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NORD 'N' COMMANDER LYRICS
"Maps Of Shadow Travelling" (2003)
1. Preludium
2. Tsar Of Space
3. From The Elevator
4. Prince Of Blod
5. Centre Of Cross
6. Narcissus
7. Aeonion Circle
8. Map Of The Shadow Travelling
9. God The Forestborn - II
10. Alive Flock
11. Preludium
12. Öàðü Ïðîñòðàíñòâà
13. Èç Ëèôòà
14. Ïðèíö Êðîâè
15. Öåíòð Êðåñòà
16. Íàðöèññ
17. Êðóãîâîðîò
18. Êàðòà Ïóòåøåñòâèÿ Òåíè
19. Æèâàÿ Ñòàÿ
1. Preludium
2. Tsar Of Space
TSAR OF SPACE
Auto fetches are moving slowly.
Shooting under a bridge, like wolves.
The sound of voices is too lowly.
But they pretend to know all the moves.
I'm getting away to warring elements,
Observing their steady flow.
This Vision in all environments
Setting me in the wildest glow.
Dark skies are above me, waters are adown.
I listen only to the distant peal
Of thunder. I see the lightning, which takes the Crown...
Tsar of Space. His stronghold is real!
Encrowned Tsar of Space. We deal!
Strange waves are exhilarating me.
His waves made of aether and fire.
Only clouds are to be seen
And the air of danger we inspire.
Dark skies are above me, waters are adown.
I listen only to the distant peal
Of thunder. I see the lightning, which takes the Crown...
Tsar of Space. His stronghold is real!
Encrowned Tsar of Space. We deal!
3. From The Elevator
FROM THE ELEVATOR
This world's not seen by us. As dark as midnight...
We are on our knees. And a lift operator
Breaks our pride, stands in our light.
We go up-down in this elevator.
But I am seeing at the magic peephole:
Avalon, hades, hell and paradise...
Searching for an non-elevator, walk tall!
We are breaking (breaking) the ice.
We shall come on it sooner or later.
We are coming back from the elevator.
Don't make a goof.
We must be on the move
To roof.
Where are the World of cold spirits and White Gods,
Moon on the throne and sun in the soul?
We can recognize it without pod,
But we must play a pivotal role.
But I am seeing at the magic peephole:
Avalon, hades, hell and paradise...
Searching for an non-elevator, walk tall!
We are breaking (breaking) the ice.
We shall come on it sooner or later.
We are coming back from the elevator.
Don't make a goof.
We must be on the move
To roof.
4. Prince Of Blod
PRINCE OF BLOOD
We can find them all in the waves of ornament.
The waves are tasting the breath of Heaven.
Stone dust is their new Motherland.
We wait for the Answer, for Northern Raven.
Sun caresses the Blood and Stone.
Smist of night and streams from the Sky Dome
Are bringing into this world new God -
Prince of High Caste, Archetypes and Blood.
We shall open windows for sage birds coming.
We'll merge in Dreams for never-dying.
We'll taste ourselves offsprings' fingers.
And we'll remain only in stone figures.
Sun caresses the Blood and Stone.
Smist of night and streams from the Sky Dome
Are bringing into this world new God -
Prince of High Caste, Archetypes and Blood.
5. Centre Of Cross
CENTRE OF CROSS
Once upon a time fear thrilled through
My veins. I was afraid of Great Cosmic True.
Now there's no fear, but tingle remains.
My etheric heart, do you understand my claims?
Body's not trembling, but soul is.
When elements are here, catch the wings of winds.
Impregnable castle, knifegrip and brightening.
Be the centre of Cross, comprehending the Lightning!
Dead earth and damping down...
But the fire isn't getting dull.
It's caressing my crown,
It's caressing my skull.
Body's not trembling, but soul is.
When elements are here, catch the wings of winds.
Impregnable castle, knifegrip and brightening.
Be the centre of Cross, comprehending the Lightning!
Having come into contact with spirits of earth, sky and water,
You're going back to yourself. You've got a new Name.
Body's not trembling, but soul is.
When elements are here, catch the wings of winds.
Impregnable castle, knifegrip and brightening.
Be the centre of Cross, comprehending the Lightning!
6. Narcissus
NARCISSUS
I am looking at the pupil of your eye,
I am feeling your hands and your fly.
It's hard to be with you face to face.
I am afraid that it's not my space.
I'm dying of lover's wounds... oh disgrace!
My first shimmer of the moonlight
And sunny spots are star-bright,
Under the bangs of a floe.
All will be behind,
I'll be alone.
Now I'm looking at the pupil of my eye,
I am feeling my hands and my fly.
It's hard to be with myself face to face.
I am afraid that it's too much space.
I'm dying of love to myself... oh disgrace!
My first shimmer of the moonlight
And sunny spots are star-bright,
Under the bangs of a floe.
But all is behind,
I'm alone.
Now I'm looking at the pupil of my eye,
I am feeling no hands and no fly.
My first shimmer of the moonlight
And sunny spots are star-bright,
Under the bangs of a floe.
But all is behind,
I'm alone.
7. Aeonion Circle
AEONIAN CIRCLE
I am dissolving in affectionate embrace
Of branches. I am feeling my mistakes.
And there are strange voices from above...
Or out of me? I'm taking up the glove.
Ascending over the unfathomed deeps,
Think if it happens to me or my dreams.
I guard my stronghold so my lips are sealed.
I comprehend that I am sealed and filled.
And these stronghold, guard, seal, dreams and deeps
Move me to touch Eternal Sunrise Lips.
And this sunrise is taking up the glove.
And there are strange voices from above...
Aeonian Circle of soul and mortal flesh,
Infinite lifeblood including.
Do you remember how we recognized this slash?
We are on endless routing.
8. Map Of The Shadow Travelling
MAP OF SHADOW TRAVELLING
Every day brings us withdrawal from Earth,
Every hour's important for us.
I see a bascule-bridge. And our nurse
Is Eternity. No the past.
Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity,
The winter trembling, perished in the dark,
The vanity fair, injured vanity.
And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.
I draw the map of shadow travelling,
Removing from rainbow layers of rust,
Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying,
Where a serpent turns into dust.
Smoke and mist are playing with splinters,
Splinters of fancy design of these sands.
They are flying away from the perished winters,
Making rune-weaving in Venus lands.
Some stupid set-up that! Incestuous insanity,
The winter trembling, perished in the dark,
The vanity fair, injured vanity.
And the hanged witch is wishing us good luck.
I draw the map of shadow travelling,
Removing from rainbow layers of rust,
Untwisting the thoughts of magic praying,
Where a serpent turns into dust.
9. God The Forestborn - II
GOD THE FORESTBORN II
When dust devil comes and sees me in my room,
And dragons take their adipose back,
About it will be all gloom and doom,
And this doom will put us on the awful rack.
But He'll appeare, God the Forestborn,
With wood-spirits, sprites and silvans cheek by jowl.
We are strangers there and we are too way-worn
In civilization of air full of foul.
He will gift us with his garment of green
And get bloody nails out of the hands.
The charge nurs-tree will cure all the teens
Not in a funny-house, but in nectarous elf-lands.
The magnetism of urbanization
's in the situation of DJ-neration...
But he'll appeare, God the Forestborn,
With wood-spirits, sprites and silvans cheek by jowl.
We are strangers there and we are too way-worn
In civilization of air full of foul.
10. Alive Flock
ALIVE FLOCK
Wake me up, Alive Flock, 'cause I'm dying.
Wake my getting dying blood and flesh.
I want to feel breath of Gods, and I am crying
To raise me with breath of Nordic Ash.
Give me blink to comprehend the vision.
Give me strength for hunting a Great Clue.
Give me mind to arrive at a decision,
Give me Will. I wanna follow you!
Don't forget the call of fire hope.
Which is shouting from entity of tombs.
I need memory at the end of my rope.
Never falling down is my doom.
Wake me up, Alive Flock. You're arriving.
Throw fire on my cold headfront.
I'm a flower of spring. I'm rising, flying!
Feeling sacral Passage from Midgard.
11. Preludium
12. Öàðü Ïðîñòðàíñòâà
13. Èç Ëèôòà
14. Ïðèíö Êðîâè
15. Öåíòð Êðåñòà
16. Íàðöèññ
17. Êðóãîâîðîò
18. Êàðòà Ïóòåøåñòâèÿ Òåíè
19. Æèâàÿ Ñòàÿ
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