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INWARD PATH LYRICS
"Antiar" (1996)
1. Out of the Past
2. Desolation
3. Into the Night
4. Perry Mason
5. In the Heart of Desert
6. Antiar
7. Gop Stop (Death of the Podcolodnaya Bitch)
1. Out of the Past
2. Desolation
On stones the sea has carved, the hard rock rending
I - last priest - write the chronicle of days
We mortals are with all the gods contending
But they are on man kind as on carved stone gaze !
It may be all that we and our forefathers
Have lived by is a song of the divine
In which sad song the triumph of our armies
Are but one high-flown phrase, a ringing line !
As I on these white slabs am busy writing
Sing after sing here question and reply
So are the gods on centuries inscribing
Long columns of their dreams that cannot die.
As I on these white slabs am busy writing
Sing after sing here question and reply
So are the gods on centuries inscribing
Long columns of their dreams that cannot die.
Ready to changes for survive
Here coming the worst time at all
Need it, fined it and loose it
No time to fly, only to falling
Burning down your heart-
Why don’t you open up your mind
Thousands yeas and miles yuo’ll been away
Ended the nothing game -
The eyes are truth, the words - are lie
So, broke the cruel realm !
Night again, white starting and read - belted
Mars above me glitters in his pride
Why sold I, Earth’s prisoner in fetters,
Weave these dreams of folly starry - eyed ?
That first soaring flight you’ll not accomplish
In the papers you shell never read
That an papers you shell never read
That an unknown, henceforth famous someone
Like Columbus, has a New World reached.
3. Into the Night
Because of black bread and faithful wives,
Pernicious anemia has poisoned our lives.
By hoof and by stone the years have been tried,
With wormwood immortal the waters are dyed -
The bitterness lingers, it won’t be forgotten ...
We can’t handle knives,
The pen is a worry,
The pick - ax demeans us,
Our glory’s no glory,
We’re just rotten leaves
On oak - trees gone rotten ...
Are strange constellations about to rise over us ?
We’re the windblown shelter of rotten oak-trees ...
With homeless cold we’ll put comfort to flight ...
We go into the night !
We go into the night !
Like fully ripe stars, at random we fly ...
We hear them roar past overhead, the young trumpeters,
And strange constellations begin to rise over us,
And alien banners are filling the sky ...
A breath
From the North -
Quick, ride in pursuit of them,
Race in pursuit of them,
Chase in pursuit of them,
Over the steppes,
And sing out in the plains !
Go after the bayonet glittering bright,
The drumming of hooves in the forest retreat,
The call of the trumpet that waxes and wanes ...
Because of black bread and faithful wives,
Pernicious anemia has poisoned our lives.
By hoof and by stone the years have been tried,
With wormwood immortal the waters are dyed.
4. Perry Mason
5. In the Heart of Desert
Where the dust fly’s to the sun,
Merciless heat trembling surround
What you still looking for - you mean no illusion -
Unfailing warrior of the land of confusion
All games are ending, all gambling’s are done
Like an as on the wind rolling on all alone.
Waster line - no matter, it’s writhe or wrong
Endless trial’s peel off your soul
Try to inhale drought of the hope -
Emery air hurting the throat.
This is your choice - to crossing the waiste
Are you satisfied by this bettering taste
Waves of the sand engulfing the tracks
Purple ring ‘ s are flying in front of your eyes
Where the cold, merciful night
Where the dust fly’s to the sun,
Merciless heat trembling surround
What you still looking for - you mean no illusion -
Unfailing warrior of the land of confusion
All games are ending, all gambling’s are done
Like an as on the wind rolling on all alone.
Vivid mirage - no matter, it ‘ s lie or a truth
Snatch by the dream - it ‘ s can ‘ t let you down to abyss
Target so close to you - hope burning up again
Common, kill the pain - the nature of the gain.
6. Antiar
On sands where sunshine is a curse,
Antiar, a sentry grim and dreaded,
Alone in all the universe
Stands, to the arid stillness wedded.
The thirsting steppes gave birth to him,
The sun above them gleaming readily.
And, spiteful, fed his roots and limbs
With poisons swift to act and deadly.
The venom, seeping through his bark
Melts in the blaze and heat of morning,
But thickens at the fall of dark,
With crystal drops the tree adorning.
No birds, no beasts dare venture near
Black winds alone, not lightly daunted,
Rush up, but fly away in fear,
By his malignant vaporous tainted.
And when a rain cloud sprays his crown
And leaves the heavy branches sodden,
The drops that from the tree stream down
With poisons are already laden
But man bade man to seek Antiar-
One look sufficed ... The slave, past caring,
Set out, and trough the way was far,
Returned at dawn, the poison bearing
A branch and resin ‘ fore his lord
He placed in silent supplication,
And down his ashen brow there poured
Cold, leaden drops of perspiration.
The venom, seeping through his bark
Melts in the blaze and heat of morning,
But thickens at the fall of dark,
With crystal drops the tree adorning.
And, falling weakly on a mat,
His face a mask of sickly pallor,
Hi died, a humble bondsman, at
The feel of an almighty ruler.
With poison did his henchmen smear
The prince’s arrows at this orders,
And to his neighbors far and near
Death sent the forth across the borders.
7. Gop Stop (Death of the Podcolodnaya Bitch)
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