SIEGES EVEN LYRICS

1. Tangerine Windows Of Solace

I. Alba

[Instrumental]

II. Epitome

"And dawn found him there wailing around
The somber remain of his past"

In days of innocence, in guarded, delusive idyll
Conceit ignited silently, at the burial of youth.

In repentant hours I was looking back
Into the future of a desolate past.

Too many coins thrown in fathomless wells
A wish out of reach:

Vague fragments of meaningless days
Performed in the light of flaring candle.

"And from the dregs of life hope to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give"

[David Hume, Scottish Philosopher, 1711-1776]

Memories fade again as dawn awakes.

III. Apotheosis

In hermitage I may wash away the pain.
Strongholds will ward off apathy.
Children, leave these walls for
Zephyr will look the ebon door.

Tears of dread stain a decript face,
Soak the garden and rust the brazen lock.
Morn sees a god in solitude
As torrid skies announce the daily drab.

Maniac laughter escapes a selfish mouth,
Silence is the answer as summer leaves the castle walls.

Autumn's golden scent perfumes his paradise
Yet northern skies fortell of dreary and darkened days

And the windows still remain untouched and barred,
They hide an anchorite who sighs for his private apotheosis.

Outside the autumn lord bids farewell, frightened by the old man's dream
Gives way to winter's icy reign, passing bells applauding in the haze.

IV. Seasons Of Seclusion (The Prison)

The ambition and transient desires
Breed muted walls of isolation.

Pouring rain soon turned into snow,
Covered the blossoms, a recluse heart
Spring and sun left the old man
Like the children who left with the dawn

Never to return

North wind came all wrapped in grey furs
To disclose the isolation that filled his inert soul
Velvet shades concealing the shadow of a man in
His lifeless world apart.

V. An Essay Of Relief (A Tangerine Dream)

Look far away, so deep within
Through windows of relief, over walls of vanity
Shallow seas drown the tireless rush that hurts
The artless soul, I wish I was there.
Wait by tranquil streams, there's no aspiring thought,
Neither sorrow nor conceit, no desponding word that
We live all in vain:

VI. Disintegration Of Lasting

Old man, is this you hoped to receive
From a life of content?
Look upon your burning world of solace torn
And pride forlorn, nothing remains.

"Through desolate oceans we reach a quiet shore,
Truthless prayers consume our search for lore.
Descend from fictive mountains of content and earthly fame,
We leave no trace but strongholds built in vain."

VII. Elegy (Window Of Perception)

[Lyrics: M. Steffen]

2. Steps

Life seems to be
A monotone groove
You dance with specific steps
Into a pre-defined direction.

Every point we reach
Is a point of no return.
Life is a one-way-road
Into a pre-defined direction.

Life is perpetual motion
Some steps in little circles
Some choose the spiral line
New old game with higher stakes.

We follow the gallery of preset
Consuming pictures about the norm
By stepping forward we regress
Instead of living real progress.

[Lyrics: O. Holzwarth]

3. Corridors

Finally we have changed this place for good
Living in one world yet in different worlds,
Ain't got no fear of anything but fear itself
Indifferent eyes learn to live indifferent lives.

Where men degrade their wives and get away with rape,
Morality is a cynic passion play,
The old man stands alone in the hall of his asylum,
Brave yet afraid we keep holding our ground.

Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind.
Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls,
In the subway's neon light, in suburban towers of concrete and steel.
Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides,
Out of sight drift things that we love
Corridors - Impersonality walks endless corridors

Corridors - narrow ways that lead to the island of alienation a sullen passage, an empty mind.
Corridors -Inside hospital walls, sterile school halls,
In the subway's neon light
Corridors - Where we hide the instruments of the fear, where doubt resides.
Corridors - Estrangement walks endless corridors:

[Lyrics: M. Steffen]

4. The Vacuum Tube Processor

Nice multicoloured screen delivers multicoloured vision.
Black robe with praising hand changed from above -with mission

Superficial heads
Superficial eyes within
That look but cannot see
Dream a nebulous reality.

We live the postmodern world
With its trades of audio-comfort

You can change the programme:

A fast trip through various reality, exotic cake and spectral-colour shape
Just choose your enemy then focus and blast at him your energy.

Artificial heads
Artificial eyes within
That look but cannot see
Dream a nebulous reality.

You can change programme and throw away the key to reason.

[Lyrics: O. Holzwarth]

5. An Act Of Acquiescence

Midnight -See them burning crosses upon the hill,
And with the flames fades all persistence, resistance.
Maybe a rational observer can explayn
What eyes were unable to see:

I can remember a fortress in the sun
With wall as strong as an ideal
Yet I remember temptation calling,
Setting the battlement ablaze -relentlessly

Walking in silence a scepric spoke in rhymes:
"Existence in resistance needs alot of persistence,
To swim against the streams, to walk against winds
Of agitation and elude the pride that united and divides."
What kind of euphoria made our hearts impervious?

Sunrise - No cross is left, a witch-hund neatly done.
And with the daylight we are one in our vain pride.
Can't deviate from the norm that makes us common and conform
Faintly we recall a brighter yesterday.

I can remember a for fortress left in flames
With walls as trifling as an ideal
I can remember acquiescence.

[Lyrics: M. Steffen]

6. Anthem - Chapter I

[Based upon "Anthem for doomed youth" by Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)]

Desolate winter, 1914
A child in trenches, a young life betrayed.
In the stinging rain a martial drum call,
Replacing the remote wail of hopeless knells.

Still we hear their bitter laughter in the wind
An ideal is fallen in the rain of wailing shells.

What candles were held to speed them all? (W. Owen)
Whose grimy hands closed these tired eyes?
These weary eyes?

Detached from the dreams of youth
Brothers turn to strangers,
The absense of reason realized in the fields
Of Belgium and France

The seeing dead and living blind, united they lie
As if in love
Noone left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth

7. Anthem - Chapter II

Desolate winter, 1980.
Children in limbo, heroin slaves.
Pawns of a grotesque illusion, disillusion
And a needle that lies.

Addicted and betrayed they lie,
Noone left to sound an anthem for their doomed youth.

[Lyrics: M. Steffen]







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