The Chasm
			Awaiting the Day of Liberation (demo)

1. The Cosmos Within

Sensuality of the Imortality
in the dimension of laments
with the extreme anxieties of a third eye
showing a lost paradise...

We lie in the cosmic tomb
Awating the day of liberation

Searching the unreal past
when the breeze echoes in my face
I'll enter in my mind
As I'll gather illusions
not loosing the purest hate,
but the shining hope
...the shining hope...

Triangular atmosphere
structured by my fears
the icosahedron day of phases
formulate the reborn of my exitence


(as) I see the sun
with the cover frost,
the cosmos within.

This is the open road,
with pain and mourn
the eternal pale moonlight
touch my morbid curiosity

I'm the cosmos as I'm my self
surrounded by the hypocrisy
and I've tasted the bitter dust
and my heart lies therein...


2. Stair to Aspirations

Thru the consequences
I've known that the birds see everything
in the red sky so dense
as I wait in the floor of limitations

My delightful pain and grief
eyes filled with mourning
ashes burned prosperity
erotic mysticism of a abstract thoughts.

Following the stair to the pendulum
that controls the equilibrium of myself
feeling the call of the Chasm
I hope I'll never fall.

The windows are open
for a soul tired of search
my force is now unleashed
I claim for my throne's return

To search to wait, to feel
to blaspheme in the god's dream
as I go for my aspirations
the birds will sing with me...


3. Reality (Descend into The Chasm, I)

I'll hate...Till the spirit wither
Perish in tears...cold din,
Reality is fear...my stars feel
I fly...Shadows surround me
descend into the Chasm,
(I) fall into the Chasm...


4. The Gardens of the Blind

I embrace the rays of the moon
the day before tomarrow...
Amongst the stars, enraptured
and the clouds are my home
I will not cease from mental fight
nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
As I taste the bitter dust
the veil of sadness caresses me
Sleep on the gardens of the blind
I remember the child that I was
tortured by the terrenal existence
revenge, I feel th fexture of my hate
with the astonishing fly of my visions
I loved to ensoul the inner temple
to an odyssey for the ensphere
Summoning of my cold sun
the haze that sings with thee
Enter to the gardens of the blind
where only falsehood reigns
where the flowers are grey
where in grief I forever dwell...