Lyrics
Apocalypse

I’m alone, looking through the storm,
Seeing the million images unborn.
Still my hand is searching where to stay,
And where’s the distant coast, the break of day?

The dream is gone, but something stayed.
This feeling cannot fade.
The dye at the front, the canvas — behind
Show me what I’ve tried so hard to find.

I’m locked behind seven doors —
The echoes from the past.
The deafening, multicolored silence crawls in here.
The dawn is near.
The work I swore to finish is the quest.

I must complete my final task,
But no more colors left.
Three hundred years I’ve spent to draw this view.
I’ve found the clue.
Before this world was born it was all black.

Just one black dot.
No time to wait.
One little spot
To end the paint.
My true reflection
Of the being.
The resurrection
Of the unseen.

Tell me, tell me, Lord why was I born?
Light that I can see, can it be real?
What if all this time I wasn’t wrong?
Life is squealing sound of turning Wheel.

The moon was smothered by a cloud.
It brought the killer winds.
The dawn that I was waiting for had never come.
The time had stopped.
And then I thought —
I should have not
Drawn that last dot.

(Krol/Birnberg)

Black Wings of Freedom

On the black wings of freedom I fly.
Twisting bullet I will shut up your light.
You are threatened by shadows under my wings,
And I’m singing along with a wind.

There’s no way you can stop me tonight.
Don’t you dare to paint black into white.
Let the past go, there’s only today.
I am free from your judgement, get off my way!

Leaving home and let it burn,
To forget what I have learnt.
Nothing here can make me stay.
Gonna throw it all away.

No more racing around the clock.
No more being in a flock.
High I fly, see the lights,
See the fire, down there they set the fire.

I’m the freedom, I’m the sorrow released,
But for you I’m no longer exist.
I am flying further on the eastern airstream.
You might not see me, but you’ll remember my scream.

(Krol/Birnberg)

Baudschemia

This thing is gonna save me from the pain.
It eats me from within. Like worms it eats my brain.
This thing — unconstant figure, mocking foe,
Sweet sensitive hot spring, dear friend you’re looking for.

This thing — with skin of concrete, heart of stone.
Behind sense-proof firewall most delicate and fragile one.

This thing — clear water drops fall into silence.
This thing — all crashing storm of boiling violence.

Destroys me, breaks me,
Overpresses.
It makes me angry,
Anxious, restless.

Don’t get it.
Don’t understand myself.
I hate it. Get out of me…
No, no… Stay!

It is my free evil will,
My wrong decision,
The curious waves that kill,
My clear mirage vision.

And when the time comes to feel,
You feel it.
And when you don’t want to live,
It feels good. You love it.

(Krol/Plotnik)

Little Town

I’m getting down and touch the clouds,
I see the light of million lives,
Down to the earth with moonlight waves,
Unborn child I hit the ground.

Don’t you cry, son, life has just begun,
Follow me now.
I will lead you through, just obey the rules,
We’ll count you in.

Little town, the human hive,
Must be dead to feel alive,
Twenty dollars for your soul,
Knowing that you’re paying too.

Living in a dream, trying not to scream,
Just one wrong step.
Dad, what have you done, I can’t stop or run,
I don’t wanna see.

Red eye devil!

He’s in me I know, red sarcastic glow,
He’s the reason.
Don’t you see his eye in a traffic lights?
Go with him, son!

(Krol)

Man-Eater

Black. White. Black. White.
Highway sheet four lanes wide.
Asphalt giants, snakes we ride.
Choose your snake and choose your side.

You stream under me,
Twisting, throwing the lights aside.
Were do you bring me?
One of us will decide.

Endless way without a reason,
From the prison to the prison,
One of them is ours.

From The Gateway of the Hopeless
To the ruins of the Fortress,
Eighty miles an hour.

Passed a road-sign with a warning,
Never been here. Flashing burning
Thought: “Am I a prey here?”

Shadow moves among the shadows,
Creeping void across the meadows,
Wish it wouldn’t stay here.

Here again — alone and afraid.
The frightened voice from the radio said,
That someone’s crushed and was found dead.
What are these bites on his head?

We keep on going, we and our friends.
With usual loss every day ends.
And she shakes us into unconsciousness,
Like some kind of Loch Ness princess.

(Krol/Birnberg)

Out

You came and brought the war.
You suck life from Mother Earth.
You’re the proud worm, foolish as before.
Adam is your name, there’s no worse.

You hunt for gold and food.
You would rather kill than understand.
You like thinking you’ll stay for good,
But I want you out of this land.

You will not see next dawn.
You’ve crossed the line.
Now you must pay, no chance to stay
In the world of mine.

And Earth will bloom again,
When you disappear.
Cease to exist!
Get out!

Silent wind is blowing leaves away.
No words, no screams, no pain.
No faces to spit in, no hearts to break.
Does it make sense to start again?

(Krol/Birnberg)

Out of Your Land

It is the third time you had this one dream,
Waking alone in your bed.
Open the door, hope the hinges won’t scream,
Listen to voice in your head.

Out of your land you must go through the wastes.
Leave everything for what destiny taste is.
Whole world will help you succeed.

Now, when you can’t find yourself in th hazes,
Reach for the wind and you’ll find the oasis.
Pull out the poisonous weed.

Desert will ask you and desert will listen.
Wait for the word where no meaning is missing.
What is the prize you came for?

Eyes look at you from the horizon hole,
Burning marks on your unfortunate soul.
You know you’ve seen them before.

Word cut the silence with hammering toll.
Stone face of sphinx spoke to you from the wall:
“Do what you have to to fly and to burn,
Strike yourself down then you fall and you die and return!”

(Krol/Birnberg)

The Abuse of Life

Right is near and wrong is seen. Yes, we are blinded.
Never look for unremembered. Never find it.
Dark is clear, trust only in what fills the pocket.
Door we never open though they never lock it.

Prisoned minds in equal cells. Indifferent patience.
Tried to join those who unneeded. No vacations.
Spending second, wasting minute, killing hour.
Gaining nothing. Years and years of would-be power.

Land is sown. Blood and steel.
Never ask, only steal.
The abuse of life goes on,
Continues still.

Each one thinks he knows the spell.
Lies!
Each one lives in his personal hell.
Dies!

Life’s still killing. Fatal Illness. Spirit’s cancer.
What’s the question, if there are so many answers?
Dust admirers, more-expecters: call us all so.
You’re mistaken, they’re mistaken, I am also.

Not to know it’s a test.
Not to know you’re a guest.
What’s happening this second?
Six billion deaths!

(Birnberg/Krol)

The Answer Is No

No matter how hard did you try you are lost from the start.
No visitors here you can count on, too near and too far.
A clown with a tear on his cheek and a tear in his heart.
They laugh and they all make you sick, you keep playing your part.

Is there another place?
Will six become an ace?
Will you get off this maze?

The answer is no!
Just no!
Nowhere! No way! No day! No one to save!
And nothing to say!

You’re locked in a dark little cell with mortality smell.
And the worst of all knowing the cell it is only yourself.
The ceiling draws nearer, in darkness you can’t even breathe.
Although nothing holds you, you have no permission to leave.

(Krol/Birnberg)

The Blood-Stained Flag

The absence of choice brought us here that night,
The moon face grinned wild.
And so we were waiting for a signal to come,
The clang of the arm.

I smelled the air, it had the taste
Of all the souls we’ll have to waste.

With the same thought blinking in our eyes
We wished to kill them twice.
It was both mad and wise.
Destroy them, burn the den
And then we’ll see daylight again.

The bloodstained flag rose up in the air,
Wind fluttered our hair.
We rushed to the walls with a loud war cry.
The echoes replied.

The killing rain poured out of hell,
We rose the shields but hundreds fell.

Then the gates had opened and we saw
The mad tide of the foe.
We clashed in a deadly blow.
“We’re doomed” — burst in a flash,
And then the spear stabbed through my flesh

Oceans of pain
Fill me.
Can’t see a thing,
Kill me.
Red everywhere.
Dying.
Down in the fog
Flying.

Blood on our blades is like dust on our hearts.
The silent is smart.
Time teaches us to lie and helps to forget
The blood that we shed.

(Krol/Birnberg)

The Clarifier

Now before the end
Of the hardest day
Great to see a friend,
What is he to say?

Cups were standing dry.
Noises in the night
Convoyed in his try
Let our minds glide.

Diamond not a man
Showed his faces glow.
Flowers on a plane,
He had tried to grow.

Forest dwellers listened,
We have also heard,
As the prophet glistened,
Sharing his last word.

Climb up to the mountains,
There forget your worries.
Drink up from the fountain.
Eat up from the curries.

You think that you’re different,
Never will you listen.
Truth is the undoing.
Doorway out is missing.

Non-you must leave.
Let’s all go to sleep.
Non-you must leave.
Let’s all fall asleep.

Night was prowling round.
Needle crossed a star.
Then there came a sound,
Rumble from afar.

Then through smoking haze
Saw his rotten grin.
One his real face
Worms ate through the skin.

Flash. The answer blackened.
Silence rearranged.
In one endless second
Speaker’s features changed.

Then I said you lied,
Poison is your tongue.
Never he replied,
Knowing it’s a flunk.

(Krol/Birnerg)

The Truth Revelation

Night can be the only time to draw in.
Loneliness and fear will help me stay alive.
Try to feel the way beyond the feelings.
Scent of darkness it will bring me back to wild.

Don’t play dice with your soul.
You can’t fly — learn to crawl.

Moon is gone, I hear it’s coming closer.
Something’s here, I know it’s looking from behind.
Close your eyes because your eyes are useless.
If you want to see the truth you must stay blind.

See the real nature — world without a lie.
Past without a future, see it here is life!

Real world is twisted black hole horror.
Everything is crazy chaos movement. Why?
I can’t stay, I know my place is nowhere.
Where is death?! The truth is pain, I wanna die!

(Krol)
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