THE AFTERLIFE SYMPHONY

The tree, The ropes, The wind, The body...
The ensemble
of pure magnificence,
Four artists
only dreams can create;

The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body...

The movement begins
as the body swings in larghetto,
it is time for the branches to shine
in their solo conducted by wind...

let them play, let them play,
let their screech pierce through the night,
appease me,
your only listener
for I am
for I am here for you,

I am here to see the music they make
The tree, the ropes, the wind, the body..
So perfect - their music, the feeling, the tunes,
the swinging body and the voice of the tree.
The wind calms down,
on to the menuet,
and the body swings in ad libitum form,
So proud I am with the music,
so proud I am with this night,
this concert played for me alone...This body was once my home...
Tainted Blood

Lasciate
Ogne
Speranza
Voi
Ch'intrate

Observe the ruin with your painted-on eyes,
Ignoring below your world's demise...
You hear the void chanting "My Martyr, My King",
But that's a mere tune your dying mind sings!

Lasciate
Ogne
Speranza
Voi
Ch'intrate

You offered your hand as if I'm in confusion,
Telling it's rotting flesh is an illusion;
You tried to convince that of same blood we're painted,
Yet never you felt just how much yours is tainted.

In hands of creation you were made a freak,
You carved to your likeness our whole race unique,
All of us turned bolts in machine that you own,
"Behold now and worship this prison - your home".

THE TALE OF PROPHET

In the endless cosmic ocean,
Astral body looks for edge;
Unaware of human weakness,
Searching creature they call God.

Floating through the astral layers,
Mind and spirit highly trained;
Armed with arrogance and ego,
Soul will pierce through divine realm.

A man to become
Creation of new
Road to divine word
Through The Astral Plane

“One, whose presence was felt,
In the lore and beliefs of our world;
One, to whom different times
Addressed with different names;

Accept me, the believer of your true form.
For I gave my life to learn, to find you,
And be your true prophet, bringer of your word”

With these words soul crossed the border,
Where our spirits have no place...
Was it God? Some other being?
Human mind will never know.

Frequency supreme to ours,
Sent it's word through silver cord.
Human brain too small to handle,
Ends up painting owner's walls.
The Walls Of No Salvation

In my four walls,
I feel something I never felt in outside world.
In my four walls,
I learned...............what freedom is!

Away from your world, I felt again.
The myth called Life, it was reality.
I cannot speak in tongues you speak,
Nor you can see the things I see.
So, off with you and your false care,
There are no doors upon my walls.

I am not the cell
In this rotten body you call world.
All your thoughts, all your laws,
False compassion.
Just walk away!
These walls have no salvation.
Within them is my world,
My freedom, my way out!

In my four walls,
I feel something I never felt in outside world.
In my four walls,
The myth called Life, it was reality.
In my four walls,
I learned what freedom is.
The Last Encore

Face to face
With nothingness
While bridges burn
Once again

So here I am, another fall
Yet still too proud to end it all.
Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit
To take small step and call it quits.

Do I see pleasure in worlds ways?
It gives me smile but takes all away;
Like madman every time I follow,
Expecting change, yet all is hollow.

So here we are, with darkness greeting,
Always patient, every meeting.
It knows me well, won't learn much more,
We've done this many times before.

Till now world's plans I kept revoking,
It crippled me, still I kept walking.
Proud for my masochistic will,
Expecting from it's sleeve new thrill.

In this whole game I see......a pattern,
For all new hopes my soul........feels battered.
Is there a reason to........keep playing?
There's no more Me left for........decaying.

Face to face
With nothingness
While bridges burn
One last time

So here I am, another fall
Yet still too proud to end it all.
Perhaps I'm weak but can't admit
To take small step and call it quits.

Still, here I am, same place and reason;
In falls as if receiving wisdom.
Yet scenes change, while outcome's the same.
Fuck this world, here I end my way.