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| Renovatio (Renewal & Relapse) | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas, Matt Brand) A mirror image of my face Down in my soul, a deep, dark place Thence beckons me, with tears implores To join it on th’ Acherontic shores Come and see what I have done But, pray, do not tell anyone You know the world is bound to burn And so I wait to watch it turn Painting pictures of myself For more than all, I love myself I am most glad that you could come It’s barren here, and bleak and glum I paint my fears in hues of red And when I love, I love myself And should I die, you’ll sink down dead Please help me now, I hurt myself When you feel the warm flow, then The pain is lessened once again | |
| Doomstone | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) I’ve been waiting all my life to see the light Now I’m fading, I’ll be amongst the stars tonight I’m the mirror of when time had first begun All shall be clearer, I’ll be staring right into the glowing sun Lay me low, set a tombstone at my head Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed Just send me on with living memories carved in lifeless stone I shan’t be gone although the shades of life are shed I’m on my own where the feet of future generations tread So I wander, a pilgrim in a paradigm I pace and ponder, amidst the ravages of time I’ll sleep, laugh and hope no more No more self-deception No more blinding lies, as the truth needs no disguise beyond schemes of perception Laid to rest with a tombstone on my brow The alkahest of powers stronger holds me now I’ll have my will, within the golden halls I’ll quaff As time stands still, I’ll raise my cup to my own epitaph I’ll lisp the words which represent the body in its stead And they’ll be heard by the living and the sullen dead Lay me low, set a tombstone on/at my head Just let me go with a rock in time to shield my bed And at the raising of my cup, there will be read, my epitaph By the leaden tongues of the living and the dead Who congregate, where all equate, as time stands still, within the shade – So I wander – | |
| Ho Theos Erchetai | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) I’m standing here in time and space A king and priest o’ th’ Adamantine race I gaze into majestic skies The moon, the sun chase before my eyes This frolic wanton astral dance: A childhood dream of happenstance Within this realm King Chaos lent From Nothing’s texture nothing rent In the threat of destruction Lies the spell of life renewed O’er this first, foremost reduction The spirits of the Waters brood I’m standing here in time and space I behold the true Godhead’s face The terrors of proud mortal life But monuments of corrupted strife Promise of the mystic union: Past and present come to merge Covenant of divine communion In the cataclysmic surge I’m gazing at the astral bliss The portal to the vast abyss Within this realm King Heaven claimed This element for mankind tamed From the word of creation The catastrophe is here This the core of execration I face the terror without fear Ho Theos Echestai is a feeble tribute to the grandeur that is Paradise Lost. | |
| In The Shade | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) A cross of ore as an anchor weight And a golden coin to pass through the gate A poem into marble driven Ashes to the ocean given Forged in ice, thus youthful still Maggots feasting at their will May a skeleton from the gallows pend Or life in the fire flare to its end The soul departs on desert plains The gorge devours the last remains A corpse hung high upon the cross Wounds cut deep to relieve the loss A body in rich ointments laid All falls short of a tombstone in the shade | |
| Beneath, Beyond | |
| (Music: Jan Thomas, Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) Sleep well, sleep well, all is not said: My love sings every day And all that breathes in mournful song May well live on for aye (The Embrace) There’s cruelty and violence and lies like before It’s a cankerous society that wreathes outside of my door I’m in reclusion here, I’m all on my own Far, far away from that raging warzone The years took my pleasure, they hid my sunshine away Threatening each hour with the searing curse of dark decay So swiftly estranged from all I had known So quickly forgotten, deserted, alone Beneath, beyond, in my chamber on my own Beneath, beyond, I am lonely and alone And it’s only by moonlight that I open my door I’d fain see my loved ones as I used to do before But whence came that horror? – There’s no love in their eyes What fear grasps them when I try to kiss them good-bye? Beneath, beyond, in my chamber on my own Beneath, beyond, I am lonely and alone Beneath, beyond, am I meant to leave this all behind? I cannot wander, my tears have left me blind This is my cathedral, my castle and my citadel This is my seclusion, my shelter and my shell This is my safe château, my chamber and my cell This is my high heaven, my house, my hearse, my hell | |
| Dream A Dream | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) From the dawn’s edge comes the sun Every day, for everyone For dabs and fools, the masters of these years I try to hide my sanity From most of all humanity Its creed and call, ringing in my ears: “Let’s dream a dream and when we smile All was quite well worth the while Shoo the tear that taints the day And happy come as happy may” My brain may wreck and spirit flee From this cruel hypocrisy All that’s left, the only node Is this body as an abode Wherever I avert my eyes Bloom frilly, frothy, sweet, pink lies Whose syrup saps and drips into my sphere I laugh and laugh for vanity And quaff to bleak profanity I play my role, and roll on while I’m here Let’s dream a dream and when we smile All was quite well worth the while Shoo the tear that taints the day And happy come as happy may I dream a dream and when I smile All seems quite well worth the while Shoo the wretched tear away And happy come what happy may | |
| Psych-Icon | |
| (Music: Matt Brand, Jan Thomas / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) Materialised in astral light, condensed corona, aural sprite Lucid phosphors emanate, phantom template satiated Distorted, then vividified, erst nebulous, then de-mortified Luminous apparition hailed, spectre embalmed, transcendence veiled An image of the mind arising, captured in a picture frame Nimbus of the mind’s devising, dancing in th’ ethereal flame Psych-Icon: the living are still Psych-Icon: the dead walk at will Terminated substantial sight, the third eye opens, pure and bright Lucid dreaming regulated, mind control over souls belated From Plutonian spheres they glide, yon urnal realm where they abide By essence bodies medial deigned, insight, outsight, trans-sight gained An image of the mind arising, captured in a picture frame Nimbus of the mind’s devising, dancer never twice the same An image in the mind arising, translated into a picture-frame Light being undergoing concising, from state sublime to sensual shame Psych-Icon: the living lie still Psych-Icon: the dead walk at will | |
| Hors des sentiers battus | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Matt Brand) | |
| An Angel Tale | |
| (Music: Matt Brand / Lyrics: Jan Thomas) We don't see the sunlight dancing on the moon We don't gather wisdom from the weathered rune Walking through the wasteland of our squandered youth We stumble over fragments but don't accept the truth Man's on the brink, those gods-to-be They think they think but they cannot see That they're losing out We meet a wingless angel take him by the hand We nail him to the temple door because he cannot stand "What is thy charge?" we ask him, "why leav'st the hea'enly pool?" - "I was sent here to save you – I know now I was fooled." Man's on the brink, those gods-to-be They think they think but they cannot see They think they think but they cannot see That they're losing out | |
| DeadLove | |
| (Music & Lyrics: Jan Thomas) (You to me are all) No end to you, no end to me, our spring-time lasts forever In love, in love, for years and years whom Death’s spell doth not sever You to me are more than life You cradle me, I hold you tightly, we drown in our embraces I whisper softly and you lie quietly as the calm embalms our graces DeadLove – love is dead and alive DeadLove – love beyond the grave Trust’s as fragile as a feather, shared with someone to confide in The more time we spend together, the more you open up to me and let me see inside Into love beyond the grave Call it real love, love beyond the grave Call it real love, pure love Call it lust beyond the grave Call it real love, pure love, true love Call it love, DeadLove We part again, I wish good night and say a prayer: God keep your night You to me are more than life You to me are life and light |
