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La fin
05:33
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Whisper
06:10
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When I was walking in those fields of distant trees,
Cold gentle drops, The loved body,
My mind hurled from what I considered true.
It had been long since a name had unveiled its strength,
The thrashing might, the cutting, of pounds of flesh.
Small signs of everyday life, pains and inconceivable beauty,
Looks of hatred words through continents, and sounds.
To her, my smile.
Behind, only forgotten movements and animals.
The time had come to unseal the bonds.
Holding her hand, the one that I could read,
I stepped into a new land of preparation.
A billion sands, cold and calm.
Fragile emotive steps opening my feelings to the Greatness.
The drifting waves, breaking horizons of long lit fires
Sent warm darkness through my being. And then something.
I saw of that distance, the greater City, where She attended.
Patiently, the ruins of world wars. Watching.
Where they were. I was. I listened.
Beautiful stars galloping what had been,
centered on a rock of black darkness
I entered the depths of an eternal change
Rootless on a stage, the first of many days.
All the might falling, the Singular,
My approach towards the entrance, passing females
Laying over
This earth , what had been before. Then time.
She was the universe: She was the second rebirth.
I remained.
Cold gentle drops. The body I loved.
I held her hand. The one that I could touch.
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Death of a sun
02:38
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When they come,
And the sun has died:
No born son,
For it all was lied.
When they come,
And the sun has died:
Beneath the man,
As he waits and cries.
When the come,
And the sun has died:
No end will hide,
beart the thought and die.
When they come,
And the sun has died:
Clustered lies
In a long lost tide.
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Scarborough Fair
07:45
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[Pre lyrics]
A memory has a place, an old birth, a lifetime, an own death. Each part paralizes its art, its something, that we own only in shelter. amongst our descent, they are lost in turbines of titan clashes, during our life these parts are icely scattered, in a thousand places each distributed evenly on a perfect white square.
Forced repetition of thousands towards a galaxy, outreaching unreal distances. Think of what pain arises seeing them again, for they are what makes you a man.
For they are what makes you a man.
Reaction, one towards the other, as an electric impulse of tremendous shatter, a broken bridge towards islands which hold yourself heavenly. It is but an old father who plays conclusively, bargaining, stretching your torn body that cannot heal itself.
Layed down you perceive faintly, that baby she will hold.
The patterns repeat themselves as a scent.
And you cry
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Narcosia
05:43
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Caledonia
06:12
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Pulver & Asche Records Chiasso, Switzerland
Pulver & Asche Records - independent music label based in southern Switzerland.
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