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STROMMOUSSHELD LYRICS
"Behind the Curtain" (2003)
1. First Pledge - Mertradoetr
2. La Masquerade
3. Faust's Dream (In the Theatre of Dejavous)
4. Crying Roses
5. Materia of Depression
6. D.E.C.E.P.T.I.O.N.
7. Restless Souls (Heautontimoroumenos)
8. Solar Scream
9. Last Pledge - Waiting For...?
1. First Pledge - Mertradoetr
from the scene where my microcosmos has begun
with their whispers of passiveness
like permanent scent of Sonia ‘RykielRose’
my own drama grows up...
2. La Masquerade
Small... dark room
Walls! Painted in shadows
Shapes in [deca]dance
Importunately are smiling
In this silent world live my red painted thoughts
Sounds! Silent Sounds...
Sounds! Tormenting sounds...
There must be out of here
Exit from this plane
I hear the voices behind the wall
This must be a masquerade!
In this shining world lives my despaired soul
Sounds! Silent Sounds...
Sounds! Tormenting sounds...
There must be out of here
Exit from this plane
I hear the voices behind the wall
This must be a masquerade!
3. Faust's Dream (In the Theatre of Dejavous)
I can not sleep in my flying bed
Hallucinations come by dreams
I fear my solitude subconscious-
-the place where is a desert of mine
Everywhere are plots hidden in my own mind
Hallucinations come by dreams
We’ll drink our sweet poison
To fly away – to the desert of ours
I am the evil (one) who always denies
Because what was born here
Only worthy is to die
And better to be born nothing in this world
I am the evil (one) who always wants wrong
But only good deeds are made through my wounds
Following me is the following dreams
Welcome to my theatre of dejavous
Sleeping in the fragile golden wings
I perceive the world of imagination
I’m looking for the way to my virtual world of dreams
...a morning of my waking is coming,
but it must be a strange feeling,
when my blood is colouring the snow
white snow...
All furious thoughts, all pleasant sounds
All fallen flights and small boundaries
This is my microcosmos, my Home Sweet Home...
4. Crying Roses
5. Materia of Depression
In tormenting depression
Hidden in the empty space
I’m enduring forever
In this tiresome place
Bleeding memories of thunder
Persecuted by a sky
Still waiting for a storm
Let dream turns into real life
Rising nostalgia, yearning to fly
Souvenir from the last call
Of damnation’s bell
Forever alone in lightful apatia
I am discovering black materia
Of depression
6. D.E.C.E.P.T.I.O.N.
angels are crying
in a picturesque quarantine
this abandoned paradise
is now in a cold sweet sleep
welcome to this dirty land
where hope is under the anxiety's fog
calmness is included in a perverse spirit
mineral curse - without uniforms
D.espair was barn in the
E.xtravagant being which was
C.losed and inactive.
E.very man is a performer in a
P.antomime
T.ormenting fusion
I.am reserved to penetrate these plains
O.f infinity and eternity. I want to be
N.on-existant
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
this is deception...
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...
glasses full of angels' lies
play this sad melody
growing chaos, silhouette of coming...
deception
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the sounds, the scars, the strarts and the ends
this is deception...
the forms the shapes, the colours and I
the rules, the plans are stereothypes
the dreams, the dramas, imagine and cry
this is deception...
This has never been my world
never...
7. Restless Souls (Heautontimoroumenos)
Do I have my own star?
The star that shines forever
in this lost space, in this microcosmos' shit
Isolated from every sun
Desolated in every kind
of heaven
Behind the Curtain
Someday I'll burn my memories
And this is my answer
There is no director
Anywhere...
That star that shines forever
in this lost space, in this microcosmos' shit
Isolated from every
Desolated in every kind
of HEAVEN
8. Solar Scream
Solar scream when night turns off
as the hot flowers' splendour
Warm liquid oxygen is getting brighter
and my heavy breath reaches the end
Never stop is only one of fables
I've just wanted to leave my souvenir
behind each mask are hidden eyes of fear
It might be only my another schizm, because
boundary between java & dream disappeared a long time ago
Behind us million miles of transgalactical trip
But we are standing now at the beginning of
transcendental route...
Deformated masks in hellborn porno-smile
hide torment and pain
Warm liquid oxygen is getting brighter
and my heavy breath reaches the end
Never stop is only one of fables
I've just wanted to leave my souvenir
Hallucinations, phatamorganas
And where is my oasis?
9. Last Pledge - Waiting For...?
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