2010 - NOT OF THIS WORLD 3CD


EDGES (MISSION WALHALLA V)

the night's filters do not respond
sweat is dropping on the pillow
and my mind is in a larger agitation
which is pressing the temples

echoes of wind / echoes of wind
my hand are searching your fingers
the death of sleep and the artificial caress
i wait for the morning time

around the the night in silence
the watcher dreams the joy
that man was in the garden
the devils are waiting

echoes of wind / echoes of wind
my hands are searching your fingers
behind that door there's somebody calling
edges have no end


BLACK HARBOUR / HELMA NAH' SHMARR

Ana'n maia nen sa'n
Helma nah' shmarr.
Ana's maia nen sa'n
Helma nah' shmarr.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va
Enah kunda mada
Shena sikra mirah
Hiun ja x'en.
Szeh deh kaen va leh'va
Enah kunda mada
Shena sikra mirah
Hiun ja x'en, naeh sceh denal.

Ana'n maia nen sa'n
Helma nah' shmarr
Hyrye wenah' ysal
Hon Gunih san.
Ana'n maia nen sa'n
Helma nah' shmarr
Hyrye wenah' ysal
Hon Gunih san.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va
Enah kunda mada
Shena sikra mirah
Hiun ja x'en.
Szeh deh kaen va leh'va
Enah kunda mada
Shena sikra mirah
Hiun ja x'en. Ylah'en shwah'la

Ana'n maia nen sa'n
Helma nah' shmarr
Hyrye wenah' ysal
Hon Gunih san
Hyrye wenah' ysal
Hon, Abah'don


K-PAX (FOTONOVELA MIX)

A sunny morning, almost spring,
your drowsy smile grey like a kiss
some weary lover would have given
to a glorious jewel from the abyss.
Where are the hours of your rising night...?
Worn-out and incredibly bright...
And then again we both wake up
saying hello to our own world
a dust like gold was everywhere
filling the room, the reborn air
unseen a spetter was waiting
for that invincible soldier.
He had my eyes and my cruel heart
my secret days, my chilling flames
was near to you while staying apart
watching his days lost in a game
made for some ghosts looking like him
but I can swear he had a dream.
A sunny morning, maybe March
And now must turn my face to you,
I must realize what is that arch
enemy looking for your blue
but willing and merciful arms.
Don't say a word.
The world has gone.


DRIFTING

So here I am close to these windows,
watching those eyes just for a frame,
feeling I can't stand that reflection,
while everything flies into flames.
Thank you my friends for giving me kindness,
for understanding what I need,
forgetting you will be not so hard.
All that remains.
All that remains.

And here's to you your beloved ghost.
The things I've seen in me are lost.
Dear lovers you... you know who I am,
thank you for having killed me so gently,
for all the tears I cannot cry.
All that remains is just a fool
who talks with monsters you don't see.
All that remains is just "bare wisdom".

I beg you tell me silent words
'cause every time I close my eyes
a scary light denies my sleep
and a well-known terror suffocates me.
So please I beg you let me fade
giving me your warm lost hand to hold on to.
All that remains is just sleep.
All that remains.
All that remains.


K-SPACE-Y 1

In every death there shines a star.
Every sorrow recalls frames of a no return to life.
May you see the brightness of lost distant Jupiter's rings?
One day sunrise never will come.
No return to life.
Flashes of life chase each others.
Would have cried all my tears...
down there I found my breath.
And heart doesn't beat anymore
but life's dreaming into dread.
Mars sky's layers are licking me.
No return to life.


OCEAN (LIVE)

When the lights are falling down
I hear the echoes of your words
so near to me
The blue islands of my eyes
are fading slowly into a cage
of velvet rain
Ray of despair
Ray of despair
Rain over me

There's a thin line across the sea
and a red circle in the sand
Horizons left...
In every moment of the night
I call the winter in your name
your missing name

Let me be ocean rays
A snowy park into the fire
Let me be ocean rays
A silver death beside the sun
that has called for years
inside my soul
That has called for years
inside my soul

The gates are closed in glassy days
in books of memories and pain
and smiling hours
I hold your hand in silence still
A frozen desert without time
The golden gift
Mornings of rain
Mornings of rain

Let me be ocean rays
A snowy park into the fire
Let me be ocean rays
A silver death beside the sun
Let me be far from here
A distant scream into the light
Let me be a raising dawn
and like a dawn
just like a dawn
shine over me.


ILLEGAL APOLOGY OF CRIME

We are here to destroy the sun
The rusty sun
Now.
We've found the real way
To turn off its dumb heat.
None of you
Will have a chance to kill us.
Learning this will be fine.
We can say we are the death.

We're trying to carry out
A realm of terror...
No human being even dreamt of it.

It's clear we shall wipe out
Any resistance,
Now.


DAYS TO COME (SENSORY GATE MIX)

Don't be sad and come, come to look out
of the windows in a wasted morning,
this lost and menacing sky is yours,
it's just my gift, my gift for you.
Only my hate still remains,
only closed eyes and hazy shouting
which are dying out so lazily while
everything shatters my idiot plans.
Let's go for a walk to foggy streets,
foggy like the dreams we dreamt about and
keep on staying alive in the frozen dreams
which somebody sings the praises of.
Here is just the hand of your cruel friend,
in a silence "vie" with no return,
then you push me back, back to the tiredness
where I come from... alone?
Maybe time ago I did give up,
losing something I was fond of,
but there is no trick, no lack of awareness,
if I look back.
Some hours again, in the loss's sun,
and also your eyes will get a flower,
born among the new fear of the crowd,
born while waiting crimes to come.
I have open eyes and I still breathe
and I breathe pure wrath in the cut air,
and believe me scorn is not enough
for this heaven.
And I breathe the streets of loneliness
even though they told I was dead
and I can't forget the boundless winter
and what it whispers.
Only for your eyes I might cry,
but I cannot look, cannot look t you.
I have joy and death within myself.
I have joy and death.


ECLIPSE

Watching those flowers burning out tonight
Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight.
Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage,
While from my hands is falling another page...
Dreams and lost days are burning in the past,
Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast,
And in the great light I cannot see no more
Where is the right side, where is the golden door.
Mornings and colors are playing out of here,
Because I don't remember the memories of fear,
The aura of the moondawn is loosing her contours,
Sweet angels of heaven are missing their return.
Echoes of whispers so similar to paint,
Distant, so distant, like diamonds in the rain,
And if for a moment there lights are on your lips,
I know, there's no answer, but a wonderful eclipse.


THE BURNING SEA (RETRO-ENGINEERING 2)

I hear the barking dogs singing your favourite tune
among the growing corn, in this tired summer's flood
I see the falling drops
I hear your boring groans
they sound like casual howls
coming from endless shows...
No one will get into this place
as no one could get out unhurt.
No one will find anything else
but fixed expressions on a picture.
No one can hear, no one can see
no one can save me from my past
no one can eat my chilly heart
no one will escape from this rain.
I've understood your thoughts.
I've been part of your soul
but I never met you before
along these corridors.
I hear the barking dogs,
they sing your favourite tune
among the growing corn
in this old summer's flood...
The game is over, stuff your sun
stuff your light, stuff your drugs
your cowardice, your mummy's sneer
as anyway I'll take you to her.
And blindness is coming, coming here
to our lost lands, to our regrets.
Its kiss is great its hands are cold...
So blindness is coming. Coming here.
And everything is burning down this lost and paralyzing sea
and Donald Duck is smiling from hell
and waves his lovely little hand.
No one can hear, no one can see
no one can save me from my past
no one can eat my chilly heart
no one will escape from this rain.
You legendary idiot shits
what have you been thinking with this joke?
Where have you been, what have you done
what may you say and add and realize?
Your conformity, your anarchy
your rhetoric, your black old Sundays...
The game is over, stuff your sun.
Where have you been, what have you done?
No one will get into this place
as no one could get out unhurt.
No one will find anything else
but laughing killers in a picture.


AURA

See the snow and the red flowers in the fall, strains of marble on the angel with crying eyes,
Passing shadows in the fire of the last room
And like spectres wrap around the ashen sky.
Distant words and the last island is now near,
Like a Bocklin's picture now the sea is quiet.
He is Christ and she is Christ
And near the cross
They are angels falling in the silent sky.
Touch my body for an instant in this dawn,
Touch the stone, it's cold like the heart of your church
And if you can feel something special in your tears,
Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years
Because the black names will return
To drown the roses of your dreams,
Because the stigmata are bleeding
Over the sanctuaries of the rain
And if you can't forget the pain of this return,
It doesn't matter, now the time is not your friend,
Remember all you want remember if you want
And no one scream and no one tear could give me life.
Touch my body for an instant in this dawn
Touch the stone, it is cold like the heart of your church
And if you can feel something special in your tears,
Remember, ghosts like me are roses for your years.
And all the gates of the cemetery
Are closed forever on your reasons.
Only mercy's eyes will shine
Over the dark lights of your treason.


WASTED BRIDGES

Waiting for the silent men
watching the solar nights
while in these mornings
sparkling drops of young spears
are falling from the trees...
In the boulevard of light
In the boulevard of light.
Fresh waters and fountains
reappearing in the quiet zones
where is possible to rest
laying on the blue bed
at the edge of heaven.

And if in the night
I cannot see anymore flights
I can hear some distant screams
lost in the great obscurity;
when fog is turning back
from the front of a black war
I am walkig near that river
that leads me through the rain
as the gates of the wasted bridge...
as the gates of the wasted bridge...

Night of echoes, missing faces
missing steps of missing men
in a dream of grey old shadows
smoking cigarettes at last
on the bridge of broken leaves.
Smoking cigarettes with ghosts
on the bridge of broken leaves.


THE LIMIT

Everybody is sleeping now
I've been traveling for hours
Outskirts' first lights start to appear down there
I've always liked these cold and gloomy underpasses.
But I think I would like to fly away...
Yes, I think I would like to fly away.
I don't know what they're dreaming about
I don't know how they are able to sleep.
We have been talking a lot, today
We have been laughing more than ever.
These lost nights...
These lost nights succeed in calming me down.
Some days ago we have lost the way,
we had been going the wrong way
So, we decided to stop there
drawing up the car to the side...
Then we lit a cigarette
remaining there for a while
Countryside was so flat
flat and quiet
There was no hill around
that pale sun
and corn was slightly rippling.
We'll wake up a bit later, tomorrow
Tonight we sleep more.
Yes, we'll keep on dreaming...
keep on dreaming.


AFTER WINTER (VERSION BY NAEVUS)

See this place after winter
while wind is blowing softly
and another night has gone
with no sleep and neither noise.
"Sisters" are burning in Hell,
"brothers" maybe are doing it too.
Wrapped in fire or lost with angels
till those lies will become truth.

Burn and burn my little bed,
you should understand my opinion,
after all I'm wasting time
talking with some hidden idiot.
Burn and burn dear useless voice
losing you is the best choice,
no more lies to say any longer,
just some shit to die for.

When that Light's vast sea is coming
to kiss my head once again,
an involuntary dream
is getting closer for a while
with its warm blue hands of sorrow
and draws the past of a blind crowd,
when a future made of playing shades
appears among the rays.

Our lives "dance around fires"
that somebody needs to light
thinking life is just a star
made for boring bunnies' shouts.
Time for hearing fairy tales
time to thank for all this fun,
all the teddy bears are buying
brand new tickets to the sun.


THE ICY DAWN

A lifeless
first sun ray
is knocking at the dawn
while drifting tries
to save me
while drifting tries
to find me.

... And silent
his shadow
is floating upon here
and seems to breathe
this warm air
and wants to forget
the fog outside
in vain.

Your silent lost eyes
recall the fall
and nothing will trouble
our far fading souls.
A deep endless sleep
is taking away
all sounds and dreams
from life


SEA OF MEMORY

Sea of memory, sea of memory
wind and water in my dreams
passing through my fingers
passing through my brain
fragile sand castle on my shore

Where is my lover
where is my father
where are the smily eyes of my youth
wind and water in my dreams
wind and water in my dreams

Sea of memory, sea of memory
wind and water in my dreams
passing through my fingers
passing through my mind
fragile sand castle on my shore

Sea of memory, sea of memory...


I AM THE LIGHT

I know all the waters 'round me
now are flowing to the sea
and every spoken word is a cancer
that slowly kills this hope in deep
and all the shadows on the curtain
are only traitors of a dream...
So, please, come to my empty lost room
because the lights are getting white
and then the figures on these ice walls
are cutting fingers in my head
and I'm not joking, I'm seeing they're coming
over my trembling and unsteady legs.
So you go on to say the waters
are only rivers to the sea,
but please, remember I'm so tired
and your rat-words make me afraid.
So my dear father and my good mother
my nightmares are your good friends.
My tears are vain and I've no more voice,
for all these years I screamed my name.
The glasses hide my tortured twilight
I've no more time to turn now back.
Why don't you know the spring is rising...?
You cannot follow me, because I'm dead.
I am the light, now...
I am the light.


THANKS PIGS

Fly with your mind
to hot summerland
Take a break
in the morning air
While everything runs in the best way.
Let's call on the phone
your closest friend...
Maybe tonite
we will reach the West
watching the nightsky
dreaming the best.
Dreaming the sun sky,
getting the best...
This is not the right place
for those psychopaths
I write about in my trendy craps...
(Lucifer is an angel
living on the violet hill)...
Hawaiian shirts and some vodka-ice
Don't wanna see any well-known faces
... Writing reviews for some music mags...
... eating hot-dogs on the golden sands... sands...
Nobody can do anything to me
This isn't fiction and not a film.
"We're just the alternative ultra-chic...
Killers exist only in your fantasy..."


FÜR IMMER

Ein Engel ist geworden...
Deine Tränen weinen die Nacht herein,
hoffnungslos weiss, stumm; langsam.
Große stille Schneeflocken.
Deine Tränen weinen die Nacht herein
und dein Körper geknetet aus Schnee.
Wir liegen kalt und tot, uns weckt kein Singen,
keines Friedens Gruß.
Nicht für uns...
Wir harren wohl der Auferstehung zu, Tag um Tag,
wie ein geweihter Dolch unsre Totensonne schlitz.
Der Lorberkranz, der heilige Leib...
Tage zertrümmert, Marterjahre.
... Und Schauer von Licht.
Oh, diese Augen den weiten Himmel leeren...
Es hat der Schnee über Nacht...
meine Totenmaske gemacht.


ANTI-LIGHT

Home, silent 'n crying home
how many years in your womb...
how many years in your womb...
Home, silent and crying home.

Stars have passed through your shore
distant like little flames...
Home, silent 'n crying home.
Home, crying 'n silent home.

Voices often spoke
in your cold telephones.
Home, silent 'n crying home.
Home, silent 'n falling home.


KOBNA DOB (THE SINISTER SEASON)

Više me ne plaši buka
Gotovo da je ni ne čujem
Dole u dvorištu stoji par koraka
Jesu li to koraci za mene?
Tek jedno maleno ubistvo...
Ponekad, deca se igraju
Smeju se, preziru
Kiša staje
Smem li sada izači?
To je samo jošjedna smrt
Koja neče kasniti