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• II - Alive In Wild Paint

I’m the one you never thought would come for you
You say I’m just a simple man
Soon you will discover that’s no longer true
As you’re dying by my hand
Spirit hunter
With fire in my heart
Going under
And now my story starts
Coming toward you
Your ending has begun
Killer warrior
Assassin of the sun
I will send you to the cosmic cemetery
Avenge the ugly and ashamed
My aim is singular and solitary
For centuries they’ll know my name
Penetrating
Deep under the waves
Meditating
On how to find a way
I feel a calling
And I know that I am right
A star is falling

I will scream your name out
But I won't walk away
Your heartbeat's getting fainter
It's your choice to leave or stay
God save me, Oh God save me [x3]
'Cause I'm a sinner
The world is ending
Don't delay
I'll just keep holding on
There's a war within my body
And it's tearing me apart
The ivory is cracked in shattered pieces
And I relied too much on my heart
(You watched me everywhere I go)
Now my son
(You watched me everywhere I go)
Where I am from
(Your spirit is in me)
Moves in me
(Awake now, and I see)
There's a war within my body
And it's tearing me apart [x2]
God save me, Oh God save me [x3]
'Cause we're all sinners
What an awful sound
Repent your life away
Now is it real?
Your mistaken
Not until your life's
No longer your own
A kingdom's coming back
And you're scared
Because you fear that there's no
Place for you, place for you there
Falling away
You know it's easy

Law-code and executive power - architect's plan and builder's craft.
Gene action is the prime mover, the great absolver.
Mining green gold to spill black ink, to drink it from the troft and cut in on the sugar.
Surrender the commons to the bootmarch of biotech, served by back-pocket ivory towers and pump-priming federal courtesies.
With science comes rhetoric.
Couched in terms of life-maps and holy grails, cybernetics and feedback transducers: the language of sociobiology.
All handmaidens for dangerous crossings and hand-wringing policies.
Safe guards to thrash the parliament of defects and disposed workers to the scrap heap of oblivion.
Give us perfection on polymer scaffolding.
Give us ghetto walls bricked word by word.
Give us eugenics in seasonal colours.
Give us new life over telegraph wires.
The body of modern biology, like the DNA molecule -
and also like the modern corporation or political body -
has become just another part of the informational network,
now machine, now message, always ready for exchange, each for the other.

How could you split the center
Of seven signs we'll remember
You have to realize
That it's the last time
They let us skip on their composure
One day we'll see a sign
That no one's weapon finds
And we can hold until it's over
Who can set you free
From your misery you're living in a fantasy
High and clean
A place to realize a level to sanitize
Who can set you free
Whose gonna find you when it's time to leave
Your fantasy
Imagine regret actions
All circled losing traction
When will we realize they don't need to hide
We've deserved and now we're closer
This is the last time for your teeth to shine

Catre sipotu da piatra, din padurea deasa, deasa si intunecoasa
Pleca dimineata, pa roua, pa ceata, pa roua nepascuta,
Cu roua-n picioare, cu ceata-n spinare.
Opspe suliti pin-n apus.
Sus la naltu cerului, la razele soarelui, 'n revarsatu zorilor
La greu coboris, verde alunis, galban paltinis.
Foaie da mugur da stinjen eu is baci aci la munte.
Cind rasare mindru soare ias cu turma pe razoare,
Cind rasare mindra luna zic, codrului noapte buna,
Si ma leagana frunza, si m-adoarme lin doina,
Si ma leagana gindu, si m-adoarme fluieru.
Mindra matraguna, iarb-a padurii, floarea padurii, lasa-ma sa te culeg,
Sub claru lunii, 'n mijlocu padurii, din gradina Dinsalor.
La mijloc da noapte deasa, luna singura dascoasa, vraja sigura sa iasa.
Stapinele ale vintului, Dusmanele ale pamintului
Stati in urma-mi, calea da mi-i da, vraja da la sine sa facea.
Pe nalt virf da magura, ceata si negura
Da jos, jos din vale, pina hat... in zare...
Si din munte-n munte, si din plai in plai, pina-n piatra-n piatra,
(Muntii cu risii, codrii cu ursii, magurile cu fiarele, bitcele cu ciutele
Stincile cu vulpile, dumbravi cu izvoarele, tati adinc priveau... si sa minunau.)
In vinturi si-n volburi, din vinturi aruncat, si trimes, in putu cu jgheab
Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu cugetu.
Si pre calea ratacitilor, inspre Ursu Mare... 'n Tara da Sus.
Ceru megies, sfatosenia graieste.
(Codru sa cutremura, ulmi si brazi sa clatina, fagi si paltini sa pleca,
Fruntea da i-o racorea, mina da i-o saruta si cu freamat da-l plingea.)
Sa masoare pamintu, pamintu cu umbletu, si ceru cu fulgeru.
In cringu cerului, din sorbu pamintului.
Zau!
P-un drum in dasis, la vechi alunis
La picior da munte, pe dealuri marunte,
Prin plaiuri tacute, da vinturi batute,
Noaptea-n codrii ma apuca, codrilor le sunt naluca
Naluca purtata, din vechi vremi uitata.
Verde mugur brad da munte, pe dealuri marunte,
Cu plaiuri tacute, da vinturi suflate si da ploi udate,
Nedei si sintilii, iata, intre munti si deal, glas navalnic greu rasuna, din vazduh.
Pretutindeni 'ncet s-aduna, la foc; da sub clar da luna!
Hora apriga sa-ncinge, muntilor ii tie chinge,
Sa unesc, si-n tara asta, cea da dincolo o trec,
Tirg da dat. Da dind dai, muntelui pe loc te tai. Ii-esti!
[English translation:]
Towards the rocky spring, in the thick forest, thick and dark
He left at dawn... dew and fog... not grazed yet,
Dew on the feet, fog on the meat.
Eighteen hours till sunset.
Up in the sky, beams of the sun, daybreak
A steep descent... the hazel wood's green, the sycamore grove's yellow.
Green is the iris's bud... shepherd am I, here, in the mountains.
When the sun rises I take my flock on the balks
When the moon rises I tell the woods good night
And the leaf is swinging me, and the doina's soothing me,
And the thought is swinging me, and the pipe is soothing me.
Fairy Belladonna, grass of the woods, flower of the woods, let me pick you up
In moonlight, in the middle of the forest, in Their garden
In the depth of a thick night, the lonely moon unstitches to let the spell take place.
Masters of the Wind, Earth's Enemies
Stay behind me, show me my way; make the spell take shape, all by itself.
On the high top hill, fog and darkness (negura)
From deep down the valley, till far in the distance.
From mountain to mountain, from realm to realm, from stone to stone
(Mountains' lynx, forests' bears, beasts of the hills
Foxes of the rocks, springs of the groves, all of them were gazing and wondering.)
From within winds and whirlwinds thrown away towards the stars
To measure the earth with his steps and the sky with his thought.
On a path of the lost, towards Ursu Mare... up the Upper World.
The near sky speaks the secret wisdom.
(Woods were quaking, firs and elms were shaking, beeches and sycamores were bending,
Cooling his forehead, kissing his hand, weeping upon him with their sigh.)
His steps measure the earth, his lightning the sky.
In the skies' grove... heart of the earth.
Indeed!
On a path through the thicket... at the old hazel wood
At the foot of a mountain, on the lowest hills,
Through silent fields blown by winds,
Caught by night in the woods - I am their long-forgotten apparition.
Green fir's bud up in the mountains, on the lowest hills,
On silent fields blown by winds, and by rains,
Behold, between the mountains and the hills, a mighty voice is echoing from above.
From everywhere they gather round the fire, in moonlight!
Round dance begins, it holds the mountains,
They become one, and bring the other land into this one,
A trade! By giving thou give, you're mountain's own... you're being it!

Под нежен лъх на вечер ароматна
забулени в мек копринен прах
заспиват в миг простори необятни
че светъл ангел ръси сън над тях
Капки тропат по ковчега
заваля и времето тъжи
Слънце грееше до вчера
но днес в скръб се потопи
Безчет звезди се стичат в небесата
на светъл пир призвани от нощта
И в кротко упоение душата
заспива в златния скут на вечността
Капки тропат по ковчега
заваля и времето тъжи
Слънце грееше до вчера
но днес в скръб се потопи

it stands against a bleak horizon
a monument and crown
we built it high and strong
immortal stronghold
stone by stone was cast on
buried soil beneath, humiliated
pitiless sign of warning
we hail death and our world's demise
the sound of the knell splits the heavens. Eden, earth
bitter devastation and utter defeat
rejoicing in ourself
out final triumph
refuge
that's where
we meet
swallowed my friend in misery
I crumble and fall next to her
a touch
I awake
she is not there
through the fumes I rise above
darkened skies that we have conquered
dead air I breathe to flee
the scum that we have bred
I roam alone and feel the horrid stale stench
thrust into swaying darkness
modern futile death we gave the wilderness
which I gave back to us
a foe made by our own hands
killed all but ourselves
behold a battlefield abandoned
a shame, ruined disgrace to all mankind
what there lies
is not anything worth dying for
but to turn away and run

Pigment pale and figure frail
I feel your hands tremble in mine
As you rest your head on the motel bed
Asking what's left behind
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
For playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
And beautiful clothes
Who's to tell of the quiet hell
Cast in your soul
Burning you down
A patient too sick to wait
You sought to medicate
You meant to feel better
But all you feel is nothing now
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
For playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
And beautiful clothes
When you take a bow
And the curtains close
They will applaud you
For playing the role
Of a wretched child
With a bleeding nose
An empty stomach
And beautiful clothes
When you take a bow