Daughters, sons, river deaths
Faces pale like moons,
and hands, bright stars
Fair children, cradle water graves
Vast river, spirits, can you hear us pray?

Arise, hear my lullabies
How I wreck my broken love
upon unlived lives
Vast river, dark waters
I drown in lament endlessly

Spirit guide, river stag arise
Eyes ablaze and steaming hide
Pull treasures from turbid waters
Tisza's child clothed in liquid light

Arise, awake, mystify
How I drowning bathe in rivers
that flood all hopes in water
Final lord, and I will fly to thee

When you whispered your secret
Floating afar on a winter's fog
You lashed your saint
So I sing my silent vow

Nothing in this world lives on, my friend
Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow

I need answers for my passion
I need answers to life's questions

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

The witching hour of this dream
Your eyes red from the salt of the sea
And the sucking voyage of the ache that came from me

Nothing in this world lives on, my friend
Nothing in this world brings back our silent vow

I need answers for my passion
I need answers to life's questions

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

In the bluish shade of the garden I contemplate
In the bluish shade of the grove I grow to hate
In the bluish shade I find the path of paths

The consequence of this love
The consequence of my first love

I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
I wish to live like all men
I was bound by many hopes
We have to pay the price

My new chant begins
No longer scared of my life

In your name, cruel sacrifice
Embrace my art
Love let me go
In your name, cruel goddess touch
Embrace this song, thy wind, thy womb

Virginal steps to be born
Embrace this flesh I need to know
Under dark moon wolf-skin throne
Flowered thy nymphs
Let flow thy womb

I don't need anyone
I don't love anyone
Embrace the art of letting go

Away washed in velvet tide
I tremble as I kiss your shores
I lay upon endless sands
Worship a voice beyond my own

On the plains of Nysa I die;
When I arise, I mourn alone
Your love fails me far from home
Embrace my art of letting go

I don't need anyone
I don't love anyone

Artemis, please be kind to me
My own wolves will soon devour me
Artemis, please be kind to me
My own wolves will soon devour me

Hymn to the Sun
To bright palace of gold sun
I fly on flaming steed
To steer my father's god wings
O please, fulfill my dream

My queen is the bright-haired sun
Herald young horse master
Crescendo the dawn chorus
Bow to bronzen pilot
As Pantheon blessed sky father
Fly to the gods:
Few mortals have flown on wings

Fierce idols drive blood son
Through black heavens
So how shall I dream?
I'll weave a new verse each dawn for you

I fear I follow illusion
Is this my final veil?
The mirage of the phoenix
From ashes daily arises

D'Oreste, d'Ajace
Ho in seno i tormenti

D'Aletto la face
Già morte mi dà

Squarciatemi il core
Ceraste, serpenti

O un ferro il dolore
in me finirà

My white canoe, like the silvery air
O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
When the moons of the world are round and fair
I paddle back from the Camp of Souls
When the wishtonwish in the low swamp grieves
Come the dark plumes of the red singing leaves

Two hundred times have the moons of spring
Rolled over the bright bay's azure breath
Since they decked me with plumes of an eagle's wing
And painted my face with the paint of death

The camp of souls
The camp of souls

And from thy pipe o'er my corpse there broke
The solemn rings of the blue last smoke

Two hundred times have the wintry moons
Wrapped the dead earth in a blanket white
Two hundred times have the wild sky loons
Shrieked in the flush of the golden light

The camp of souls
The camp of souls

They chanted above me the song of grief
As I took my way to the spirit land

For love is the breath of the soul set free
So I walk a river that darkly rolls
That my spirit may whisper soft to thee
Of thine who wait in the Camp of Souls
When the bright day laughs, or the wan night grieves
Come the dark plumes of red singing leaves

Once there was myth and mystery
Now we destroy our ancient verse, our history
The eyes of my comrades watching, they haunt me

Dream a sinking ship in waters green
Death down to fate
My sacrifice, sorrow fathoms deep
The vision of a golden country, it haunts me

Dome of fragile glass: hunger to thieve
Children shelter in paper arms, stolen refugees
The torture to confess not to betray, Love Ministry

Cold-hearted secrets lie mute in ice, no tongue to speak
What's always been and always it shall be lost to lies
These icy tongues of wordless thoughts
They've never been and never they shall be

Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
There have been three types of men

The low man to the high man

The rending of the world into three great superstates
Was long foretold in the halls of men

A floating fortress guards the secrets of the ocean ways
Fending the floodgates from the sword of truth

Since the machine

The meek and the low christen the kingdom's coming
Building the great machines of war
Men feed machines this century of the dark
Coming of the hour of the kingdom of night

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla

The act of war, destruction
Mankind cannot grow stronger

Teste Orwell cum Sibylla
Quantus tremor est futurus

Keep the wheels of knowledge turning

Power battles, power battles, highest hopes of men
Smell horses' breath and the sweat for lies
Three times I dreamt this verse; three times I cast my curse
As was foretold in the halls of men

Since the machine

The low man to the high man

Since recorded time and since the dawn of man
There have been three types of men

Upon the lake, upon the windless water
Swim down to me, beautiful bird
Mercy, stay not forever out of reach
I hear, I hear your evening song

Watered in blood in which I sink and drown
In flesh and by shackled flora bound
Feed the ache of this exile's alien song
I hear, I hear your evening song

Spirit bird, unbind my withered limbs
And cut me from this torment
Unchain me
Mercy, don't abandon me

Arrayed in pearl, blushing illuminate
Deep wounds, vast seas that rack and crush
Moonlight upon my throat
Tempest black

Mercy, stay not forever
I suffer your endless song
Here I choke

Replume, refire, ravage my unholy ghost
My heavenly mate, burning bright
Bloat and cry out, flame in the infinite
For all the world is spirits furnace

Old age, my god, love and white this blizzard night
All songs strangle under ice, flame out and die
Forsaken evermore; linger frozen everlasting song