Desolate
Desolate
Albums:
Eventide of the Orb and Heavens
Recorded in Graffitti Studio, Sofia/05-29.Dec.97/ and mixed/07-08;19-20.Jan.98/
Produced by Ivan Stankov, Ognyan Kyosovski & Desolate
Mastering - Roumen Boyadjiev
Coverart - Zdravets Novakov
(Zdravets@yahoo.Com)
Music and words by DESOLATE
Track Listing:
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Lyrics:
AT gOD'S HAND
Captives of approaching desolation
Upon fallen lands sprinkled with blood
Carried away in dreams to the place where god sleeps
god devoid of feelings who gives away the souls.
How many remain when rage is revolting
Without craving for liberation from pain
Lost the strength of the unnamed everlasting times
Now they are crying before someone in love with the virginity of the entire sky…
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
And echoes of bells
Amongst voiceless winds
Echoes of bells
Stirring up the sleep of the transfixed centuries
Wraiths with the names of suffering
Before images with dark haloes
Step-mother of the new language
Smoke from the earth caressed by the dance
Of pierced female hands…
The hanging orb far from the sky
Above which the "merciful" god prays
FIREFLIGHT
Black flames come like screaming dreams
In the rooms of a soul lost in reverie
Like waters carving the hills of heaven
Gaining ground with grandeur
The lights retreats for her,
It melts in the dark sky
With farflight the expectation goes away-dying earth
Fireflight
It leaves its ash darker
And a black fairy roams
The land of reality in unreal dimension
Amongst which the souls suffer
Meetings which destroy the fate
Where someplace…does not exist
Before glassy eyes they will weep again
If pierced the ghost staggers
And emptiness brings along the unfinished space for coming epochs
And the look, the soul of fire devours the others
On the side of dreams of sleeping souls
In mirthless desires it brings forth prayers
In which Earth and heaven will burn.
Fireflight
It leaves its ash darker
And a black fairy roams
The land of reality in unreal dimension
Amongst which the souls suffer
EVENTIDE IN FIRE
Empery of darkness
How many gravelands I see
And fire coming amidst a heavenly area
Burning angels
Fear born in heaven
Fear of god grows.
Mysteries of world's creation
Are undressed
And winds of chaos come
To take the humankind
Evil spirits run away
With us
With us
Visions of grief from god's grace
We see only through dark horizons
Blindness in heavenly eyes
The all-beautiful dream of light dies…
Meeting the eventide in fire
Ceaseless like a wind in undressed fields
And the celebration of souls crying chaotic words
This is cry in heaven
Oh, you see the freedom of souls
Then the dance began and sun turned below
The miracle is broken
And our mind is spoken
With the magic of the halls of night
When real light is fire
PLACE FOR OURSELVES
Searching…
Place for ourselves
Look for the buried pale belief
Wrapped in religious soil
The life of time does not lay within the myth
Search… away from the gods
So that the way to the neverending would and
Seek in the golden swamps of silence
Keeping water under a sharp cover
Where sick bodies tear apart relief
From the sickness of deliverance our souls run away
-heaven has been always swinging in tears
Searching…
Place for ourselves
Search… away from the gods
Blindness speaks in curses
-In not so gently heavenly looks
So that everything would end
The everliving one weeps, his wings chopped off
And chaos begs the anguish to entangle
-In the loop of everspinning worlds- the elliptical path
Search for a place for ourselves…
…for our souls
BLOODYLANDS
They are coming to take our souls
But burn in their hands- suffering
Mother bury them
Set the earth on fire under their feet
They are coming to take our souls
But burn in their hands- suffering
They were not left alone-not by other hands
The cross was screaming to them but it will burn out
Left to walk the earth which is desecrated by no one
They die, but the earth flooded with their blood
Remains no man's land
Bloodylands… there are no skies
They die, and the space opens paths of the ghostly apparitions
The earth soaked with blood remains no man's land
The blood-red reverse flow down from the mountains
Through the skies
Their eyes look at us
They are still within us
Women walk bare-footed with spectral bodies
In the transparent veils of the pure faith
Wandering above their land
-but the eyes of the foes…
Mother bury them
Set the earth on fire under their feet
They were not left alone-not by other hands
The cross was screaming to them but it will burn out
Left to walk the earth which is desecrated by no one
They die, but the earth flooded with their blood
Remains no man's land
Bloodylands… there are no skies
They die, and the space opens paths of the ghostly apparitions
The earth soaked with blood remains… oh, bloody lands
NIGHTVIEW
Night…
This spacious veil is going down
I feel that the day won't come again
Days… they were long
But now the eternal night stands before me
Darkness… the names are forgotten
The numb flesh but my soul flies
Oh spaces, give me the wings to my thoughts
I don't want to see the long days again
Days… they were long
But now the eternal night stands before me
Night…
This spacious veil is going down
I feel that the day won't come again
Born… when I know that I shall never wake up
Where do they come from- come only to go away
When I can see in the dark
I see that they put the flowers on me
What I see travels with my soul
Towards the past, towards previous times
The path beyond takes my hand
In memory it will go away
-Stronger is the call
WHILE THE NAME IS GOING AWAY FROM THE STONE
Their shadows hover above- they don't have names
Their hands recline- left in loneliness
The grief is the revelation which they discover
They want to hear an answer from the silence
When the name is going after them…
…Their spirits bring about oblivion
Quiet lit in the storms
Fire is burning the eyes that saw
The names are their massages
That you cannot open
The grief is theirs now- the immortals cry
Is echoing back in the space
You always hear it when you stand
Close to the sky
When you run with the wind you will be with them
When this is your wish it is the last and eternal
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For prices and info contact:
DESOLATE
C/O ILKO GIZDOV
P.O. BOX 2737
1415 SOFIA
BULGARIA
e-mail
ebdbydes@sf.icn.bg