[I can not find any words for the introduction. I think this is the deepest and most personal text I've made for this album.]
[The Silent Prolouge:] Words of a Violin crying sweet, sad in my head. Little wisp of men dancing on the strings - fragile harmonics in the bitter Ether of Nihil. Never to hear such a soul-engraving melody.
String snaps with shrill, sore sound Body strains in the last orgasm
[Scene 1: Colours:Emptiness mingles with Grief. Oblivion. Remark of the last picture. Steam or smoke -a touch of blow on my face, I think. Pleasant feeling.]
To wake up in a mute dream Mind drifts into amazement Wonder creates curiosity which often blends with muddle.
[Scene 2:: I see myself in a dark, slow-circling tunnel, thick darkness everywhere, and a kind of light at the end, glowing like Sun.]
I've been already here, sometime Tunnel of blackwater abyss Revolves in darkness-womb
Floating, Become one with the dark drifts Calmness. I left everything outside Which tied me to the crest of the earth All I built, all they built. (All I am, all I was.) The darkness as an angel receives me into itself Embraces, fondles me And allows to touch its face.
This is not what I'm here for.
Observing the light which grows like hunger As I approach closer and deeper Thrill, Allurement, Ardour A call from beyond Light as Destination, I reach through my fall. Yes... I merge into the Unknown.
Catharsis Scene freezes in motion Vibration around the body Face deforms into the grimace of bawl Pupils wide open Cruel, heart-splitting dismay
" This was the man but you are light, energy and light. You see, feel and realize That the bewitching, drawing Unknown Holds a (maybe) quicksilver bred mirror towards you."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
