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Reincarnation
06:34
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My son your eyes are red and gold
For the world is full of mystery!
Alas your tragedy unfolds;
The frustration of your industry.
Fear not for life is but a phase
And a journey of the soul.
You were born into a universe
Which you never can control.
Death - Death comes unbidden!
Truth - remains well hidden!
Birth - is a transition!
Choice - beyond decision!
When I die I shall live again and in the End
We Transcend!
How can we try to understand the Sarabande;
The reaper's hand?
Behold the world remains so cold and the mist it veils our vision!
And yet the beating heart is old. Out of the tomb where it has risen.
For the temple of the earth, it lies right beneath our feet.
And a prophecy of lives to come visits us in our sleep!
Hear; Now the prophet speaks with words of Fire!
And the truth of life and death - at once they shall transpire!
I feel the ghostly hand of death upon my shoulder!
And yet I do not feel the fear!
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Communion With Ghosts
06:53
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Here! Alone! In the darkness I pray.
To the Spirits that dwell beside me.
To the Face in the grey.
Here in the darkness, as the world becomes still.
I speak to the voices as my blood becomes chill.
Await their responses, as the shore before the tide.
And feel the trepidation surmount and subside.
Hear from the Dark and the voices between!
Stray from this world as if life is a dream!
Hear Them!
Hear Them!
A hand at my shoulder, a familiar face.
Grants a sense of reassurance,
A step closer to grace…
Here in the darkness, as the world becomes still.
I speak to the voices as my blood becomes chill.
Await their responses, as the shore before the tide.
And feel the trepidation surmount and subside.
Out of the ether the faces appear;
The voice, it is clear. Abandon all fear!
And listen in awe to the words they impart.
Hold close to my heart before they depart.
Strike witching hour and invite a communion with ghosts
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Babylon
03:54
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Dig clay from the ground and paint it with pitch,
And climb to the sky on a tower of bricks.
To walk into heaven and talk with the gods
Ignoring their edict and breaking their laws.
But what the gods give they can thus take away,
Conspire together and act to betray.
The tribes they are scattered, the city undone.
Pass out of memory the unified tongue.
The ziggurat grows with the lust and desire,
A monolith born out of steel, brass and wire!
Call forth the devil's, evoke the great djinn!
And build them great temples exalting their sin.
Fall to your knees before Nebuchadnezzar,
And forfeit your life to your passion and pleasure!
Climb to new heights on glory and pride,
And pray that the clay at your feet won't subside!
In Babylon - Marduk arise!
Twin rivers flow from the tears in her eyes!
Chaos released to destroy and infect
'Till bested in war and ensnared in his net!
The channel is dug, the water shall flow,
And out of the desert the meadow shall grow!
The gardens they hang with the vine and the flower!
The palaces gleam with their ensorcelled power!
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Sapphires and Garlic
00:37
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Cossack
06:47
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See the two headed Eagle as it flies above the plains.
Does it remember the names of every hero that has fallen on this sacred ground?
Crying victories sound!
Sapphires!
Sapphires and garlic in the mud.
The noble vein will bleed a richer blood!
Blood, shed by the drumming of a passioned heart.
Stain the soil dark and rich!
Bear your teeth and beat your breast!
Put your mettle to the test!
Do not rest until it's done!
The cry of victory upon your tongue!
Here is where the heathen princes dwell!
A land tilled not by horse and plow but by shot and shell.
Restless and resolute between the Kaiser and the Tzar.
But every tyrant who dared to venture here has had his dignity marred!
Lo! The spirit defies both the East and the West and never shall attest to the weaknesses; only witnesses to a lifetime of courage and fortitude!
Bear your teeth and beat your breast!
Put your mettle to the test!
Do not rest until it's done!
The cry of victory upon your tongue!
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Kaval
04:10
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Come to me, ecstasy in thee I see.
Bold and Free in the bloom of your beauty.
Like the dawn wake the satyr and the faun.
Cast away inhibition and dismay!
Oh Aurora, gentle dawn, place your mantle on the horns.
Milk and bread an offering to set before the antlered king.
Anoint the blood upon the face and lose myself in your embrace.
About the circle we shall dance and lose ourselves in dalliance.
So! You seek tragedy,
Forsaking the warnings you should have believed.
Staggering, broken, so lost and deceived
While stooping to grasp at your own dignity.
Now! By the cruel light of day.
Your Mirth and your Joy has all turned to dismay!
Nocturnal magics retreat and decay.
You fall to your knees in repentance and pray.
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7. |
Caravanserai
01:31
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8. |
My Will Made Manifest
07:23
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I’ve died a thousand times and I shall die a thousand more!
I am present in the binding of love,
I am present in the violence of war!
So raise your sabre against the sun
And tilt your lance against the moon,
And when the sun and moon are done
You'll reach to grasp the hand of doom!
I raise my sabre t’wards the sun!
And tilt my lance against the moon.
I begin to understand the power wielded by my hand.
As the potter turns the clay, I shall shape the world my way!
The web of life is spun and the moon shall eat the sun.
In pursuit of passion’s lust we shall pass from dust to dust!
Through Imaginations Vision
My Will Made Manifest
Through Imaginations Vision
We Cross The Astral Planes
My Will Made Manifest
I raise my sabre t’wards the sun!
And tilt my lance against the moon.
And turn and face the empty place,
A world devoid of time and space
Reach out and grasp the hand of doom!
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