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Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

All my senses rebel

under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

until you left her to ?

a journey I'll never make again

An eternal king will come
Dressed in our mortal flesh:
He will come from heaven certainly
To pass judgement on the century.

Before judgement is passed
A great sign will show itself:
The sun will lose its shine

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze.
It took a lifetime to get here,
A journey I'll never make again.

For those who have accepted the burden of shame,
For the innocent only guilt will remain
And our lives will be forced to accomodate

These silent chances pass one by
Who never knew of them at all
Resigned to the hands of fate
We await her impending beck and call

Until we return, paradise interred
Spread your golden wings, let the sails unfurl
Until we return, paradise interred

In the hour of darkness
when our worlds collide
assailed by madness
that has plagued our lives,

On the point of departure
on the eve of despair
the recourse to reason

We scale the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimension
Of life, lest we forget.
And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget
And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of it's misery and wretched lies
Away from harm
We lay by cool still waters

Авата́ра (иногда — авата́р,[1] санскр. अवतार, avatāra?, «нисхождение») — термин в философии индуизма, обычно используемый для обозначения нисхождения Бога из духовного мира в более низкие сферы бытия.

MURDER!
Man of Fire!
MURDER!
I've seen the eyes of living Death.
It's descending, survival,
the great mass [lay-a-] awaiting [gain],

Dave:["great mass lay-waiting game"]

We are ancients
As ancient as the sun
We came from the ocean
Once our ancestral home
So that one day
We could all return
To our birthright
The great celestial dome

The stars you see in the night sky
Have been dead for centuries
And sunlight creates the illusion
Of life for all these years
Now i no longer trust these eyes of mine
The heart must speak to me
In tongues of forgotten voices
In cosmic energy

Полумесяц

Звёзды, что мы видим в ночном небе
Могут быть столетиями мертвы,
Но их свет создаёт иллюзию жизни
В течение всех этих лет.
Теперь я больше не доверяю своим глазам
Сердце должно говорить со мной

Favoured one, fade on, see them run
Journey 'round, heave ho all night long
You've been afraid for far too long
I've been enraged in my song
I've been a rose in my rage
I've been a rose
I've been a rose
I've been a rose

Don't fade away
My brown-eyed girl
Come walk with me
I'll fill your heart with joy
And we'll dance through our isolation
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow
Turning thoughts to the here and everafter
Consuming fears in our fiery halos

Don't fade away

Don't fade away
My brown-eyed girl
Come walk with me
I'll fill your heart with joy
And we'll dance through our isolation
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow

I was told of a place in a distant land
Where tortured souls often cried together in anguish,
And the scenes that were shown were of a cruel and violent nature.
Scenes of pain and cruelty were there to be seen.

The arena, the time and the place were set
For all to watch and see.
I was told of a place in a distant land

Sota mono tratao no trateja mon
uto traja satija totaja tom
ima toja satao no trateja mon
uto traja satija tom, satija tom
sadom sadom
sadom sadom

Una torti sadom

Saloman hung down her head
Laid bare her heart for the world to see
She craved for intimacy
Through the darkened doors
Her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to sea
She craved lucidity
Cast adrift from past relationships in her life

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Frontier

Please go after him
'Cause he delayed them there
I see the proud man
He delayed to see them all
All have stayed
The bloodstains on the floor

Sail on silver wings, through this storm
what fortune love may bring,
back to my arms again the love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,
for now that wheels are turning I find my faith deserting me.
This night is filled with the cries of dispossessed children in search of paradise.
A sign of unresolved ambition drives the pin wheel on and on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,

You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was Solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.

My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep
Now look, see how they're dreaming
The black reciteries, while the children dream
Don't go so deep in slumber
Where you'll shy
Know you'll wander in sleep
Don't you fly too far away
Some men die without crying

I am stretched on your grave
and will lie there forever
if your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
my apple tree my brightness
it's time we were together
for I smell of the earth
and am worn by the weather

Sail on silver wings,
Through this storm what fortune love may bring,
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take,
For now that wheels are turning I find my faith deserting me.

If it were within - within our power
Beyond the reach of slavish pride
To no longer harbor grievances
Behind the mask's opportunists facade

We could welcome the responsibility
Like a long lost friend
And re-establish laughter

Severance...
the birds of leaving call to us
yet here we stand
endowed with the fear of flight

Overland...
the winds of change consume the land
while we remain

The river is deep and the road is long,
Daylight comes and I want to go home.
Awoke this morning
To find my people's tongues were tied
And in my dreams
They were given books to poison their minds.

The river is deep and the mountain high,

We are the stars which sing
We sing with our light
We are the birds of fire
We fly over the sky
Our light is a voice
We make a road for the spirit to pass over

{Algonquian Indian}

I thought I'd found a reason to live
Just like before when I was a child
Only to find that dreams made of sand
Would just fall apart and slip through my hands
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
And the spirit of life is the will to carry on
Adversity what have I done to you
To cause this reclusive silence

SUMMOUNING OF THE MUSE

We will summoun up the one day,
All th real, the real, the one day,
We will summoun up the one day,
All th real, the real, the one day,
We will summoun up the one day,
We will summoun up the one day,

Here in the garden of the arcane delights
Dark shadows overwhelm us and we become blind
Blind to the needs of those who would be free
From the grip of fear and the prisons of the mind

Amidst the throes of perplexity
Phobia moves amongst us, in her hand is held the seed
Extermination angel stood beside the road

Sail to the stars on your shining desires.
"Reasons? there are none!" cried the whiskey laden brain.
"When all is said and done, it amounts to just the same."

There in your starry eyes lie hopes that have been betrayed.

The cause of your desire can also lead to your demise.
When all is said and done it will be you who pays the price

Outside
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.

They are driven by a strange desire

Outside the storm clouds gathering
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn reach up and kiss the sky

They're driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone's calling

Under the sun I call your name
I revise your inner flame
I who dare to come disguised
In the night of the human eyes
As we begin to unravel the veil
Of our visions vivid and pale
We recoil with invisible bliss
Loosing there the claim to the comfort

Al jorn del Judici
parra` qui haura` fet servici.

Un rei vendra` perpetual
vestit de nostra carn mortal;
del cel vindra` tot certament
per fer del segle jutjament.

Al jorn del judici
Parrà qui avrà fet servici

Jesu crist rei universal
Home i ver déu eternal
Fel cel vindrà per a jutjar
I a cada u lo just darà

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
It took a lifetime to get here
A journey I'll never make again

For those who have accepted the burden of shame
For the innocent only guilt will remain

I sat within a valley green,
I sat there with my true love,
My sad heart strove the two between,
The old love and the new love, -
The old for her, the new that made
Me think of Ireland dearly,
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley.

I sat within a valley green
I sat me with my true love
My said heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley

John Francis Dooley, wipe the sleep from your eyes
And embrace the light
You have slept now for a thousand years
Beneath starless nights
And now it's time for you to renounce the old ways
And to see a new dawn rise

In former days, the masks were raised

Father father
Can you tell me
Where the hours go
Where time flows?
Is it written in the stars
Upon the milky way
That we must burn bright
Before we fade away?

Wild in the woods of love
We harm those whom we adore
And contrary to all good intentions
We suffocate them in an alarming embrace.
Listen child, try to understand,
All is not what it appears to be in the world at hand.
Here dreams are bought and sold for a price.
The truth a burden to keep for the rest of your life.

Fair Roseanna,
your vagrancy's a familiar tale
fraught with danger,
the lives you led were judged for fame
hatred enfolds us,
inculpates the minds with it's heresy
laymen enfold us,
clemency arrives to set you free!

Sometimes
I feel like I want to live
Far from the metropolis
Just walk through that door
Sometimes
I feel like I want to fly
Reach out to the painted sky
A prisoner to the wind