1. Tristetea Vehementa (Part 1)

Viata Dormiteaza Germinind Si-O Simt In Jur Universala
Intr-o Nesfirsita Oboseala Si-n Absenta Ultimului Cind
Iar Taina Aerului Otravit Intr-un Inceput De-nnoptare
Alacelui Orizont Nemarginit Adoarme Fara Desteptare

My ruined world 's denying the earthly time
Drained of all emotions...
Immortality: Now be mine!
My ruined dreams – remains of tortured years
Who will be left to wipe away my bitter tears?

Words of sorrow...
sail, travelling on cold winds
Words of tranquility...
fail, dancing on my wounded lips

I'm dying mostly alone
Within life's thin disguise
And I can't tame the blood
And the heart THEY have baptized

The scars burn deeply into my soul
My smile has lost it's brilliance
My words become so trivial...
Loosing all desire,
Loosing all,
but pride. Cu vehementa miniei tristetea
Difuza se strecoara
Printre-ncheieturi
Ca un ghimpe de-otrava
al florii vietii vestejite "Moartea succede vietii,
viata succede la moarte
Alt sens u-are lumea asta,
n-are akt slop si-alta soarta!"

...Caci demult, aici, la marginea vietii
Sub lumina siderala, nu mai traiesc in timp...
Iar calendarul a reintrat in forma lui astrala

"Te vad, Te aud, te cuget,
Tinara si dulce veste, dintr-un cer cu-alte stele
cu alte vise si alti zei"

...Pe drumuri delirind, pe-o vreme de toamna
Ma urmareste-un Gind, Ce ma-ndeamna:
"Dispari cit mai curind!"
...Caci visu-mi nu-i un dis pamintesc

My ruined world's grasping for a mystic thought
Though the soul's already tired of search
My ruined dreams – Out of reach
And the hopeless soul keeps on waiting,
for whom?
But who's to know?

2. Stindardul Blasfemiei

Trei cruci de lemn, trei cruci enorme de lemn
Vopsite cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei
Fintina celor... crediciosi!

Trei cruci pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe calatori si parca-s trei spinzuratori
De care atirna trei crisosi...

Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar indemn
Ca dou-armate puse una-n fata alteia
Cumintii se-ntilnira cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de miine se-ntilnira cu parintii...

"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de lemn
Deoparte flutura stindardul credintei... alb... curat..."

...ca albul cel curat, al florilor de nufar
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in cufar
De craniu omenesc...
Sta gata sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare
A albului domnesc...

Insa-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia
"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse deschidea-n albastrul:"
Drumul altui fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul
se-nnegrea... Si-n ziu-aceea cerul innegrit de fum parea
Un tavan de catedrala ce se naruia

Si multimea-nspaimintata, spre clopotnitele-aprinse
Se-ndrumeaza grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind
Pling ca resturile unei armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte
Si zimbeste ... fredonind:
BLASFEMIE !!!
"Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"

3. Near Dark (...Und Der Tod Wird Vor Neid Erblassen)

Part One

This is a world blessed by the victims
Of carnal tragedy
The humans ritual of love and adoration
Dense-woven history

Sentiments decide existance, the artwork that I've bled
Bizarre she defined her presence
With the lament of the undead
When her eyes have bathed in danger
And the moon had new design
In the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
But the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
In this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
I'll forever strive...

Part Two

4. Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

I gave you light
I seared off the oceans
To show you my devotion
I've lived your fright I wanna be the infamy
I wanna wound your caprice
I need to try your malice
You should tame my misery

I wanna lick your beauty
I wanna scar your sweetened wounds
To reap your rotten fruits
Your loving gotta suit me

Oh, let me be the one Who sets you free
See how love unveils
Her incomparable mystery

I wanna feel your hungry skin
I wanna be the sacrificed
I'll make you the holy praised
Whore... of my radiant sin

I wanna see you sacrificed
I wanna be the hungry skin
To share with you the greatest sin
My holy, capricious whore!

I've been kissin' the filth
My tongue's been bleedin'
I've been stealing you a wing
My dark, sinister angel

Oh, let me touch your guilty soul
Let me be your hungry skin
Let me be your thrilling dream
Let me rape your open wounds

Oh, let me see your other face
We belong to the same disgrace
I was the dead you fettered
... you were the angel I raped...

5. Noaptea Nefiintei (Die Nacht Des Unwesens)

Ach, Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Wenn die Sterne du auslöschen würdest
Ihre Strahlen murmeln unbekannte Gesänge...
Und ich wünsche mir
alles Düstere und Stumme
alles Entblößte und Verschwommene

All das Finstere liebend –
Meine Aura verängstigte
Als ein blinder Gedanke knabberte
An Raum und Zeit

Oh Seele, wanderndes Gebein, meinen Frieden du erbittest
Ich lege mich nieder, erfrischendes Dunkel
Von schweren Todesträumen durchdrungen
Und wickle mich in deinen Schleier

Mit meinen Gedanken trotze ich allem, was Sie Gott nennen
Ach, du Mörder der Kunst, du falsche Lebensweisheit
Aus meinem atheistischen Glauben
Wirst Du gewiss sie nimmer rauben
Die entweihte Krone meiner wahren Unsterblichkeit

Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Wenn die Sterne du auslöschen würdest
Der Tumult der Existenz...
Fragwürdig, ungewohnlich edel
Dein Schatten murmelt unbekannte Gesänge
Endlich, Nacht...
steck deine schwarze Flagge
In meinen stummen Schädel

In deinem teuflischen Blick – ein düsteres Paradies
Von tiefer, eingeschlafener Dunkelheit
Oh göttliche Vorstellung, die ich oft pries
Verstummter Jammer eines sanften Lächelns
Meine Seele geht verloren
Im nostalgischen Inferno
Visionen des Todes –
meiner Selbstverschwendung

Die Nacht wacht uber die Ikone der Geburt im Chaos
Ich wusste nichts von ihrer Existenz
Nichts, bis sie mich anlächelte

Ach Nacht, wie lieb du mir wärest
Mit deinem milden Weinen
Wenn Sterne die bittere Vergiftung auslöschen würden
Welche dieses abstrakte Leben in mich hineinpumpt
Wie der erste Schmerz.
Jedoch trist und still
Ist der Leichnam
Der sich aus meinem Inneren davonschleicht
Hinein
In die Nacht des UnwesensMerktige norske sjeler
Bemtrket av norrtnsk trollskhet
Ut av taakesltr, de vandret
Mtrke krigerske sjeler
Stolthet styrket av blod
Majestetisk krigersk broderskap

Voldelige mtrke toner
Brutal atmosphere og mtrke tanker
Skulle styre en enhet
Flammehav, blodige kjettinger
Svarte sinn i en evig reise

Ta sverdet fatt
Du nordstnn, knus dem nev
Norge skall bli vaart som ftr
Vi skal seire alle slag

La oss kjempe sammen
For vbre stolte forfedre
La oss hedre dem
La oss seire
For dem

6. Ribbons / Requiem

Random raining, ribbons of melancholy
The moment dies right here, before me
Grey horizons tarred to my days
The curtain fell, still the solitary plays

Dance with me, me dear
The dance of those, who'll never return
Bleeding traces left behind, for the living
Hear life forging with death
It's a gorgeous storm unfurling
I've awaited for so long
Now you taste like honey, dear,
on my rigid tongue

It's soothing as you delve
Into my crescent agony
Your lips of tragedy licking my requiem
I am betrayed by your kiss...

"Would you bleed for me again,
For I adore its pounding
On your fetid, lifeless shell, it becomes like satin
No love existing, oh, my darling, see
I am the architect of this bitter-sweet abstract"

A key, a door, a vision, remnants of a dream
Corridor of conclusions thru wide ribbons seen
Like a statue starring with the same cold eyes
Honey, kill me again, for know now what I am

Lay down with me, my dear
Listen to this requiem,
You always loved to hear
Through you knew the words
You did sing them wrong