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TINTAGEL LYRICS
"Existence" (1998 Demo)
1. Horrow Without Face
2. Wasted Time
3. Plain Of Boredom
4. The Spatial Track
5. Existence Within Fear
1. Horrow Without Face
Horror without face
Which is coming from within
Is incarnating in frenzy
Which is coming inside.
Commotion of thoughts
Which are in full swing
Provides this merciless
Rotation with impetious power.
The stream has a power
And the power is depending on
The mind which was
Giving birth to it.
In the future
The mind is getting
Into depence
Of its stream
Every overturn
Goes with
Power exchange of a man
With a surroundings.
-You're going up the steps of power of self-destruction
-I don't believe you
-After your last step you will see your death
-It's unreal, Why are you telling me this lie
-You will be falling down from your stairway, you will kill yourself
-I'll never do it! No! Never!
-It doesn't depend on you - you're the puppet of circumstances
-Oh,no! Please! Help me!
Every, every step which are above it step
Is absorption of the power from evironment
Every, every next power-level
Will be able to be the end of stairway
Height of, height of critical point
Depends on character of a man
Character is a power which prevents from
Terrible, terrible stream and
This power
Fixes the number of a steps
And size of energy of transition
Character, character has a
Power capacity
In the future
The mind is getting
Into depence
Of its stream
Every overturn
Goes with
Power exchange of a man
With a surroundings.
Every, every step which below it step
Is returning of power to environment
This power is different actions
It can be murder or revenge or conversation
Energy is never created or obiterated
If you have descended one step down
Some one will go up
Someone can step over the last step and
Disappear for this world, having given
His energy for the others
The energy of self-destruction is strong for
That is cannot disappear
It sets the ball here in the world
Of people
2. Wasted Time
Liquid is turning warm in a senseless bowl
The reason for it is fire burnt by unknown might
The fire is burning, the bowl is tunring warmer
The pungent jelly is close to boil
Altering colour again and again
The flame is heating morbid humanity
That what occupied centuries
Now is changing throughout several hours
Wasted time
Is burning hot fire
Condemned earth
Is turning warmer and warmer like a bowl
Humanity is altering
Innevitably
Making the end close to the point
Restoring the heat
3. Plain Of Boredom
Great plain
Of boredom
Is increasing a new plant
Which is a part of soul
Which is assigning for perception
Of monotony and everyone rest
Winds of birth bring seeds of new plant
Which arise from rise of new life
They mount not at once
They mount after irrigation
By moister of
Monochromatic perception
The part of soul which intends for the perception of events
Takes the large territory of a soul.
Its territory is more than half of all space
Which intends for the keeping of a character of a man
This part of soul has to keep the boredom
Boredom
Plain of boredom
Perception is reaction
Of a man for events and facts.
Monochromatic perception favoures height of a plant
In the plain of boredom
Coloure perception is the sun
Which stifles a plant
Monochromatic and coloure perception
Intend all grantly space for perception in a soul
The higher is the plant -
The lower is the man's castle
But it doesn't happen
Always vice-versa
When the castle turns to ashes
The plant gets rotten and moister remained
In its leafs goes through soul
To other plants
4. The Spatial Track
Spatial track of stream of thoughts
Is carring away into eternal land of unknown feelings
Such a beautiful place opening something new
But it easily can close the old one
If you stay here along people loose comprehension of yours
The more the less
Once you'll never be able to go away
You'll never receive comprehension but nickname of madman
You're buried for folks
The longer you here stay
The less is your chance of
Returning all back
Is it worth passing into lack of comprehension
Plunging into boundless bliss?
What is better
Bliss of a reason or bliss of a soul?
Spatial track of stream of thoughts
Is carring away into eternal land of unknown feelings
Such a beautiful place opening something new
But it easily can close the old one
You're buried for folks
The longer you here stay
The less is your chance of
Returning all back
5. Existence Within Fear
He passed through thousand roads
They filled with ashes' hopes
Beheld he thousand folks
Their meagre faces fainted
Wherever he appeared
He was by fear met
Alchemist's life endevoured sence
Through words of burninig volumes
The path is leading rover to the city
He's taken by fever of dying which bounds the place
Foreteller behelds tomorrow in past
He feels obrechennost of suburbs
He knows who dies tonight,
Whose life will go on
Folk seek to meet the prophecer
To hear their fate
Tiran who reigned the city
Applied to rover's keen
Awaits what native place
Great riches in case complete are hopes
Hear, hear me, Tiran
You and your city will vanish
The sorrow will take them all, elders and children
The walls of buildings filled with death
If you don't follow my knoweledge
You, you're liar, warlock
You knoweledge's satan
It leads to death
Get ready rack and wheel
The verdict is doubtless
Like there's no hope for those
Who got their
Where fear dwells
The square is lit by fire
Devouring alchemist
His knoweledge is fading
Though tomorrow turned out today
And rats crept out to die
Near houses' doors
Filling air
With terrible sign of sorrow
The city tonight
Is expecting madness and plague
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