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ARKHETH LYRICS
"Hymns Of Howling wind" (2003)
1. Euphoric Gardens of Algaresh
2. Hymn Of Howling Wind
3. Parody Of The Forgotten
4. Winters Tears
5. In Awe Of The Night Sky
6. Cloud Of A Thousand Fires
7. Eternal
1. Euphoric Gardens of Algaresh
2. Hymn Of Howling Wind
The songs of nature, sounds, nature's symphonies. Indefinite melodies, harmonies of a storm.
A tribute, but not to compare to a boundless symphony.
Melodies, symphony, cold, aimless.
But eternal for the moment.
3. Parody Of The Forgotten
Imitating what I think is real, a time, a feeling past.
But was it really; still fucking humans, still bound by physical instinct.
Mindless, patheric.
The sounds remind me, the smells, the visions.
A pair trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer.
The sounds remind me, the smells, the visions.
Trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer ...
Trying to imitate but surrounded by cancer ...
Me!
But still desire to become one with the past, ancient and the sounds remind me.
Imitating what I think is real, a time, a feeling past.
But was it really, still fucking humans, still bound by physical instinct.
4. Winters Tears
The cold, I feel secure, a shelter harsh but forgiving.
But I cry and it cries, it cries.
Feel safer in a blizzard than your hands' creation, and no being will touch me greater, not your hands' creation.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The sounds of wind, nature, the feeling of euphoric freedom.
My feeling, my sorrow, my ALGARESH.
The cold, I feel secure, a shelter harsh but forgiving.
But I cry and it cries, it cries; it cries the Winter's Tears.
5. In Awe Of The Night Sky
Twenty-four stars shooting into nothing, billions of aeons ago.
We are small, not a grain of sand compared to a moment in the universe.
Pointless, aimless, endless.
Gaze into the forever, not to comprehend, just to watch and forget.
For the moment, nothing.
Twenty-four stars shooting into oblivion billions of aeons ago.
We are small, but not a grain of sand.
6. Cloud Of A Thousand Fires
In the distance as if an army resting, preparing for battle.
They camp over night guided by distant firelight.
The sky is on fire.
And the army is waiting, who, what, why have they come?
The sky is on fire, red-orange clouds.
The sky is on fire!
The sky is on fire, red-orange clouds.
Where have they gone, will they come again?
7. Eternal
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