Into The Pandemonium

Mexican Radio

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?

Mesmerized

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

Inner Sanctum

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

Tristesses De La Lune / Sorrows of the moon

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

Babylon Fell (Jade Serpent)

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

One In Their Pride

(Instrumental)

I Won't Dance (The Elder's Orient)

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

Rex Irae (Requiem: Overture - Fourth Version)

Oriental Masquerade

(Instrumental)