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LUNA FIELD LYRICS
"Close to Prime" (2003)
1. The Dead Side
2. Odial
3. Animated Anchoret
4. Thief of the Adour
5. Anthem about the Breed
6. The Black Side
7. Press the Pressure
8. I am free
9. Witness of Delusion
10. Acrid Insanity
1. The Dead Side
2. Odial
Odial
Nous seen as actual numbness of a thought;
seen as the inurge of an animal-like will.
Beyond motion. Trapped in trivial.
Lunacy of a deep thought lucid in confusion;
seen as the unbroken animal-like will.
Adore by earnest. Far from ray of hope.
I will abuse you - this aghast narrowness -
I will complete your ill - your only will.
Beyond the stunted deed. Hold in outrage.
And it will dig itself in tremendous pollution,
it will irresistible hunt in an animal-like will.
Far from purpose. To the actual (non)sense.
Nothing is more patient to the actual patience than passivity, the origin, itself.
So empty the void to reach the fullness and sun incline under the existence.
And nothing obtains more in perfection than actual will-the deep and high intention.
So empty the void to reach the fullness and sun incline under the existence.
Attrition of vindication, crush of moral, crumble of reason...
Oh, these reductions.
Beyond value. Free of restriction.
Conquest of the odial. Conviction - the actual.
Inpressure of a hurry urge - oh be this affliction.
Beyond distance. Far from this desert.
Then, not without cause, they won the mean simplicity.
Not without cause they persevere on this need.
Not without cause they became the bottomless island.
Then, not without cause, they [be]came to [the] illusion.
Not without cause they came to rot vermin.
Not without cause they became human.
Bleed, my old weakness. Bleed, my new seed.
3. Animated Anchoret
Animated Anchoret
Apart from ancillary thoughts, a nihilist dies.
During his death-struggle an anchoret is bend to him.
However the dying wise man shows him now
through his agonized look that he should leave him alone.
But the anchoret screams:
"And would be even the plainest land only stamped through its unevenness,
my friend, nothing would be more plain than this unevenness.
There has to be a..."
Revolution - every second. It has to be a struggle - every day.
Apart from unnecessary thoughts, an odialist dies.
During his death-struggle an anchoret is bend to him.
However the dying wise man shows him now
through his punishing look that he should leave him alone.
But the anchoret... he screams:
"And would be even the most uneven land only stamped through its plains,
nothing would be more uneven than this plain. There has to be a..."
Revolution - every second. It has to be a struggle - every day.
"Oh, my friend - I´ll betray you.
Oh, my friend - you can´t feel me!"
"Oh, my friend - I´ll betray you.
Oh, my friend - you can´t see me!"
4. Thief of the Adour
Thief of the Adour
Sun speaks:
Rape me, my dare-devil blood and don't be afraid to give an old comrade
the rapacity itself as the recent companion on a new way.
But stay away from these most torrent shores and be afraid to fall with your long ago
overflowed comrade into a furious depth of the sea to a recent companion on a new way.
Ocean speaks:
My - lost sun - drowning man - exhaust!
A war mob speaks:
To deprive you means to rob me - oh, how foolish! To keep distance stands for an end:
For the breach between the oldest companion and a new way.
So stay away - my mind for an end - my naive senility.
I will surrender now for the poor sea to destroy the oldest companion and to create a new way.
Way will create above all - way will create for me
Way will create above all - way will create for itself...
Ocean speaks:
Oh, my weary wanderer, my exhausted sun shape - lay down in this deep bed; sleep!
And ocean continues:
I would shade mine from this remote and yet new thing but my only defence must be your death.
So I must carry down whatever has been gnawed through
to help an old companion for a new thing.
Ocean speaks again:
So my - lost son - drowning man - exhaust!
A gust of wind screams:
Shades came and the sun tried to escape from these huge crowds.
But hope was the most foolish and last weakness of a dead companion and a dead way.
A war mob speaks:
I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the deceased sun!
I'm the thief of the adour - I'm the thief of the drowned sun!
5. Anthem about the Breed
Anthem about the Breed
Awake fuss, gentle tone.
Oh my daughters, oh my sons.
Could you be by me to hear the wailing out and in?
Would have been proud of me - more than your disgust promised you.
You trapped , oh I´m pleasured. You trapped , oh what a stench.
Awaken, my captures! Let me be your proclaim promise!
Awaken, my captures! I am the only one who destroys me!
Depart from me ye cultivated!
Depart from me ye never thirstied!
So the pain comfort me farther
Isn´t it for me repugnant a blessing ?
Awaken, my captures, my weary dew and dim disfavour
Awaken, my captures, I am the only one who abuses me!
Depart from me ye cursed!
Depart from me ye never thirstied!
6. The Black Side
7. Press the Pressure
Press the Pressure
When on the shore of wild singing fate came, with raving mad eyes - with stubbornness -
fame hurried in front of her, in wide garments of might, escorted by a choir of hundreds.
But I sowed seeds of discord when they dived their moods in me,
I sowed seeds of discord when they saw who lived on the shore...
You are not - judges for the one you can´t judge.
You are not - saviour for the one you can´t save.
You are not - tamer for the one you can´t tame.
You are not - conqueror for the one who is conqueror itself.
So when they ventured a glance into my eyes they stopped before me and went silent
...and anxious...and depressed with me beyond their choir.
Now the sun inclines in my stormy heart. Now I scream to the gods of fate.
"I am - I´m ready for the new battle against you
...and can you hear it yet? The din of our battle in my heart."
Not without cause the sun now reached zenith in my heart:
I killed the gods again, I killed the mighty floods...
When the shore of wild singing fate died, with tearful blood - and stubbornness cried,
I scared her ocean around the wild shore and let sing my holy choir:
And up towards heaven I soared like birds in the wintertime;
winds were never more than while I praised...
Now the sun stares at the flapping of wings. Now I scream to the god of the living.
You are not - judges for the one you can´t judge.
You are not - saviour for the one you can´t save.
You are not - tamer for the one you can´t tame.
You are not - conqueror for the one who is conqueror itself.
"I am - I´m ready for the new battle against you
...and can you hear it yet? The din of our battle in my heart."
8. I am free
I am Free
Alienated from its purpose he stays sublime.
The satisfaction of such abolished fathom is written in his earnest
and such actual ease let disrupt him such acquired morals.
Initial an indication - subsequent a stubbornness.
Reared to reason. Lived in the lack of this.
Reared to minority. Lived in the lack of this.
So I´m walking away from this cruel scenery.
I will struggle with the biggest detestation
and I want smash agony and the aghast aim
So I will scream now : I am free !!
I am free
Alienated from its purpose he stays strong.
The removal of pliable vice represents his ground
and such dregs let pale beside the aversion in him.
Initial an instigator - subsequent the stringency.
Reared to the lack of will. Lived with the strongest will.
Reared to weakness. Lived with odial thoughts
9. Witness of Delusion
Witness of Delusion
I am your thronged brute
and I will never see the necessity not to see me as such.
And I suspected the sun in me.
I want to spit on the extreme point from a boundless fact.
I lead a war in me and I will never see the necessity not to see a such.
I see myself as the witness, such witness of delusion:
And with regard to freedom: certainty is an illusion.
And I am the only way on such oh individual impartiality.
I want urge my troubles now against such deceitful conscious irony.
And I sailed in conflagration with lightships on the ocean to the wildest sun.
I didn`t see the shores of Atropos there, but I heard the soundings of alarm:
Never I will cease with this enlightened impetus.
Never I will impair such strong-willed intention. And never I will thrust aside this actual fact.
I will never be such pitiful impression of an aim.
Never I will bound the actual thought in its distress
and never I will tolerate a life without struggle.
Never I will indulge in the tolerance of their urges.
I will never pray: "The pain is our plain!"
(´cause) I am the witness of an unbearable illusion - a desert chimera.
(´cause) I am the witness of a vacant delusion - a desert full of logic
10. Acrid Insanity
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