Storm of Memories Forsaken (исполнитель: Enslaved)
In the land described as the beyond In lack of better directional insight Something stirs and leaps Casual roads of reason intersect Conceptual wormholes in the lawless black In ancient matter Unknown kin, as they thoroughfare Unexplored utopia lineage Accumulation Icebergs of the abyss never melts Ideal energy, it's building within Unlike loyalty Cadaverous and spirited; I [bad word] and uniform; I sacrifice Resist the wisdom With limited perception we see -We learn, and we laugh, and we sleep, And we watch Logic is worthless Storm of the ions, ecstatic mind Seeps through the cracks, it fills up the bones I remember now The here and the now - it is nothing ...This Eve - haunted by a storm of memories Immortality Then it was quiet, then it was dark Trees, dreams, and [bad word] - Makes for a future I'm on the inside Looking at the sky, I think of you Life is a room, in between the greater halls There we'll met again I can't make out what is what is what In this storm of memories Now it [bad word] back I know there's strength in my blood I can hear the past Fearing not Time [bad word] .. listen There's a storm Within Storm of the ions, ecstatic mind Seeps through the cracks, it fills up the bones I remember now The here and the now - it is nothing ...This Eve - haunted by a storm of memories Immortality Then it was quiet, then it was dark Trees, dreams, and [bad word] - Makes for a future I'm on the inside Looking at the sky, I think of you Life is a room, in between the greater halls There we'll met again Unknown kin, as they thoroughfare Unexplored utopia lineage Accumulation Icebergs of the abyss never melts Ideal energy, it's building within Unlike loyalty Cadaverous and spirited; I [bad word] and uniform; I sacrifice Resist the wisdom With limited perception we see -We learn, and we laugh, and we sleep, And we watch Logic is worthless Forsaken Entombed in monumental self-moral Embracing the absurd Reason turned to abstraction Drowned in the shallowest of waters Forgotten the will To learn Abandoned every urge to Create Every border can be breached By the glorious armies of united perfection Marching forth Aiming low thirst to kill Defending the nothingness Forsaken The unborn learns to hate Navigation towards [bad word] Letting our ideals slowly rot And thus... Thus we choose To die... Die with pride And innocence... We became the heralds Born and raised to preach And to erase all traces Of the abstract and evil Swords... Temples... Fires... Doom... We failed to see what we fed The serpent of the deeps It grew and strangled the [bad word] We were embracing the lies We once could see its eyes The stare of death and deceit We feared not, the secrets we knew The guardian of the deeps Lost... And the darkness will prevail Forever... Folding hands with clouded sight Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind Forever... Lost... And turning blossom to decay Forever... Fighting wars with clouded sight Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind Forever...