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WITHOUT FACE LYRICS
"Deep Inside" (2000)
1. Caledioscope
2. Sands Of Time
3. I And I
4. Hymn To The Night
5. Screaming Heartbeat
6. Deepression
7. The Picture
1. Caledioscope
2. Sands Of Time
Tell me not in mornful numbers
"life is but an empty dream!"
for the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
and the grave is not its goal;
"dust thou art, dust returnest,"
was not spoken of the soul.
And separting leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time
Not enjoyment and not sorrow
is our destined end or way;
but to act that each tomorrow
finds us farther than today
And departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time
Not enjoyment and not sorrow
is our destined end or way;
but act that each tomorrow
find us farther than today
Art is long and time is fleeting,
and our hearts though stout and brave,
still like muffled drums are beating
funeral marches to the grave.
3. I And I
Another night
Another fright
Another passion the words in my mind
The eyes becoming wild
Flesh and blood...bloody bones
At night outside
I can't control it
I have to let it go
I just keep an eye on
the demons from my mind
Coming out
I and I, I and I
Killer and victim
Another glance to the world
Through the demon's eye
Monsters of my dreams
The bloody brute
Waiting for the victim
in the dark corner
Delighted from hell
Steps
Another life
I stole it
The taste of your blood...
Dotting, fainting breath
The voice of heart's becoming silence
The killer instict is sated
I and I, I and I
Killer and victim...
Recovering Consciousness
Tormenting, paining
Because of the clear thoughts
Prickling conscience
Bloody in the mirror
My crying pouring into the night
I'm full of the hate for me
4. Hymn To The Night
I herd the trailing garments of the night
sweep through her marble halls;
I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
from the celestial walls
I felt her presence by its spell of might,
stopp o'er me from above, from above
the calm the majestic presence of the night
as of the one I love
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
the manifold soft chimes
that fill the haunted chambers of the night
like some old poet's rhymes
I felt her presence by its spell of might
stoop o'er me from above
tha calm, the majestic presence of the night
as of the one I love
I felt her presence by its spell of might
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight
The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair
the best beloved night
peace, Orestes like I breathe this prayer
descend with broad-winged flight
I felt her presence by its spell of night
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight
5. Screaming Heartbeat
crying, shouting
screaming, yelling
you must feel
sights of vanished spirits
don't stop here my fellow
make yourself at home
screaming heartbeat in the silence
something moving in the darkness
as if you were being watched
your hand is on the handle,
step across the threshold
come step one step higher
meet the last empire
softly, cracky planks
softly cracky steps
dusty footprints before you
silent darkness behind you
screaming heartbeat in the silence
something moving in the darkness
as if you were being watched
there's only space around you
now you bear something new
you think they're speaking to you
but only thr old floor
crackles under your soles
screaming heartbeat...
as if you were being watched
crying, shouting,
screaming, yelling
you must feel
sights of vanished spirits
don't step here my fellow
make yourself at home
now look at here!
you'll see the death
you'll see over the door
the faces in the wall
I'll give eternity
help me to build our city.
6. Deepression
7. The Picture
I'm hunting a nightmare
on the road to the old
castle of my calm, of my dreams
my new home
the moon lights my way
and shows the dark windows nearly
Stepping into my room
I'm welcomed by light
and the picture on my wall
silently ways good night
I wake up with the sun
but I'm really not the one
the paiting with the balcony
seems to move like the dawn
I break away from the mistery
but to visit the garden
and see my magnetic balcony
understand what happens
Running back to the picture
looking night and day
madness and reality
fighting in my brain
and the picture slowly shows itself
painted figures with painted selves
a girl in the dark every night
waiting fro the torture: the killer's knife
Bloody eyes try to find the way
trembling hands try to find the key
blood, wash the torture...
blood, break the curse...
in the dark - in the night
with the knife - in my heart...
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