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PROCESS PATHS LYRICS
"Caught in the Poet's World" (2007 Demo)
1. Sirius Rising
2. Nights in Daze
1. Sirius Rising
Prelude:
Silence rises in your solitude:
Just lay down and close your eyes
Sirius lights, and dreams unite
The death's a blessing in disguise
Kept all life at a sheltered place
In the mountains high and lorn
A prophecied cosmic child
Of a virigin she was born
In a mystery-play of morbid man
There was no escape from fate
Held untouchable and set apart
The blossom of his shade
Journey through the fire
No way to be reborn
Sirius is rising
Baneful break of dawn...
Di Mambro said, "stab the antichrist",
And a new born child was killed
He cut the cosmic lace
In those ghastly days
Yet the temple's not rebuilt
Felonious acts they now will end
Sirius rises in the sky
A slayer's chance to a starry dance
The cosmic child must die
Journey through the fire
No way to be reborn
Sirius is rising
Baneful break of dawn...
Journey through the fire
No way to be reborn
Sirius is rising
Baneful break of dawn...
Postlude:
Silence now completes your solitude
A final breath then close your eyes...
2. Nights in Daze
Doubts, oh doubts are eating me
They are raising their prevading voice
I'm soaked of hedonistic agony
It seems that I can't take my choice
Who like me is moving this mother earth
without no home out of aim
Who like me is rarely feeling mirth
is filled with doubts and nagging pain
Life's a hell, a bowl of dust
Nights in daze and soaked with lust
Sense is far, pain is near
Night in date, and exciting fear
Life's a hell, a bowl of dust
Nights in daze and soaked with lust
Sense is far, pain is near
Night in date, and exciting fear
Doubts, oh doubts are eating me,
I'm far of human beaings now and here
Still i'm seeking for my destiny
it's always close but never clear
Who like me is moving in this twisted world
deprived of hope and zest for life
Who like me is deeply caught in the poet's word
is damned to muse, and damned to strive
Life's a hell, a bowl of dust
Nights in daze and soaked with lust
Sense is far, pain is near
Night in date, and exciting fear
Life's a hell, a bowl of dust
Nights in daze and soaked with lust
Sense is far, pain is near
Night in date, and exciting fear
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