
No one see the vampire planet
before they are in its power
and are being burnt alive...
The planet is indeed mystic and terrible...
It is a vampires life source
(They) tell me I ain't real.
That I'm a fantasy.
How do you think it makes me feel.
To be the fifth wheel.
No one believes in me.
Believe in me.
It's a bitter place or just a bitter dream.
It's a stranger's face, so it's hated by man.
Or so it would seem...
So it would seem...
You can't look at what you've made.
But you know I'm part of you.
I know you wish me dead and you want me gone.
But there's nothing you can do.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
You're blinded by your kind.
Altogether so astray.
Owner of a programmed mind.
Don't know night from day.
Night from day.
What happened to us all?
Who's got the right to say?
How we should behave.
So we can all be enslaved.
Be enslaved.
You can't look at what you've made.
But you know I'm part of you.
I know you wish me dead and you want me gone.
But there's nothing you can do.
I am the one you fear, the one you fear.
English translate: Reflections Of Horizont's Dark
In all the candles that I burn,
I see the formations of horizons dark.
And in my mind hear voices cry, so sad.
Behind the forests (what do they hide?).
In my nightmares I can see what they hide.
So evil, this place feels familiar in some way.
First journey; En Mork Horisont
Second journey: Visjoner av ev eldgammel Fremtid
"In all the candles that I burn, I see the formations of horizons
dark. And in my mind hear voices cry, so sad. Behind the forests
(what do they hide?). In my nightmares I can see what they hide. So
evil, this place feels familiar in some way. It feels right."
"Still I must live on, create my reality that was, await the death
hour and depart. I can see the everlasting stars reflect themsleves
when I look down upon the surfaces of the bottomless lakes, those all
black lakes, going nowhere, being everywhere. Being the wet houses of
watery ghouls and spirits."
Go away from me.
I just want to flee.
The god i used to be.
Fill me no more with glee.
Where am I now?
Upon whom to bestow,
The Secrets locked inside.
The universe I hide.
The Monolith is I.
It was always me.
This world has always been,
The place I really lived in.
Here i stand, alone.
My soul has turned to stone.
Half my kingdom to,
Him that helps me through.
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Dancing round the burning fire.
Calling out the names of the dead.
Chanting all your dark desires.
As you stick your pins in my head.
Painted faces all around me.
Speak of things I don't understand.
Somebody's blood is on the ground.
My time is here, it is at hand.
Why do you use the old juju?
Why do you battle all them bones?
I'm telling you I'm not the one for you.
But still you throw the stones.
You put a hex on me.
In the middle of a circle.
Sits the one to fear.
Maker of all miracles,
The one I won't go near.
It's the doctor that is blind,
But still he'll cast the spell.
Don't ever look into this evil mind,
Unless you want to see his hell.
Wicked laughter fills the air.
Everyone is laughing at me.
Can't escape this trancelike stare,
He wants me to be blind like he.
Needles, nails and broken glass.
Incantations from the past.
I'm just a toy in this unholy mass,
Not the first nor will I be the last.
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Mental Maelstrom beckons me,
To fall into the core.
The Centre of the universe,
Mocks me forevermore.
Who awoke the engine when i could not its key?
Who landed me upon this place,
This island in the sea?
(There's) four or five thousand clouds,
All inside my head.
I'm looking for the mind i had,
How long has it been dead?
Eighteen thousand Million years,
with Aeons in between.
Cannot save me from my fears,
Of things i might have seen.
What did you see?
Who did you see?
Don't want to go back to that place.
Don't want to go back to my soul.
My spirit in a vacuum. Spirit in a vacuum.
My spirit in a vacuum.
Mental Maelstrom, that is you.
You've killed my inner sun.
The sacrifices that i made,
I want them all undone.
You put the engine back to sleep,
When I thougth I'd found the key.
Now that I am stranded here,
You return to Misery.
How can I kill the alien mind,
That tries to be me'
I've seen the vacuums eye,
And now i see the thing that I be.
Don't want to go back to that place.
Don't want to go back to my soul.
Spirit in a vacuum.
My spirit in a vacuum.
It's been ten long years since I smelled the witch.
I don't think she will ever go away.
Do you think that's her lurking over there?
In that shadow that has been cast by me?
Can you smell the witch?
The witch is still alive.
Can you smell the witch?
I see her dead eyes.
I wanted you to go away.
Can you smell the witch?
The witch will never go away.
Does she hide in that old corner over there?
Are you dead when you are made of straw?
Is she still in that old house? The lonely old house.
Far away from everyone else. Her smell was stron up there.
The first time I saw you.
I smelt you more than I could see you.
The smell won't go away.
Is this how fear smells?
Does fear smell like a witch?
Come on smell the witch.
Can you smell the witch?
Sneaking up behind.
Can you smell the witch?
Can you feel the fear?
I want to go far away.
Can you smell the witch?
The witch will never go away.
I am the world
the world beyond the stars...
I am the keeper of screaming mountains,
the portal between worlds...
A world of wonder,
a world of glory.
I was created by a scribbling hand,
by a mind that always believed...
That his mind could create me...
Where is he now?
The god from beyond...
I have never seen him,
yet we have always been together...
[Instrumental]
Towards the gate of stars...
Again we shall travel,
to conquer and kill!
By sword, axe and hand...
I'm going back, thinking about all the changes.
I'm going back to all those wasted years.
I see the rise and fall of the world I lived in.
This time it doesn't seem real at all.
But I took the fall and on came all the changes.
All i had could not be saved - it was far too late.
Everyone leaves. In the end.
Everything dies. In the end.
It doesn't matter how hard you hold on.
I'm going back to the times you went away.
I thought you thought that I was the monster.
I see the rise and fall of the world that I made.
I always wanted to take you with me.
And then I saw some people for the people that I thought they were.
In your painful absence.
Everyone leaves. In the end.
Everything dies. In the end.
It doesn't matter how hard you hold on.
How hard can you?
Do you want to hold on?
How hard can you?
The all leave in the end.
How hard can you?
We all die in the end.
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Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
I feel a presence of evil, a silent sound.
An evil place once lovely and fair.
Itïs gardens are grey, sad voices of despair.
A village old, pillaged and raped.
All itïs houses are rotten or burnt.
Here are signs of battles of old.
Raided for the virgins and their gold.
From where cometh this evil air?
The pressing warning of danger.
I have been here for too long.
In this lonesome twisted land.
Marshland...
It is deep and sickening.
I have to find my way back home.
Marshland...
The only way to find myself.
Is to descend deeper still.
Marshland...
I'm stuck and cold.
I'm stuck and cold in marshland.
I'm stuck and cold where life is
Plentiful but nothing lives.
A voice I know speaks to me.
Of self-deceit and mockery.
I search for life and sights to see.
Somewhere beyond this cold
Machinery. (So take me out of this insanity).
Nothing that I say or do, Matters to the
Big machine. Nothing that I think or
Feel, matters to the big machine. If I am
Dead when tomorrow's gone,
The big machine will just move on.
The scar you gave me left my soul,
Hollow like the love you showed.
That empty shell you offered me,
Took me further away from the
Machine.
The marsh land that is down and deep,
Holds me tight it's clutching me.
Like black cold chains forever,
Dragging me towards hell's misery.
The things that I've seen with Your eyes.
The things that You choose not to see.
Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years.
In a purgatory.
Is this Damnation?
Is it in my mind or is it something I don't know.
Something that I should control,
I've got to find,
Find the machine.
That makes me want to be me.
Cannot face another mirror,
Cannot face another truth.
I've got to find,
Find some new eyes,
I've got to find a substitute.
My omnipresence this is me.
My weapon against your dynasty.
I've got to stop existing mentally,
In places that i do not want to be.
I hvae to move away,
From thoughts terrible and gray.
It will not let me go,
is this Damnation?
My Omnipresence this is me.
My friend, turns into an enemy.
Must control, I must control the evil daemon.
Antimental!
I see through the great mountains
beneath the northern stars..
And I know they are not the only kin of
stars..
Rivers of green and blue run beneath these
mountains into the everleasting void of
spirits..
Into the black emptiness where lone stars
swirl about..
Where paths of tortured and twisted stone
float..
See the paths, the stars in this cosmic
spirit world..
Here float spirits ever about, spirits
cast here from some cursed world, worlds I
cursed and created long ago..
Watcheth from great distance..See the
stars' formations..The worlds they left
belonged to my spirit..
Behold the mountain beyond the stars of
planetary heavens..
The mountain made of spirits, that
mountain is my soul, my essence, my symbol
of eternal majesty..
I am the mountain of spirits..
I saw the constellation of the spider...
One thousand sparkling stars.
I felt the darkness sink upon me, into me...
As a cloud of everlasting sleep.
And I know that nothing last forever,
and that death soon would take me by my hand.
For I, had a dream of death and glory...
For I, lost my soul that night...
Now I wander amoungst the stars,
and cry sad for death to set me free.
My journeys brought me to the valley...
Forgotten even in tale and song.
From whence the kingly spiders left...
To build their nests high above...
And I know, that I shall last forever...
And that my spirit died so long ago...
Please, I beg you, bitter destiny...
Here standeth I.
Mighty and unbreakable.
My shadow is the darkness, of this land.
All folk fear me...
My windows are few...
Shining with the power, of uncountable ages...
Within me happen all...
Magic spells are cast.
All power dwelleth in me.
I am the doom of all.
For I hosteth him, that created, destiny and reality.
He that travel, in time and space.
Walking the paths, of life and death's twillight.
He that once, left his heart, in this land,
He that once, entered the iron gates, of me.
He leaves never but seldom,
his chambers within...
Perhaps now, his mind broods and plotts, unsaid dark thoughts.
(Instumental)
(Song-like tale told by a tribe/folk of the world)
We sing with sad hearts this song...For
our hearts have been saddened ever since
the tidings came..The pillars between
worlds..
Mythic tales were told us by a strange and
weary wanderer..His tales were as alive as
if he had seen the wars he told us of..The
downfall of ancient majesties he told us
of..And even the pillars between worlds
that he told us of..
Between worlds, he said..That man weary
and saddened..his sorrow must be great for
his eyes screamed with a grief alike no
black grief we have been burdened with
..None of us could bear to look into to
his painfilled eyes for long..
Pillars..A gate to other worlds..Perchance
to a free and kinder world? Perchance our
souls should be destroyed did we enter?
But alas! We cannot wander so far..A hard
journey and many would die of fatigue or
the biting cold of the north..We also fear
the war hammers of the mountain-men would
smite down many or all of us...
I must wander again, said the weary man
who's eyes looked so much older than
himself..As if he had seen the dawn of
time and the fall of ancient kingdoms..
Be glad for your souls..Think no more of
the pillars between worlds..Be glad for
your souls...
Oft I wonder...
As my mind's eye fly its own course...
Into those places,
that I cannot wander...
Where are they, those dark and hidden places...
That I cannot wander to?
Where is the place...
A place my mind often travel to...
That place I fear and hate,
but still so long to go...
For I see my freedom there...
The freedom of my my mind and body...
I see great walls of stone...
And I see beyond that silvery sea...
I see... Alas! I see... That silvery sea,
by the end of the walls...
Flowing into ever black infinity...
Becomming the spirits of the twillight...
Those free spirits,
I see them and I wonder...
Mayhaps I am the only who have seen...
The spirits, the stars, flowing into the darkness...
I wonder... May that there bright star whirling about...
Through boughs and leaves and stone on ground.
I feel a prescence of evil, a silent sound...
A village old, pillaged and raped,
houses rotten or burnt...
Here are signs of battles of old...
Raided for their virgins and gold...
From cometh this evil air?
This pressing warning of danger?
Mayhaps the folk whom once lived here
are now cursing this place, and all who behold?
And evil place once lovely and fair...
Its garden are grey now, and sad voices haunt the village...
Houses rotten, fallen roofs... Winds gushing through...
I wonder who raped and pillaged here...
And what meaneth the signs painted on those doors
that have yet not fallen to the ground...
Where did the fair virgins go, and what are of them today?
Mystic this place is and I fear my questions
At the end of the unseen road (a
river perchance),
lieth the unknown.
Beyond the skylike ocean,
encircling the screaming mountain,
lieth the unknown.
Passeth ye the riddler,
passeth ye the bridge into the unknown.
Beyond the twisted trees,
filled with unheard agony...
See how they writhe in pain.
Feel the sadfull thoughts of the trapped
magician,
how he mourns his chained fate.
Descendeth ye into spiritworld,
to the mountain of spirits (the monument
eternal?).
Findeth ye the silver heart,
restoring order once more more in this
world.
The myth of the silver heart,
the quest for the silver heart.
Perchance it shall end by the end of the
bridge?
Only the riddler knows the answers,
to what lies in the corner of the world.
Who is he?
A demon in disguise?
Here to ensnare us and lock us inside some
dark dungeon,
or hell, eternally?
We fear we shall never know.
And so the change is on...
And has it not been on for aeons long, for
ever and beyond ever?
Has it not been on for longer than eras
passed, and forgotten by all, forgotten
even, by those that has been dead for ever
and beyond ever?
Perchance it is but some foul trickery
engieered by the wicked scribbler of
destinies...
Perchance it is something else...Some
ancient and dreadful secret about to
unlock...
Something is stirring inside me.
Something new, yet it has always been
there, for ever and beyond ever.
I feel something awakening inside,
memories that are not mine, but they
belong to me.
I am no longer searching for the answer,
for I know that I shall never find it
before I find myself.
I know that I am the riddle, I am the
quest, and I am the answer.
Yet I feel hollow, I am waking up, I see
my world and the havoc I have wreaked upon
it and I regret no thing.
I feel hollow, I am the universal shadow,
the maker of gods and the owner of the
lost silver heart.
I cannot seem to find myself, there are so
many spirits here, there are too many
riddles here.
In this chaos I call the screaming
mountain I search, and what findeth I but
tortured souls and essences blackened by
the worlds they come from? For how long
can I endure the screams and moans of the
screaming spirit mountain?
Myriads of paths, a labyrinth of
labyriths...Where lieth the answer? Where
am I? Must I travel into the blackest
depths of my self to find my self?
It is time to chose, it is time enter a
new world, conquer it, become a god once
more, and perchance this will bring me
closer to my self.
One riddle has been solved, the answer has
been found. Yet the answer in itself is a
labyrinth of new questions.
The rainbow prince walks aimlessly no
more, not after he saw that his tormentor
and his arch enemy was himself. Did he
live in a dream all this time, was none of
this real?
Little does it matter. He was a king and
his own slave. The world in which he
wandered for what seemed aeon upon aeon,
suffered his merciless tyranny. Worlds
unknown to him, alien to him, were cast
underneath him, landscapes of green were
stripped and bereft of beauty and quickly
laid barren and dead.
Yet, he feels no regret, no sadness or
grief for the dead and dying.
Command and conquest, bereave or be bereft
has always been the key to unlock the door
of life.
And such was his quest, his one purpose in
life. To find himself, to make himself
king, and to live on when others die.
The first world has come to an end, it is
time to enter another, to find a new place
to live, solve new riddles and live again
for aeons more.
And so the awakening begins. The endless
journey to find that which all search for,
yet so few of us truly find.
The rainbow prince finally exited his
nightmare, and stepped into another
portal, into another world, to conquer and
kill if need be, to find his self. And
will he ever find, or perchance he will
find that his self never was.
(The Rainbow Prince awakens)
I am old..
Older than any who may gaze upon me..
Gaze upon me,
ye fiery dragon of wrath,
I standeth still, unarmed,
yet ye cripple and burn before me.
Challenge my power, mighty wizards..
I standeth still, no weapon to defend me..
cast yer spells,chant yer incantations..
Yer power and glory,
will cripple and burn before me...
Friend, come to me..Open yer arms,
and embrace me if you can..
Love me if ye are insane..
Yer body shall sparkle and burn..
Before me, yet still I standeth..
How terribly old I am..
I challenge no one..
Yet I kill all in sight..
I have destroyed angels in the sky,
worms in the earth..
Cities have sundered underneath me..
I burn.
I am old.
For how many years did ye not prosper and
bath in delight, ye four cities of unbound richness?
Being at unbroken peace amongst yerselves, ye all grew great and mighty.
Mighty in an era of no war nor stride..
How sour and unappealing
The roads between you, roads crossing the world as you knew it, were peaceful roads..How many a delightful journey across those seemingly endless roads did not yer pilgrims undertake?
To worship your now destroyed gods
To teach the four cities the wisdom and the power of the gods you worshipped..
Ah! Those cool pools within your cities..Allways filled with crystal clear water, as if it was enchanted by some wondrous spell..How many enlightening baths did ye not enjoy ere the end, people of the golden cities? How many times did ye not leave yer heart's burdens in those pools, people of the golden cities?
Did ye often enough behold the golden spires of yer kings' palaces?
And did ye often enough wonder at the cities walls and it's gargoyle's ruby eyes?
Did ye ever wonder at the pictures at the cities walls..The old pictures engraved in the very walls of marbled stone.. Could it be your gods and their myths you saw..
Ah! Ye children of the age of illusion..Ye lived in such gladness..
Never sensing the aproaching shadow of the future..Never sensed ye it's chilling breath.
Ah! Always shoneth the light in yer eyes as it shone forth from every jewel and gem in your cities..The light of the four cities of the world..
Bitter taste the western waters..
(wonder ye never what the horizont hides?)
And bitter are the tales and stories of
the sea whose waves now beat against the
stones in the cold and dark north..
They speak often of dragon
islands..Beautifull yet terrible beasts..
Dealing death and destruction as they spit
their fires of malice..
Even far away cities in the darkest deeps
of the oceans..Of kingdoms none ever saw..
And the western jewel city..Standing proud
and lone at the western coast..
Not knowing that soon their crystal
heavens and distant spheres would be the
houses of armies of spirits, and their
beloved city was doomed before it was
raised by hands now dust in a traveller's
tale or song..
Few memories remain for the descendants are few and listeners are less..
Who doth now worship the gods of old and hold their names dear at heart?
(did not that there old man wear a queer looking necklace?)
Aye! How forgotten are not the ancient days...
In the cold wastes of north-world stand I.
Raging, towering above barren plains of
frost..
Those plains, fields eternal, pained by
biting cold..
At the end of the world I am.
The last monument of power..So sing songs,
sung by a folk perchance dead.
I guard the eternal void of stars, I guard
the pillars between worlds..they sing..
I rage above you..
Passeth you before me and my very
prescence shall whiten your face and I
shall sicken your aura..
I could crush you by will, feeble daring
fool..
I guard the great pillars between worlds..
At the end of this world.
I seldom see folk here. I seldom smell
folk here.
Far down south where the mountain men
live..I hear they spill much blood and war
is ever dominating their lands..The winds
carry they cries of war and death often
this way..
Once I spoke with a warlord from another
world..
He came here long ago and told me things
he had learned from the stars, so he said.
Though I believe he knew all for he was
born before all..So my old stones sensed..
I am weary but alive and I guard ever the
pillars between worlds..
I hear the cries of eternally dying gods
and know that I could destroy them..
I am mountain - destroyer of gods..
How mightily ye shineth in the
night, my creator.
I swirl..I drift..
I am air, and I am thought..
My thoughts are fierce,
the change is on...
Yet it is far away.
I am newborn, yet they call me ancient..
I feel a prescence..
I feel countless other essences,
surround me in space.
My brethren...
We descend into this sphere...
Empty... Barren... Landscapes..
Yet here is life...
I feel happy life in this world...
Our time is not ripe.
We must drift for now..
We shall in time,
create new kinds of spirits.
We shall in time,
find our abodes,
and be given shapes visible.
But for now..We drift...
My impressions, my memories,
like a spirit's biology
Feeling the silent breeze through the branches,
caressing my dreams peacefully in harmony
Sensitive signs entangle my mind
[Chorus:]
An alien activity
Myriads of atoms converging to cells
creating my memories,
this cosmos of chaos in me
My inner slumber, streams of reflections,
veils of impressions, misty diffusion
Transparent visions, the center of me
[Chorus:]
The alien activity
Myriads of atoms converging to cells
creating my memories,
this cosmos of chaos in me
The freezing winds in your mind
stir up your sense of time
Like the dark quakes from below
ruin your self-control
Whisperings from me
shimmering, I am like an asp-tree
shaking in the wind
which carry my leaves
Your reality is shaped by your dreams
What is confusing me? I am losing control
Awakened surreality affects your fantasy
I am awake with my fantasies
Entwine in unity, strengthening your belief
Far away from nature's true activities
All-embracing chemistry
I have dreams of reality
River of visions hidden by my body,
opens this flowing, unlimited dimension of mine
Reality of memories
[Chorus:]
This alien activity
Myriads of atoms converging to cells
creating my memories,
this cosmos of chaos in me
This unknown activity of yours
Consists of atoms converging to cells
They create your memories
They build a chaos of cosmos in you
[Music: Alexander Twiss, Mona Undheim Skottene, J.P. and Rudi Junger, Lyrics: Mona Undheim Skottene and Alexander Twiss]
I am rising over the raindrops,
on the roof of glimmering rivers
Dancing softly to burn all the sorrows,
on the clouds where starlight always shines
I am rising over the raindrops,
on the roof of glimmering rivers
Dancing softly to burn all the sorrows,
on the clouds where sun always shines
In aeons of time we travel afar
Through shields of misery, undying journey
[Chorus:]
I will rise above you
From o'er, I see you in the valleys
being wasted, weak and miserable
My spirit forever high
I always will be the invincible
My hate is stronger than yours
Hate rising like wings from a raven
being darkest in the night; I am shimmering,
But still I need you
But you will always be near me
The cosmic storms are everlasting
Explosive chemistry between you and me
[Chorus:]
The strongest feelings of man makes us slaves of each other
We seek, we find, we love, we HATE
Cold bloody people, seem to be
Face firmly stuck, cannot be torn free
Sorrows too dark for the day to see
Bound by seduction - immortal greed
The pale-faced moon looking coldly at the earth,
her gaze reflected from a superior force
To dreamers of the night she brings magical signs,
she reveals the truth: the fear of mine
Rays from above cover my anger,
like dark shadows from my own betrayal
My deepest wounds of hidden pain,
shreds my thoughts and rapes my brain
In our grandiose flight, thoughts collide and die
We collapse in hate, our dishearted pride
I will rise up to you
I am coming to meet you in the valleys
when you are wasted, weak and miserable
But my spirit is too weak to fight
I always will be the invincible
My hate is bleached by yours
Hate dawning like wings from a raven
being darkest in the night, I am shimmering
I truly need you
And you will always be near me
[Music: Myriads, Lyrics: Alexander Twiss and Mona Undheim Skottene]
As I dwell upon my own state
feelings emanate like a flowing stream
Strings of energy race through me
Feverish images spin through my brain
Gliding further into a stupor
Your limbs are getting weaker,
approaching the unknown
Closing a trance-like state
where surrealism reigns;
limitless and beyond,
your flight will soon begin
[Chorus]
Into my own world
Delving into the sanctum of my soul
Disclosing what's beyond
Losing the grip of reality,
worries relieved by my fantasy
Senses tell me that I am falling
backwards into a world within me
Losing all contact with reality
Your breath is getting slower,
into an even rhythm
Surrealistic impressions
drags you further into the great void
[Chorus]
Falling into a profound sleep
I gradually find a revelation
from deep intuition and creativity
I am comprehending mental parts
that normally are hidden
Is my dreamy mind a portal
to the mysteries inside me?
I am dragged down by strong back-currents,
feeling desperate and in dismay
Volcanic eruptions appear
and persecute your moving self
Cyclone drags you up and drops you down
from greatest heights
Thunderstorms and lightning
frighten you to death
Great tide ruins your footing,
you are losing all control
Claustrophobic manifestations
are closing in on me
Dark moor, slowly sinking
You are stuck, legs can't move
Mud covers your body and your eyes
You are choking, but breathe without air
Blinded by dirt in your eyes
Consider yourself in a world
without sense perception
Follow our breath,
we will embody you
We will dry your heart
with oil in water
Subtle glimmerings cover me,
I have empyreal visions in my misty thoughts
Filled with doubt I am astonished,
nebulous escape from reality
You have lost control of your presence
Transcendental landscapes
exceed time and space
Emancipated from all borders,
you are present in perpetual dreams
[Chorus]
Melting into subterranean
Reduse myself with sorcery,
floating heavily in lethargy
In the misty underground
shadows emanate
and evaporate like eidolon
Shapes are minimalized,
flash before your eyes,
eldritch people you knew in the past,
now separated from your common life,
indelibly stamped on your memory
Reveal your bad acts and thoughts
How do you square it
with your conscience?
It's raining drops of music
as the water falls down into the abyss,
sounding like the rhythm of a drum
It gets my feet to the dance around
in valleys and ravines,
I hear the soft vibration
from the shaking aspen leaves
It seems to me as a lovely lullaby,
and suddenly the sky
is glowing all in white
Above me a family of swans are gliding
The wind blowing colder,
feathers are falling and cover my body
softly while I rest on wings
Into my eyes, into my heart
I do absorb and subsist on
experiences and perceptions
that fills my mind and inner thoughts
I am in a world beyond my thoughts
where impressions stabilize my composure
Rejoin my life, the moments
of time I neglected
Why do I dream in profound sleep?
I cannot solve these mysteries
Humanity and the universe
are in a cosmic unity
When the occurrences are colouring
my dreams and hidden thoughts,
It's like I am guided through different states
concealed from my awakened mind
[Music and Lyrics: Alexander Twiss and Mona Undheim Skottene]
Lunar baby
Glooming shadows
cover you softly where you rest
on the mossy ground
Bathing in dew you dwell
Do not fear, the sparrows
will guard your nest
Until October storms arise
In autumnal equinox,
maple leaves are falling
and caress your body
In the deepest forest you lie,
pale and alone
Leaves conceal your skin,
even your bright eyes are hidden
Sparrows cannot see you now
You do not manage on your own,
and soon the frost will
penetrate your tender body
Snow is falling in winter
Flakes of crystal snow
land on your sweet brow
A star has fallen
[Music: Myriads, Lyrics: Alexander Twiss and Mona Undheim Skottene]
Like the mirror of water reflecting his shadow in his eyes,
painted on the waves when they rise
Looks for a place for landing, there is no place to settle down
Fly into the clouds higher above
This chaotic path in life influences my callous mind,
it dwells in the deepest chasms amongst the shadows
Your subtle thoughts create a poor absurd vision
which enslaves you in this maze of madness and wisdom
Hear, the wind tries to reach him, but surrounded by the
walls of air, fearless is he, his weakness must be held inside
[Chorus]
Once he saw the golden daylight rising high
Now with the earth he circles to follow the darkened light
I am yearning to relinquish
this haze of demented illusions
I feel parted to the irrecognizable
by multiple mirrors which are scattered everywhere
Moving through the vault, suddenly your approach yourself
Which token will guide you in this portal of the absurd?
He is confined in a room between this broken mirror,
twists the facts does his acts 'companied by the echoes of himself
[Chorus]
Blurred focus, blinded eyes
Thoughts devoured, eternal hunger
Lost judgement, reason declines
Blackened vision, hope dies
His final common sense will soon be impoverished
by his untamable and self-destructive urge
For him it seems like human souls scream in vain and agony
Delusions and false dreams tear sanity apart
Ray of light hits myriads of mirrors scattered everywhere,
reflected back it hits his eyes and lays his mind waste forever
I strive to break down the barrier which circles around me
and have the possibility to sense your world
Detached from reality and isolated in his world,
he is lost for all time in a portal of the absurd
Does not know there is a shadow drifting over his
filmed eyes, keeps the light from his simple blinkered sight
[Chorus]
