DISAFFECTED LYRICS

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

"...Is about someone who's trying to find true strength within himself, to face up this world of shit... and that is making him more and more "cold" towards life, frozen his emotions..."

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 feelings left or any last promise
No feelings 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 is 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 ones

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 rational 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 relapse
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 me, 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 or 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 not that any god 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 stars 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 belief that when one dies the essence 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

Your flesh will be my bride

Your sweet tasteful flesh
Will now be my bride

Swamped 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
Swamped 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

Swamped in the fluids
Into the vortex of forms
Touching the uncenced veil
Awaken from lethargic state
Swamped 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]








DISAFFECTED LYRICS