Cult of Erinyes
A Place to Call My Unknown
1. Call No Truce
(lyrics by Mastema)
Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness
Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day
His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries
Damned soul, but who will believe it?
Anonymous, misunderstood, unknown rebellion
His life is a contradiction in a paradoxical world
His logic is uncertain but his heart is not
Heir to a different thought, the greatest wealth that is
Convinced to be on the right track, though he has no guides
Desperate to feel superior, not sure of the reasons why
A revolutionary without a collective, is he doomed to disappear?
Condemned to silence, but is he really?
There are so many questions he can’t answer
So much shame he can’t cope with
The helplessness is repugnant, but he’s still in denial
Scratching the surface, defining new principles
Breathing their animosity, he’s surrounded by their fears
Intimidated by their broken dreams
Still lost in this chaos
History is on its way and it never, it never betrays
He knows the impossibility of his desires
He’s lying to all but himself, he’s building a fortress
He must dig the black and rocky earth tirelessly
Without knowing if it will reveal the keys he’s seeking
Life against the tide, a passion still intact
A common, faceless hero of a cause not yet known
Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness
Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day
His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries
Damned soul, but who believes it?
2. Insignificant
(lyrics by Mastema)
Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of conversations
A sense of well-being and comfort
A remedy against loneliness
You think you're protected, you think you can feel their warmth
The illusion of being somebody, of serving a purpose
An insignificant part of an immeasurable whole
Outside the skies are gray, broad spaces frighten you
Living away from windows, the unease gnaws your guts
Seems the night will swallow you, will erase you at last
Pointless existences, interchangeable lives
A springboard to anonymity, absolute hypocrisy
A world on the brink of implosion
Sharing turns into an exhibition , pride’s parade
The price to pay to overcome the feeling
That freezes your heart and wakes you up at night
Egos business, the final stage
Accessing this better world only made your fall harder
Alone, so desperately alone in the blinding lights
You cried out for the last time in the damp and black night
A wounded animal playing its last card
You were never found, you were never heard
You were never in any light, you never left the darkness
All eyes passed straight through you
You were already invisible, you were already dead
Now that you're gone they are still watching
Now that you’re gone, they’re still talking to you
You don’t even need to exist, you never existed
All eyes passed straight through you
You were already invisible
You never existed
3. Ísland
(lyrics by Mastema)
Never again will he see his homeland
Thirteen weeks of an even horizon
All but one have lost hope
In his eyes they can still see the fire
After endless days of blindness
As the fog finally lifts
He gathers his men on deck
So all can see the unsettled island
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
The silence translates fear and wonder
No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away
This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods?
They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains
Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice
Violent contrasts, improbable harmony
Forbidden territory, enigmatic passions
First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing
Here they must obey the natural law
The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere
Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
I’m starting to think that we’re not here by chance
They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order
Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man
Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever
Yet they know there’s no turning back
Passion will burn ‘til the earth’s final outcry
4. A Thousand Torments
(lyrics by Sehie & Mastema)
Spawn of hatred, spawn of sorrow
Repellent even to the gods
Born from a few drops of blood
Their glance must not be met
Their footsteps echo voices untold
Bewitching guides of the other side
Cold councilors fed by disarray
They take him to the kingdom of nothingness
He must tread on the decaying lands
In his ears, in his mind, the hoarse whisper
Of his executioners
Their footsteps echo voices untold
Bewitching guides of the other side
Cold councilors fed by disarray
Gazing one last time into the abyss
He carries out their last commandment
Lowering his lifeless eyes
To the putrid, infested, eternal soil
5. Permafrost
instrumental
6. Velvet Oppression
(lyrics by Mastema)
I can no longer hear but a deafening blast
Just a dull breath and this maddening buzzing
Life is still there, but it seems I can’t reach it
An immense black hole slowly invading my world
Terror and anger roar, yet no one is able to hear them
No time to look back, no time to plan ahead
No space left to rest, no space left to be alone
Overcoming, sure, but overcoming what?
Indolence or insolence, choose your path
Abundance is a fig leaf, an illusion thrown in their eyes
Someday they won’t know why they’re fighting no more
Flashing lights and unattainable dreams are all it takes to tame the lions
Everything is blurred in this uproar, millions of cards mixed together
Velvet oppression, so much more effective
Millions of us crushed in a ravishing silence
The whole world and so much more
In the palm of your hand
Your favorite life on a big screen
Truth or dream, it doesn't matter anymore
Screaming or crying, who can tell the difference?
Everything is stirred, mixed in a senseless maelstrom
I won’t feast on the fleshless carcasses they throw at us
All will end in a monumental outburst
And silence will finally reign
7. Black Eyelids
(lyrics by Mastema)
Waiting in this wormhole
For so many hours, so many days, I’ve lost count
No thought, no dreams, no nightmares
Just a vacant mind floating on rough seas
At my side, the living are like ghosts, friends and foes alike
The bodies around me terrify me, obsess me
Morbid mannequins, gruesome puppets
Their faces turned towards me
Even at night I can still see their black eyelids
Familiar faces appear to me in a dream
A brief moment of happiness, a ray of light
At 21, between life and death every day (again and again)
Anger has been quiet for long, bitterness too
There only remains the absence, the absence of me
Anxiety grips me like a lackluster home, a loveless family
My hands are shaking almost constantly
Their vacant stare haunts me
All I can see, all I can think of
Are their black, hideous eyelids
Around me this unbearable stench
Encouraging me to leave this place in a single leap
To smell the fresh air if only for a second
To stand on my feet and to see the horizon
My senses expand and evaporate
I cling to the cold ground as to life itself
Beyond this wall of earth, I imagine desolate fields
A glowing mist, bodies everywhere
Their faces turned to me, their black eyelids freezing my blood
Their black eyelids freezing my blood
Their lifeless eyes inviting me to join them
8. Thou Art Not
instrumental
9. Last Light Fading
(lyrics by Mastema)
Useless generation, aimless generation
Cynical generation, disillusioned generation
Disenchanted, you know we’ve grown tired
Year after year, decade after decade
Disenchanted, we got disconnected
The delusions of the past fraternize with the lies of the present
And tomorrow’s new certainties
The truth can’t be interpreted
We ain’t free to see all which was promised to us
We, we no longer believe
We like to think it’s a choice, we believe we’re refusing submission
We follow the guidelines, we follow the policies
We follow the procedures, we follow the routine
Disenchanted, you know our dreams were shattered
We’re animals, puppets in a greater game
Resisting has become a trend
Behind the appearance, there is nothing
Just a tremendous void
We’re rotting corpses, we refuse to believe
Hopes and dreams seem untouchable
The wise man told me things were harder in his days
Must be the only lie he’s willing to believe in
Filled with rage or compassionate, how can we get out of this maze?
We live in doll houses, we die in glass prisons
Our freedom today gets lost in the cacophony
But some are still struggling to resign, still struggling to comply
The frustration gnaws like rust
From disappointment to despair, from resentment to regret
Everything may collapse, everything may be questioned
But I’ll never extinguish the very last light hidden deep within
They will never find the key to close this last door
Disenchanted, not extinguished
Disenchanted, not extinguished
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