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Mexican Radio - 3:28 Mesmerized - 3:24 Inner Sanctum - 5:14 Tristesses de la Lune - 2:58 Babylon Fell - 4:18 Caress Into Oblivion - 5:10 One In Their Pride (Porthole Mix) - 2:50 I Won't Dance - 4:31 Sorrows Of The Moon - 3:02 Rex Irae (Requiem) - 5:57 Oriental Masquerade - 1:15 One In Their Pride (Extended Mix) - 5:52 |
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
and the touch of a world that is
older
I turn the switch and check the number
I leave it on when in bed I
slumber
I hear the rhythms of the music
I buy the product and never use
it
I hear the talking of the deejay
Can't understand just what does he
say
Chorus
I'm on a Mexican Radio
I'm on a Mexican - whao -
radio
I dial it in and tune the station
They talk about U.S.
inflation
I understand just a little
No comprende it's a
riddle
Chorus - 4 times
I wish I was in Tijuana
Eating
barbequed iguana
I'd take requests on the telephone
I'm on a wavelength
far from home
I feel a hot wind on my shoulder
I did it in from south of
the border
I hear the talking of the deejay
Can't understand just what
does he say
What does he say?
You, who like the moon at night
Haunted my mortal heart ...
You who
made this ancient walls
Shine like divine marble
The unwanted breath -
through creedence
A derelict shell in the desert
- Mesmerised -
As
love inflamed the night
Burning tongues brought the rain
The sand remained
- purified
Murmur at the meager's spear
Battered Carthagian
pride
The beloved cry - wasted dismay
Invasion of baseness and
shade
You, loved by your father
Innocent as a vestal -
dove
Buried in a deep blue sea
As we all lose - ever
Sleep brings no joy to me
Remembrance never dies
My soul is given to
misery
And lives in sighs ...
The shadows of the dead,
My waken eyes
may never see,
Surround my bed
That from which they sprung -
eternity
Beneath the turf
The silent dead
Sleep brings no wish
to knit
My harrassed heart beneath
My only wish is to forget
In the
sleep of death
Death is my joy
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp
earth covered
This desolate brest
Beneath the mould
The silent
dead
But the glad eyes around us
Must weep as we have done
And we
must see the same gloom
Eclipse their morning sun
Oh not for them -
Should we despair
The grave is drear - But they're not there
Their dust is
mingled - With the sod
Their pale souls - Are gone, to god
Well, may
they live in ecstasy
Their long eternity of joy
At least I wouldn't bring
them down
With me to weep, to groan
And what's the future
A sea beneath
the cloudless sun
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into
infinity
My inner sanctum
R.I.P
Ce soir la lune rêve avec plus de
paresse; Ainsi qu'une beautΘ, sur de nombreaux coussins, Qui qu'une main discrète et lΘgère caresse Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins, Sur le dos satinΘ des molles avalanches, Mourant, elle se livre aux longues pΓmoisons, Et promène ses yeux sur les visions blanches Qui montent dans l'azur comme des floraisons Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa longueur oisive, Elle laisse filer une larme furtive, Un poete pieux, ennemi du sommeil, Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pΓlle, Aux reflets irisΘs comme un fragment d'opale, Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil. |
This evening the moon dreams more
lazily; As some fair woman, lost in cushious deep, With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps, On velvet backs of avalanches soft She oftens lies enraptured as she dies, And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise When sometimes on this globe, in indolence, She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance, A poet, set against oblivion, Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear, This opal drop where rainbow hues appear, And hides it in his breast far from the sun. Translation by Joanna Richardson |
Lights have faded - Euphoria is dead
Past and present - Exalt of the
weird
Chimerias petrified - Eclipse and suspicion
Deafened stream -
Babylon fell
Distraction and envy, Babylon fell
Festal perishing,
Babylon fell
Dreams drift in the frozen wind
And mysteries are
reborn
We rose from sand and stone
To follow the light's
allure
Tears drift in the shadows sleep
Turn innocence into
excess
Fragments of a dying world
And destiny lies beneath
Sceptres
of bombast - Tracks into myth
Fetish and feud - Dance of recesses
Fierce
laughter - Banned into stone
Eyes of guilt - Covered by sand
(Instrumental)
I did taste their only dream
As denial was still unborn
Secrets beyond
those dethroned walls
And echoes of a martyr's scream
Deterrent vibrates
the allurements face
As my barque drowns toward conquest
Don't quieten
the elder's tears
For they've forseen our past
Covered lies our
remembrance
As symbols turn to dust
I won't dance
I won't
dance
I won't dance within despair
I won't dance
The elder's
orient
Journey lnto a wicked world
My body beneath the skies
Erotic
wishes, my heart has failed
Incalculable is the surface's breath
Paralyzed
form - the ring of death
Steps on the stairs to my silent
ecstasy
Caress of the mental space
Thrones of fake life
Eternal
addiction towards those eyes
(Gods) didn't you believe my earthbound
call?
Slipping into the hidden sun
Intoxicated by an endless
fall
lNTRODUCTION: Rex lrae ... | |
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DREAM ENCOUNTER: | |
(King Wrath) | (Dream Voice) |
You ... | ... have joined your father's feast Those who saw: Essence or fall Floods of dramatic silence And words, from whom we don't know |
OVERTURE/KING WRATH: | |
Let me dream ... Flee from false ... I have tasted the weight of lust My hands on the skein of height |
... A pallid death Mirage into dark The horizons echo your glance Following a detractive sleep |
I am the wrath beneath the heavens The downfall's monologue Fallen into the vision of effect Quiet as gods can be |
(Joining the king's words) |
Orgies of fear lnbreeding and death I have walked Carthagia's sands l've touched those buried walls I am the ... | |
All mortal is love? Remembrance has won Breathing glorified innonce Quiescence has died therefore I am the ... |
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REMEMBRANCE I: | |
We stood before the portals of Babylon And saw it's petrified fall |
... Have seen your decline's symbols But carried another life |
We tasted the wine of Persepolis, As mute as our era's breath |
Death was never a fragment of Exalting fantasy ... |
REMEMBRANCE III (?): | |
This last region - Last of fire Orgasmic cries - Tears and words Wrath and strenght - Oh, gods! For you! Before the throne ... - Death | |
OVERTURE: FINALE: | |
Fright and praise A faded light Intimate rests my book Unwritten what seems true I am the ... |
Art of might! You remaining king Take your predesessor's hand You son of my Jade gift ... I am the ... |
(Instrumental)