Inlaid Dark Arches
( Demo '96 )

1. Intro
2. The Canvas Under The Dark Arch
3. Amidst The Harmony Of Darkness
4. Langour In Caves

The Canvas Under The Dark Arch

The night presents sometimes the way - to the old hall
I get inside and give up the emptiness capturing the souls
And I feel that the darkness has come long ago
Entangled into loneliness - parts of a dream

The stare caresses the canvas
The flesh gets lighter as if it were dust
And you can hear the sagely whispering breeze
Let yourself go into the unknown and you will be led to them

Oh picture, show me the aeon
That perpetually hovers in my dream

In the picture I observe the unknown aeon
Still unfinished - time that is not yet built
All embracing emptiness, perfect silence
I've given in, yearning to merge with them

I see the fading calendar, finishing its pages
Tearing off only the age - old memories
Time, slowing down its rhythm, turns its pages...
It will be the last one, beyond that - nameless field

And the earth will remain where the sorrow is preserved
I've given in to the breeze, I'll cross the line and join them...

Amidst The Harmony Of Darkness

With the coming of the light in the long ago sleeping open spaces
The peace of the souls was taken away - put in chains
The boundless bottom of the universe was burned down
And anguish had sprouted in the earth

So many burned souls were pushed away from the stream
Leading to harmony with the unseen
Strewing with every sunrise
The room of the entire dark harmony
Invisibly soaked in the old matter
Burning the secrets, erasing them to oblivion
As if sneaking in the calm sleep
Turning every stream to the other side into a bridge of fire

But the light will soon die out
Like a candle burning low
Drowned in its warm faces

And the make-up changes in the nights
Hidden under the colours
Colours clad in darkness
Despondent, the souls look intently around
And then fall asleep among them
But their sleep wouldn't last for a long time
Keeping the secrets - secrets about the dark

...And darkness will befall again...

Languor In Caves
Like the eyes of the sadness - deep and black
Staring with the malice of darkness into
The many-coloured abundance of the
Shallow lands and the blue sky
Their entrances count the years
Without ever being closed by the sleep
They elate the heart which isn't pounding,
In which there is no warmth

- The dark mysteries are over there

Underworld, time is a dream
The darkness speaks with the waterfall
Every voice repeated several times
Arraying tears along the wet arches
Arches engraved for a long time, arches of
Fingers with which the darkness creates
Roughness never touched
And traced out by day time shadows.

Here is the association with the mystery

Dark faces are anticipating
faces hidden among the arches
Ornaments veiled in darkness
The day has no name until the last dawn
Until the sky dies away
Like the first mourning before...