Cemetery Of Scream - The Event Horizon lyrics
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Tracks 01. Prophet
02. Ganges 03. Komatrance 05. Cold Obsession In My Eyes 06. Absinthe 07. The Secret Window 08. Burial Ground 09. In His Room 10. Where Next? 01. Prophet
He had no eyes
He saw much more than us Fire in his hands Stigmata of the universe He came to reign Over our dying world Nobody knew him And he knew everyone by name There in his book So many dates, so many fates There in his book of death Your final scream and my last breath Mysterious signs Symbols and scribbles everywhere On every yellowed page All in his book of death He said no word Yet we had to obey His silent orders We understood them very well Inside the ring Of cosmic energies He shaped black matter Using the strongest gravity There in his book So many dates, so many fates There in his book of death Your final scream and my last breath Mysterious signs Symbols and scribbles everywhere On every yellowed page All in his book of death Stigmata of the universe... Cos he knew everyone by name... We understood them very well... Feeling the strongest gravity... 02. Ganges
In the holy river Ganges
In the river of karma and souls Shiva speaks to the Goddess Kali Gently breezes carry his voice In the holy river Ganges Pilgrims wash away their sins And the water kisses their bodies Like the priestess of your dreams At the Sati ritual fires burn and burn Flames will quickly take you down You will drown in flames In the sacred river Ganges In the river of spirits and blood Shiva speaks to the Goddess Kali Kali will respect no god On the hill there is a graveyard Where the fire people lie Those who cannot ever be there To the river are sacrificed At the Sati ritual fires burn and burn Ganges endless waves still flow But the ashes change In the blessed river Ganges There are many skulls and bones Shive speaks to the Goddess Kali Kali wants to kill us all No more room for Kama Sutra If you wish to stay alive You are waiting for a new star Maybe in another time Take a dive into the waters Swim and search the gate inside You may find a lot of wonders You may break it open wide 03. Komatrance
In the web of dreams
In the well of nightmares In the world of her coma She's playing her game She belongs to the clan Half-alive, half-dead Her astral body Stronger than her mortal shell Sleepwalking Still talking She's stalking Sleepwalking Sleepwalking Still talking She's stalking Sleepwalking She is in her sleep Her prey somnambulist! She is in her sleep Her prey somnambulist! In distorted rooms Corridors to nowhere In the depths of her coma She has found her home She's no longer alone Forever she belongs there Her astral body Stronger than her mortal shell Sleepwalking Still talking She's stalking Sleepwalking Sleepwalking Still talking She's stalking Sleepwalking She is in her sleep Her prey somnambulist! She is in her sleep Her prey! 05. Cold Obsession In My Eyes
A rude awakening, I realize
There's cold obsession in my eyes An alien face that I've to show Belonged to me some years ago I'm not myself I've killed my feelings, I'm soulless ice There's cold obsession in my eyes My second mind comes out again Now filled with hatred and with pain I'm not myself Don't bullshit me with all that fiction Your propaganda's the worst addiction I don't believe a word you say I wanna have and walk my way You hide from death in lies of life But then you die, who'll tell me why? Although so young, I'm old and wise There's cold obsession in my eyes Facing my fears, I lose the fight My soul is black and knows no light I'm not myself I've killed my feelings, I'm soulless ice There's cold obsession in my eyes Don't bullshit me with all that fiction Your propaganda's the worst addiction I don't believe a word you say I wanna have and walk my way You hide from death in lies of life But then you die, who'll tell me why? 06. Absinthe
In the vapours of opium
In a smoky Paris salon Like a black and white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty stares Hissing snakes around their necks You are there but you don't care Absinthe in your mind and body Wormwood taste inside your mouth See that masquerade of shadows Hear the voices in your head And you're writing drunken poems And you're kissing your sweet muse Candles burning on the tables And the night belongs to you You you you you... Every day is forgotten When you dive into the madness And her snake is your totem It's a kind of deja vu Drinking more Smoking more Fame and glory at your door Break the seal Get unreal You are there but you don't care Absinthe in your mind and body Wormwood taste inside your mouth See that masquerade of shadows Hear the voices in your head And you're writing drunken poems And you're kissing your sweet muse Candles burning on the tables And the night belongs to you You you you you... Early dawn you are half awake Heavy eyes and a dizzy head What's a dream, what is real life? You're just waiting for another night 07. The Secret Window
Slow and majestic, it grew up
Just like divine creepers of vine Once in the rain, then in the sun And in the morning misty clouds Emotionless and still unchanged Emotionless and still unchanged In the tomb of thoughts Sarcophagus of youth That torments me on The diary of my days Written by the past The treasure of my life Which I hold dear Right here, in my heart So deep within me Inside of me Slow and majestic, it grew up The emptiness within my heart Under the moon, under the stars And in the evening misty clouds So merciless and cold like ice So merciless and cold like ice Then it became my silent shroud The emptiness within my mind My secret window out of time With views and images there outside With landscapes always grey and white Always grey and white In the tomb of thoughts Sarcophagus of youth That torments me on The diary of my days Written by the past The treasure of my life Which I hold dear Right here, in my heart So deep within me Inside of me 08. Burial Ground
Winter forest
Winter patterns on the trees Trudging through the horny bushes Snow is cracking Underneath my feet Broken branches Shadows grey My eyes can hardly see So full of tears Winter forest I can hear chanting monks And his heart so cold and silent Which is calling Calling me to come Hungry ravens Looking down But I'm still alive The power of my will Is my only guide There within the woods My friend will be buried In the burial ground Outside of monastery I must see his funeral I must be there just in time Getting late and getting dark Where's the path I cannot find Winter forest Fading whispers in the wind You rest somewhere six feet under Snow has covered All the memories Hungry ravens Looking down But I'm still alive The power of my will Is my only guide There within the wood My friend has been buried In the burial ground Outside of monastery I have seen his funeral And no comfort will I find 09. In His Room
In his room - an alien aura
Glass-pipes, mortars, golden vessels He knows all, but he must hurry Working on what seems so precious He's gonna turn this steel into gold Applying magic and isung his Stone The artifact he stole from the gods He'll pay the price - and he says: why not? Like any searcher, he'd never give up He keeps on trying to see what is what He sold his soul a long time ago He'll pay it back when death takes its toll In his room - an alien aura Glass-pipes, mortars, golden vessels He know all, but he must hurry Working on what seems so precious In the world he cannot enter Something strange is soon to happen And he had better find the centre Of this complicated pattern Although so close, he ain't reached his goal Can't stop the race against the clock He's gonna turn this steel into gold He's got the key but it don't fit the lock His bleeding hands no longer feel pain Why must he do it again and again? Another move and another try The later answer - the sooner he'll die He's aware of the things to come He should end what he has begun Wishes he could have more time In the cards - a cruel future There is a crack across the mirror That's a very scary picture And it's slowly getting nearer In the world he cannot enter Something strange is soon to happen Will he ever find the centre Of this complicated pattern? 10. Where Next?
The traveller has come many miles
He's tired, half closing his eyes No thoughts - only peace in his mind What once was is now left behind He can't yet decide where to go And can't really say yes or no The sun's going down to the west The traveller feels ready to rest |