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SOUL TAKERS LYRICS
"Through the Silence of Words" (2002 Demo)
1. Desert Dust
2. The Fakest Jest
3. My Infinite
1. Desert Dust
Looking in me, trying to find a new way to be
Though I am searching and running forever
Until I will cease.
Then I will feel there's nothing else that I need,
In all this life that decamps without peace
Until my decease
Fading away till we'll be lost in the emptiness,
Nailed to an infinite void, in the silence of words
That we've never known,
Till the end of this show.
Crying through this ever grey season of madness,
Falling into infinity, deep in the darkness,
We're just playing a part and we hate it,
We're just...old masks
What we do and what we say,
Covered, lost, betrayed,
Desert dust will still remain,
Hope lays choked again.
Can you foretell any future for your soul,
While you're not sure there will be
A new stage to tread, a new mask to wear,
A role in this show?
Chained and then nailed to this life with the hope of
A new one in a grand paradise, it could be only a
Lie or the rope that can save all our hopes now so
Weak...and dead
What we do and what we say,
Covered, lost, betrayed,
Desert dust will still remain,
Hope lays choked again.
Unexpected seasons tear the veil of my oblivion,
Sands of time still running through my blood.
The strength of all these visions
Dazes my sense and my reason,
Whispering the way for my return.
Far from this world now our hearts can be free,
Here they're stabbed by reality.
Lost in ourselves, in a new way to be,
The eternal illusion to live.
What we do and what we say,
Covered, lost, betrayed,
Desert dust will still remain,
Hope lays choked again.
2. The Fakest Jest
I'm dazzled by blue lights,
I'm realizing that this crowd
Is full of hollow hearts.
Still lonely on these beams,
I wonder if they creak or they just laugh at me again
I make-up my eyes with my dreams and my cries,
Playing my role on the stages of life,
Trying to make you laugh,
Ignoring the black on my hands.
Colours of future and colours of past,
Present's my hope but is crumbling fast,
I'm just a fragment of feeling in this dying soul.
A pale make-up, a smiling mouth,
My drolly fakes, to hide my eyes.
Me and my hands, in front of you,
You staring eyes, how could you laugh?
Deeper into my sadness,
There's an image of my thoughts, just as a coil of dust.
Falling down, down into madness,
The only refraction of this oul
Is this false smiling face.
"Enviant de ces gens la passion tenace,
De vielles putains la funèbre gaieté,
Et tous gaillardement trafiquant à ma face,
L'un de son vieil honneur,
L'autre de sa beauté!
Et mon coeur s'effraya maint pauvre homme
Courant avec ferveur à l' abime béant,
Et qui, soul de son sang, préférerait en somme
La douleur à la mort et l'enfer au néant"
3. My Infinite
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