Caliban
A Small Boy and a Grey Heaven
1. Intro
2. Arena of Concealment
The image of the world
I live in, born into,
to fall into oblivion,
is one huge arena of
illusion and deceit!
Nothing's real!
Certain call
and the show starts.
The show starts!
Commonness and self-laceration
against the unceasing,
unceasing lape of redemption.
Certain call
and the show starts.
Commonness and self-laceration
against the unceasing
lape of redemption.
Clowns,
the masters of disguise
are man's prototype.
My fear of the future increases.
This arena is crowded
with clowns!
Certain call
and the show starts.
Just one tear
releases a violent river!
Certain call
and the show starts.
The show starts!
Commonness and self-laceration
against the unceasing,
unceasing lape of redemption.
Clowns,
the masters of disguise
are man's prototype.
My fear of the future increases.
Certain call
and the show starts.
Just one tear
releases a violent river!
3. In My Heart
The heaviness of my heart
seems a burden to me.
Whatever they preach,
I have to look for people like me.
And so,
so I have to join
the wrong unmindful
of virtue.
I am eager for the pleasure
of love more than for salvation.
I am seized by desire but I have
to keep the darkest night,
hidden in the depth of my heart.
It's the most bitter fate,
fate is against me
in love and virtue!
I am heartened by my promise,
I am downcast by my refusal!
My refusal!
There is nothing I need from anyone
expect love and respect.
And anyone who can't give me
those two things has no place in my life.
Be sure before I'll finish,
I intend to celebrate
this Hell I am involved in!
There is nothing I need from anyone
expect love and respect.
And anyone who can't give me
those two things has no place in my life.
Be sure before I'll finish,
I intend to celebrate
this Hell I am involved in!
4. Destruction
"Peace, peace?
I hate the word as I hate, Hell,
all Montagues and thee!"
Mandkind's birth
caused destruction,
two feelings of
love and hate.
Destruction!
Manipulation is the way
to hide the truth.
You control your feelings
to reach your aims.
You check up the thoughts
to press upon your decision.
Lies on the world,
they are crossing the land
until there is one world
with one lie.
One world, one lie!
You control your feelings
to reach your aims.
You check up the thoughts
to press upon your decision...
One world, one lie...
5. A Small Boy and a Grey Heaven
I turn inside of myself,
look back into my past,
into nothing.
The best time in life
are barely present.
I wish I could go back,
tell that nice little boy
to be stronger, to be brave.
But I can't,
he had his chance.
I burn, I scream,
I despair on...
I despair on these
thoughts of the past.
I realize that I had barely lived,
but just existed.
It's too late now,
and my thoughts feed
on this grief.
The grief creates tears
that burn my skin.
Unable to ease the pain!
I float in hoplessness,
for the time is gone
and the boy is a man now.
The end is a beginning
for everything flows and
we live to change.
We live to learn,
we live to change...
The future's still open
and to be lived like the past
has been wasted.
With hope in my heart
I look forward...
6. Skit I
7. A Faint Moment of Fortune
Moonlight!
A glance of the moon
into my blurred eyes.
The darkness gives way
to the beauty of the evening light.
And in a faint moment,
in this sheer endless time
of despair and thought.
Everything seems right,
but it ain't and my soul drowns
in self-pity.
It's so damn hard
to keep one's face,
to do the right thing...
Moonlight,
beautiful moonlight,
give back my heart to me.
8. Skit II
9. Supervision Until Death
Tortured by the agaony
of self-laceration,
full of pain and fear.
My sense of self-preservation
keeps me alive.
The whole way of life
paved by affliction and danger.
More and more I recognize
the cruelty of reality.
Reality, the greatest
plot of life!
One walks, talks, sees,
breathes, but doesn't live.
One walks, talks, sees,
breathes, but doesn't live.
No, rather serve
this growing edifice.
One walks, talks, sees,
breathes, but doesn't live.
Controlsour of so called life.
Death gives way to the living,
straight into freedom.
Way out of this edefice,
everyone a brick in this stonework.
Death gives way to the living,
straight into freedom.
Way out of this edefice,
everyone...
Day by day more people live in it,
hour by hour their power rises
and inevitably steals our breath.
Day by day more people live in it!
Death gives way to the living,
straight into freedom.
Way out of this edefice,
everyone a brick in this stonework.
Day by day more people live in it!
Day by day more people live in it,
hour by hour their power rises!
10. Always Following Life
Blizzards reign,
the fires by the pool.
Their cold heat set
ablaze my burning soul,
embodiment at least.
A fear rises,
the storm calms
the choirs forever.
Maybe even death!
The birds move forward
and try to escape!
Always following life!
My fire, an ice desert, I burn.
Laughter experiences death,
the death experiences life.
Blizzards reign,
the fires by the pool.
Their cold heat set
ablaze my burning soul!
Always following life!
I burn, laughter
experiences death.
11. Pollution
You look back
and the oceans
are colored black.
Animals are going sick!
The reason is the black slick,
no green is able to remain!
You look back
and the oceans
are colored black.
Animals are going sick!
By the toxic acid rain
that's called pollution...
12. Sylca
13. Intolerance (Ignorance II)
My hope, our world's bursting
due to the closed minded thinking
of the shortsighters.
Grinning faces watching me,
scared by my individuality.
But these ridiculous attempt
will only leave me stronger.
I'm living for myself
and not for anyone else!
My fire will burn eternally,
I won't accept your intolerance.
Grinning faces watching me,
scared by my individuality.
But these ridiculous attempt
will only leave me stronger.
I'm living for myself
and not for anyone else!
My fire will burn eternally,
I won't accept your intolerance.
14. De Rebus Que Gerunter
What urge me to do right?
The emptiness ,the conciousness
of living in the void of the feral.
Muting against the
vacant, the cold void.
The incensed endeavour to
rescing the fact of vacuty
to be doomed neverthless.
My imagination, just symbols
or repressed desires?
Vision of adoration and death?
And the disillusion of living in
a world that has to be rescued.
What urge me to do right?
The emptiness ,the conciousness
of living in the void of the feral.
Muting against the vacant...
An age that is sainted
to mental decline.
An age that is sainted
to mental decline.
An age that is sainted
to mental decline.
And my incapability
to struggle for liberation.
My last minute
should not be marked
by the realization
that I never really lived.
15. Outro
"I hate the world!"
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