“CRIMSON WREATH” LYRICS
BESETTING SINS / ACEDIA
Hell no!
Twisted minds crave destruction
Wars and famine through history
God has left this construction
Alone, we’re facing the mystery…
… Of life, but still we hide behind these walls…
… Of fear, for profit and glory, a game lost or won
We rise; we fall; we’re dying
The seeds of lies we’re carrying
The book of all mankind has opened, curtain’s falling
We choose the wrong to follow
Forgive ourselves tomorrow
No abreaction, it’s too late, besetting sins
Raise Cain, armed for predation
Deride my God for your vanity
Trace your lost inspiration
And trade your fame for some clarity
The crown still slowly bleeds, the beast awakes
Repent; now choose absolution or hatred itself
We rise; we fall; we’re dying
The seeds of lies we’re carrying
The book of all mankind has opened, curtain’s falling
We choose the wrong to follow
Forgive ourselves tomorrow
No abreaction, it’s too late, besetting sins
Magnus fool
More obscene than shadows, cursed howl
My betrayal drenched in coward deeds
An obscured perversion – bear with me
Savage hearts are flaming, shining…
… Bastard lights
Don’t deserve to live, don’t have a soul
Don’t derive from past agnostic wrongs
Mega-selves shall bleep our egos loss
I beset my sins, I dare, now, forgive the damned – for the dead
Nor the limbs – blood on blunt – golden rant – ignorant
We rise; we fall; we’re dying
The seeds of lies we’re carrying
The book of all mankind has opened, curtain’s falling
We choose the wrong to follow
Forgive ourselves tomorrow
No abreaction, it’s too late, besetting sins
Hell no!
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By being the ultimate victim of pride, I proclaimed myself as Magnus…
God only knows I was really the fool in this bloody scenario.
People trusted in me were all betrayed, for my envy was literally feasting on my soul,
making me a true anthropomorphic monstrous creature.
I was aware of my lust as an obscured perversion;
However I managed to become indifferent towards my most important essence of existence;
I managed to consider mankind as unnecessary evil…
Time was proven to be a sloth charade as I was standing between a life and death farce, denying my own soul and life.
Forgiveness is merely a word, standing as the scarecrow of wrath, amongst justified and damned;
Greed made my heart set on fire and the flames guided me to territories far beyond my knowledge, my understanding, my vision…
Is there an honest man near me, to deprive every pleasant though as the gluttony of my mega-self is leading me to pure Acedia?
CRIMSON WREATH
We heard it on the news, we’re under attack
Our land of ancestors’ threatened and banned
Eyes filled with terror, our lights gotten black
Our hearts are beating fast, the answer now is gunned
We must protect now our own
Withstand the enemy’s zone
Our mourning pain sets the tone
Force alarm
Ammo blasting, Tommy Guns
Fear sadly spans
They’ll do us harm
They shall damn our lifeless carns
Intruder knows the job, they blast in flying colours
We’re brave enough to fight but we don’t stand a chance
The world is proud of us, we feel like action heroes
But on our fighting edge, our death is what we glance
We can’t protect now our own
Inside the enemy’s zone
Now death is setting the score
Force alarm
Ammo blasting, Tommy Guns
Fear sadly spans
They’ll do us harm
They shall damn our lifeless carns
We fake our fear of faking
Fears sadly span
Best case scenario we leave things undone
But when we lose don’t we see what is lost?
The crying, the suffer, the cost
Alarming the force
Red Crescent and crimson wreath
Look around you, fear is not the answer
What charade is going on?
They even stole our breath
Faint into falls – Demolish!
IMMORTAL NO
All there is, all I’ve been, battle-cries
All the ones I have fought, all my sworn allies
The shields, the swords, broken chords, bitter ends
Emptiness utters masquerade trends
Wish I could have thought
Regret and unfold
Make up for deeds I foretold
Killing spree, no man’s ever set to try
There’s no guarantee of hope, there’s no sigh
I am counting lost souls, all ashamed for my faults
Breed of venomous row, immortal no
Far away, soldiers’ prey, a covert sight
Vagabond, steel at heart, a forsaken light
Educate, cultivate; make a brave mind
Isolate, reemerge; comprehend mankind
Feel life blown away
Feel death from a wish
I could betray, disobey
Killing spree, no man’s ever set to try
There’s no guarantee of hope, nor a sigh
I am counting lost souls, all ashamed for my faults
Breed of venomous row, immortal no
A man is standing tall and proud off to try
There’s a guarantee of hope, there’s a sigh
I am keeping my soul, not ashamed for my fall
Freed from venomous row, immortal no
Immortal no!
ALL SHALL FADE / ALL BLOOD RED
Life is changing, can you see it too?
Don’t stay in the past
Seasons changing and so can you
Life flies away so fast
Standing in unity, no one’s left alone
Nothing lasts forever, all shall fade
There’s too much now to say
Color and religion, all the same
Learning life another day
Facing our destiny, is this our home?
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Long forgotten past, values are dead
They’re forsaken, no thoughts in their mind
Hunting the outcast, is this misread?
Faults of minority is undefined
Mindless will defy and stay in the dark past
Lust for the haunted, blank is inside them and will always last
Infidels, believers, black or white
Nor saints, nor sinners; wrong or right
Race doesn’t matter when reaching the end
When all is gone, all blood is red
Look around you now, more brutality
They are turning their glimpses away
They will soon all bow; harsh reality
We can no more withstand another day
Road to perdition, bane, ruins and loss
Is this transition or is this the way that we carry our cross?
All men and women, hoary or child
Natives or repatriates, calm or wild
Nothing stays certainly same in the end
When all shall fade, all blood is red
No more blood to be spilled for all religions
No more tears for the children in this world
No more frauds from our blunt politicians
No more lies, no more deaths and no more war
Infidels, believers, black or white
Nor saints, nor sinners; wrong or right
Race doesn’t matter when reaching the end
When all is gone, all blood is red
All men and women, hoary or child
Natives or repatriates, calm or wild
Nothing stays certainly same in the end
When all shall fade, all blood is red
All blood is red… Blood is red!
THE VOICE INSIDE ME / S.T. FORSAKEN
The voice inside me has spoken one too many times. Not that I needed to listen, however I could not pretend I was deaf.
Not this time. Looked up where the payphone was hanging… Maybe it was still working…
“Can you spare some change”? “Don’t I know you from somewhere? Say… aren’t you the guy who used to be filthy stinking rich?
What in Heaven’s name happened to you”? Dialed the number, then hung up. Did it a few times more. Some lady was standing outside the booth.
She was nervous, anxious and frustrated. Searched for her cell-phone and moved away mumbling… Dialed the number once more.
The voice on the line was polite. “Megan? It’s me” I whispered. She didn’t even say the basic phrases about my wellbeing or whatever being.
She simply asked if I needed any help and should I require such, I’d better attend a helping center or some facility of the sort. I tried to explain.
The voice inside me was laughing at me. Laughter got so loud… I could not hear her anymore.
The voice inside me was wining… for now…
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Strolling lost without hopes in the gutter of my mind
Hear the voices ordering, no peace to find
Needles, pins and spirits are the memories of sins
Frozen tears as reminiscing golden dreams
Lies were told and lies were spread until all fake unfold
Trapped inside my inner-cage of my self-rage but now I’m old
Cold, alone I still stand; there’s no one I can confide
Sold my soul to darkness, I can see though I feel blind
Emptiness became my peace of mind
My treason, my reason, my crime
My insidious side that I…
… Hide from my own shadow, only she can set me free
Tide of tears and sorrow, castaway but there’s no sea
Thread and Thrum, my dark serenity
Perception – deception, my strife
Is this my afterlife?
Left forsaken with thoughts in my mind
The voice within me, it says: “Look behind”
Past forgotten, my future is lost
All is paid now and this is my cost
This is my time
No words to rhyme
Pay for my crime – end of the line
Only tonight
I’ll take the fight
I’ll trade the light, I’ll be the night
All the angels and demons are gambling with me
This is my time
No words to rhyme
Pay for my crime, it’s the end of the line
I’m the peccant, I’m the blessed
I’m the sacred, I’m possessed
(Perception – deception, my strife)
Like an angel caught in hell, to the end of time
If my life was just a test
Lost or won, a game I’ve messed
(Is this my afterlife?)
There’s a will to mark the end of this pantomime
Left forsaken with thoughts in my mind
The voice within me, it says: “Look behind”
Past forgotten, my future is lost
All is paid now and this is my cost
Saint forsaken with thoughts in my mind
The voice within me, it says: “Look behind”
Past forgotten, my future is lost
All is paid now and this is my cost
Now, I’m old
ASHES TO DUST
Mother Thetis, my Goddess, my queen
Scion of Myrmidons, my fate’s been written on
Odysseus tricked me, a fake battle scene
Deep in the Skyros isle where I was hidden
They gave me warfare when I was fifteen
I’ve been invincible and never beaten
Thrust my spear high turns ashes to dust
Brave and sacred the Achaean’s nation
We cry in choral, a wail for the dead
Graves in fields, an eternal damnation
Eye for an eye, their blood I shall spread
I’ll fight even fame, Achilles’ my name
Fifty ships, nine victorious years
Killed men and sons of Gods without a penance
Lost my friend, spent my last drops of tears
I’m coming for you, Hector, taste my vengeance
Thrust my spear high turns ashes to dust
Brave and sacred the Achaean’s nation
We cry in choral, a wail for the dead
Graves in fields, an eternal damnation
Eye for an eye, their blood I shall spread
I’ll fight even fame, Achilles’ my name
“Η σ᾽ εὖ γιγνώσκων προτιόσσομαι, οὐδ᾽ ἄρ᾽ ἔμελλον πείσειν· ἦ γὰρ σοί γε σιδήρεος ἐν φρεσὶ θυμός. Φράζεο νῦν, μή τοί τι θεῶν μήνιμα γένωμαι ἤματι τῷ ὅτε κέν σε Πάρις καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων ἐσθλὸν ἐόντ᾽ ὀλέσωσιν ἐνὶ Σκαιῇσι πύλῃσιν.”
Twelve Gods of Greece, all by your side
Now rest in peace, brother be my guide
Your soul is mine, your mortal breath
Now quench your thirst, water from Lethe
So brave and sacred the Achaean’s nation
We cry in choral, a wail for the dead
Graves in fields, an eternal damnation
Eye for an eye, their blood I shall spread
I’ll fight even fame, Achilles’ my name
Brave and sacred the Achaean’s nation
We cry in choral, a wail for the dead
Graves in fields, an eternal damnation
Eye for an eye, their blood I shall spread
I’ll fight even fame, Achilles’ my name
Ashes to dust!
A POEM I COULDN’T RHYME
Out in the night by myself, I’m waiting for the moment to come
Living in isolation and dream at nights what I have become
Taking a look inside me, I only see a glimpse of my youth
Seeking a place to hide me, I need to stay away from the truth
The right; the wrong
I cannot stand this bearing wall
The rage; the pain
The everlasting blame
Rain out the window’s pouring; I see a stranger out in the night
Wait, is this just a mirror, am I just having another insight?
Illusion’s taking over, begging myself to open the door
Madness, all around me, I’m looking at myself on the floor, oh no
The right; the wrong
I cannot stand this bearing wall
The rage; the pain
The everlasting blame
Searching for answers in some words
Without a theme – no story
Another moment of some time
My lifeless past – no glory
Words I once wrote through them I speak
A never-ending story
Singing a poem I couldn’t rhyme
Yet, melody’s inside me
The right; the wrong
I cannot stand this bearing wall
The rage; the pain
The everlasting blame, my shame
An Opus Of Loss And Sorrow:
Pedestal I: PAST FOREVER LAST
No sleep, as I walk the path of dreams
Half past 4 am, grandma hear my screams
I weep, for the years you stood by me
Empty space without you, come and make me see…
… A world beyond the edge of my sight
I’ve lost my hope this lonely night
And I’m trembling in the light
Through my obscure reflections
Time’s sadly passing fast
I think I thought I heard you calling from the past
Now that I’m kneeling helpless
There’s no one left to trust
I know my past will forever last
“Wise man”, tell me stories once again
Are you still in chagrin? Are you still in pain?
My plan is to hug you, I confess
Lay my head beside you and feel your smooth caress
Eyes wide open, nous in decay
Time is running out, time slips away
Please come back another day
Through my obscure reflections
Time’s sadly passing fast
I think I thought I heard you calling from the past
Now that I’m kneeling helpless
There’s no one left to trust
I know my past will forever last
Through my obscure reflections
Time’s sadly passing fast
I think I thought I heard them calling from the past
Now that I’m kneeling helpless
There’s no one left to trust
I know my past will forever last
I know my past will forever last
Someday we’ll get back together
Someday it will be forever
My love stands tall, love stays robust
Pedestal II: THE ISLE OF SHADOWS
Leading life; so strong, so proud
Risen humble; values avowed
Time has no essence, no more tears to shed
Since that December, we feel so misled
Fly high, touch the stars;
No fools, no insane
Pass the door of afterlife
Can’t see the rainbow, can’t stop the tears
We’re left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don’t speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
Clouds fill the sky, colors turn gray
Sun turned so dark; faded away
North winds are blowing so strong and so cold
Even though whispers are words made of gold
Fly high, touch the stars;
Now nothing’s the same
Pass the door of afterlife
Can’t see the rainbow, can’t stop the tears
We’re left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don’t speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
Born in an island of marble and stone
Raised through dark times, never alone
Moved in life so proud, kept your head high
Troubles and problems did not pass you by
Shades and shadows, a morning of fear
On December 12 you came so serene
Now that you’re gone
I stand alone
Waiting
Whispers of love
Floating above
Sailing
You’re far away
What is my way?
Mother
Moving in life
Feels like a knife
Cut me from this pain
Can’t see the rainbow, can’t stop the tears
We’re left alone reminiscing those years
Voices of north winds, yet heard, but don’t speak
The isle of shadows; so strange, so mystique
(Tell me that it isn’t right, like a darkness in a light
And the rhythms I appeal do not show the way I feel
And if you just try to find they will lead you to the blind
And as for the king of dreams now he listens to my screams)
“It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
With the mild pheasants’ song…
But now I feel the northern wind’s blast
Its severe weather strong
Alas! Alas! This night seems so long!
And I, because of my momentous wrong
Now grieve, mourn and fast.”
“How Long the Night” – Anonymous Middle English lyric, circa early 14th century AD
(loose translation by Michael R. Burch)
Pedestal III: AGONY’S LAST
Lacrima the blood of my own blood
Weeping soul portrays the loss, horrendous aphorism
Roses wither, thorns protect the cause of my demise
Watching life becomes still life, a vast appalling flood
Thy bleeding, spasm leading
Spells I have cast and…
… Eyes tearing, heart failing, agony’s last
Every night I stare back
At my dreams in the dark
I can’t go on like this
It is you that I miss
Still pretending I’m strong
Though I wrote you this song
Past is running away – Forever gone –
Catching up with my thoughts every day
Woes depict the karma of my harm
Neural system claims the loss, the fields of shattered dreams
I deprive, I concur, now I sharpen, I will beg
Watch the hated horror scene, my eyes and “My God” screams
I’m bleeding, spasm leading
Spells I have cast and…
… Eyes flooding, I’m falling, agony’s last
Every night I stare back
At my dreams in the dark
I can’t go on like this
It is you that I miss
Still pretending I’m strong
Though I wrote you this song
Past is running away – Forever gone –
Catching up with my thoughts every day
Dark nightmares, but who cares?
A life to numb my mind
Without you, no way through
Two hearts forever bind
Little heart frozen
Little heart grim
You were the chosen
Now silent scream
Fatherhood blooming
Motherhood scene
Endless and priceless
End less obscene
FORTRESS OF SADNESS
Ego Vobis – Deus Malum
Dominantur – Vita Tua
Ego Pluviam – Multum Dolor
Vestri Mortem – Ego Feroces
She came out, just to play, in a cold December day
She can run but he knows that she cannot hide
Man was caught, for a life, Mr. Jones; he was “The Knife”
Lawyers were so bright and justice’s always blind
There she stood, before him, pushed a breath out for a scream
Wicked game, terror theme, this is not another dream
Ego Vobis – Ego Feroces
This nightmare’s scene, a living hell
There’s no exit, there’s no escape
No one ever rings the bell
There’s an evil shape
This fortress of sadness, a place where the innocent fade
Deep inside, in his lair, no, my God, this isn’t fair
She is trembling like a flame, she is undressed
Watch the night coming down; it is time to wear his crown
Taking lives, another medal on his chest
Little angel, be aware, time to fight now if you dare
Are you tied on that chair? Are you standing in despair?
Dominantur – Ego Feroces
This nightmare’s scene, a living hell
There’s no exit, there’s no escape
No one ever rings the bell
There’s an evil shape
This fortress of sadness, a place where the innocent fade
“Please Mr. Jones, don’t hurt me
I will behave, believe me
My dress is wet, I can’t see
(See no God, hear no God, speak no God)
Is this my blood?
No sign of God”
“We’ll hunt you, we’ll find you
Your darkest fears will come true
A short shrift, your last shift
Lo and behold
Surrender, remember
These days of sad December
Taste pyre and fire
The road to hell will now unfold”
Helen still calls, behind the cold walls
Of cruel submission and childhood predation
Man of terror, creation’s error
Full of dark addictions and nasty ambitions
Dad and mom knows where to find their little rose
Someone heard a weep, while he was asleep
Realizing, the sun is rising
The girl is not dead; a gun is aiming his head
Inside his nightmare’s scene, a living hell
Found the exit, Helen escaped
Now he’s wasted in a cell
Punishment unveiled
Inside his fortress of sadness should justice prevail
Helen, leave the past, don’t live in the past…
“Go away!
Please, go away!
They went away… but they will come back
Child molester!
Molest the molester…
You are dead to me!
I am dead to me…”