Disaffected
Vast
1. Cold Tranquility
Ignoble decimation
Stands by myself
As death remains
Pain and confusion
Transforming my life
Happiness, happiness... dies
Gazing the blur inside
Dream in this reality of... lies
Blackened self co-exists in
Burdens of grief now ascending me
Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold
Idolize thee
Ruler of the deepest
Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold
No joy to live
Alone but we're gathered
Within this host, a deny
Within this host
We are gathered
Alone... a deny
Idolize thee
Ruler of the deepest
Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold
Cold
2. No Feelings Left
Despair is queen of her own bleak bourne
Scattered through its wide domains
Tiny windows hanging in the void
Like mirrors left and castaway
Feel the eyes of despair upon you
Feel her hook catch and snag your heart
No feeling left or any last promise
No feeling left only this painful passion
Fearless through the gardens of grief
Neither I need sorrow or relief
I've got no feelings left
Her clammy cold skin, musky and pungent,
Like the skin snake crossing through your throat
As tangible as the old velvet, as a shredding rake-thin
Nothing is left untouched, nothing remains pure
I've got no feelings left
Feel the eyes of despair upon you
Feel the hook catch and snag your heart
Fearless into the gardens of grief
I've got no feelings left
"...the most faithful daughter of hate ‒ despair. Yet hate is just inverted and twisted love, but despair if nothingness and emptiness inside. Everyone of us has a little of that, as for myself, well, I think I've no..."
3. Unlimited Vision
"I was standing in darkness beholding the signs of ancient wisdom,
To evoke the pagan gods,
As old as time itself,
Only to reach through visions...
And now I'm standing before its unlimited vision
Rise forth, ancient ones, I've summoned you
From the depths of earth
Standing before this unlimited vision..."
Solving in the cauldron of our ancient makers
The mixed limbs of raw matter and the pure essence of it all,
More than just simple life or any complex diversity
More than any pattern of thought that you can bear in mind
Even before time
The complex simplicity of life
Standing before
This unlimited vision
Was acknowledged by the ancient one
Vision, vision
Now some claim to reach the realms of purity
But have they even seen the gleams of this quest?
Vision, vision
Are they even able to get close to it
By using unhuman like racional thoughts
I was standing in darkness
Beholding the signs of ancient wisdom,
To evoke the pagan gods,
Face its unlimited vision
Rise forth, ancient ones, I've summoned you
From the depths of earth
Standing before this unlimited vision
"...I believe in the tales of the ancient gods, creators of our world, who lay frozen in the depths of earth to rise one day and rule their land. This true belief can only be achieved through visions and I've been granted with that gift."
4. The Praxis Of The Non-Being
As I initiate this journey, wrapped in rhapsody of sounds
Wrapped in roses
Rejoicing at every footstep as the wind swinged in evasive frenzy
Like a buzzing of insects across the black
But enlightened night
As I initiate this journey, planned before I be,
Unseen by most, innocent in all its splendor,
A laying body cold, in contemplating joy
Exhales from the attempt, repent to get near
The praxis of the non-being
A lifeless body casts more than it is seen
Like memory forever lasts
The praxis of the non-being
Ever holding his secrets, ever... to be... revealed... destiny
Foresee the traceries the galaxies make, as they spiral through the void
And the intricate patterns the living make
A lifeless body casts more than it is seen
Like memory forever lasts
The praxis of the non-being
Ever holding his secrets, ever... to be... revealed... destiny
Smells like everlasting dust, remaining ashes
Leaving no footprints, lasting no shadow
The praxis of the non-being, a lifeless body casts
More than it is seen, like memory forever lasts.
"...the cult of the dead in the old Celtic necromancy, where one is never truly "dead" while he's still remembered by the living through his deeds, and after all the dead are just sleeping..."
5. Dreaming I
Mother hear... I claim at your immensity
Reach for my hand, into your silent throne
Entwine my body and deliver me
Enchant this body, fill me with supremacy
Command me and trust me your gardens...
6. Dreaming II (Another Form)
Night... oh, dark mother
Guide me... through my thoughts
Dreaming... of another form
Oh, night... dark mother
From the mountain top I'll wait for your sign
Take me... for I'm yours...
Reach for my hand, into your silent throne
Entwine my body and deliver, deliver me again
Oh, night... dark mother
Mother hear... I claim at your immensity
Reach for my hand, into your silent throne
Dreaming...
"...it's an ode to all creatures of the night who trust their sleep in the hands of Morpheus to carry them with his wings far across the lands of desire and delight..."
7. Allusion
[Instrumental]
8. Dead Like My Dreams
Dead ‒ like my dreams
Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead...
I now acknowledge
As my senses relaps
Melting within the absurd
And unfounded deep
Remould me at your image
Disincarnate me
Control me, replace me
Expose all my will
I've denied my vow ‒ control me
Drown my, grind me
Dead ‒ like my dreams
Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead...
I cannot confront the shattered
The twisted belief of gods omnipotence
Dead ‒ like my dreams
Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead...
"...this song is about a kind of living dead people. The sort of individuals who don't have dreams of don't believe in them, they are dead actually living only to fulfill someone else's dream. Of course I'm a believer."
9. Desire Me Not
Child, listen to me, child
I'll take you into the land of dreams
Where you shall forever be...
Child, listen to me, child
There's a place for you in my dreams
But desire me not more than my flesh
You can flow in seas of trust
Like stars from the old stream
But do not ever want more
From me than you can take
All I can give you is only what can be seen
But never can you reach my soul
And desire my not more than my flesh
"...be strong, o man! Lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear no that any gos shall deny thee for this, I am alone: There is no god where I am"
-- From "Liber al vel legis", A. Crowley
10. Vast - The Long Tomorrow
Rising from the sleep into the grasp of Eternal
Like the dust of star adrifting into space
Like the threatened twinkling of a distant star
Darkened within me now as I melt
Forging in dust
Ever lasting substance solved in the open sphere
The melting of elements mixing in a timeless frame
Building my new structure with the essence of space
As my spectre becomes one with the universe - vast
I'm here - I'm there
I'm now - everywhere
Vast - I'm now resting for eternity
The basis of my self-being has overcame
Vast - melted the immense
One with the universe one with god
My presence is melted
With the substance with the universe
I'm one with the universe, one with god
"...it is my believe that when one dies the esense of his soul will be absorbed and mixed with the vastness of our universe, it's a kind of a symbolic rebirth as you return to where you came from: the big wide Cosmos..."
11. ...And Flesh Will Be My Bride
You flesh will be my bride
Your sweet tasteful flesh
Will now be my bride
Swanped in the fluids
Into the vortex of forms
Touching the uncenced veil
Your sweet tasteful flesh
Will now be my bride
Awaken from lethargic state
Swanped into the fluids
In the vortex of forms
Your flesh will be my bride
The sleepers now awaken
Your sweet tasteful flesh
Will be my bride
Inhale the acrid stench
As it slowly spreads
The malignant growing inside
Feeding upon your flesh
Swanped in the fluids
Into the vortex of forms
Touching the uncenced veil
Awaken from lethargic state
Swanped into the fluids
In the vortex of forms
Bursting from within
As disease penetrates
Deep into your inwards
Antropomorphia
Your flesh will be my bride
The sleepers now awaken
Your sweet tasteful flesh
Will be my bride
Your flesh will be my bride
"...disease and illness, with whom we're married even before we're born, will feast upon our carcass 'til we rot..."
12. Thou Art Lord
[originally by Acheron]
José Costa ‒ Vocals
Sérgio Paulo ‒ Guitars
António Gião ‒ Bass
Fátima Gerónimo ‒ Keyboards
Joaquim Aires ‒ Drums
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