LP released by Infinite Wisdom Productions, limited to 200 handnumbered copies.
Tape released by Northern Sky Productions.
Final part of the "Shores" / "Streams" / "Islands" trilogy.
Somewhere Between the Planets
On the borders of the maps
Behind the degrees of latitude
Between mars and jupiter
I draw shimmering outlines
There where they sing
Those graceful songs
There where the stars are black
Where the sun devours its children
There where they sing
Those
graceful songs
There where the stars are black
In the middle of sketches
In the failure of this mankind
I'm trapped in this fear
I see the human being
In the cauldrons of clay
Beneath the surface of bronze
Mixed with the molten core
There pounds the purest heart
On the dry lips of the dead
Here and somewhere else
In the snow of the universe
You see and hear my hearse
They sing, those songs
Stars are black, devour your children
Flight of Lucifer
Calm air dances on my golden skin
Black mountains smiling at me
Elitist solitude fills my lungs
As I dive into the valley
The faint sound of the crackling skulls
My road of disease and famine
This land, this sky, my creation
Wilted fruits and crippled souls
I leave them to fly again
I rise higher eclipsing the sun
And shining brighter than him
This land, this sky, my creation
You, my reflections in these islands
I glow through you in victory
Unholy winds of great torment
Around me, around me
I am the star which shines in the sky
Which burns its mark on you
Green Grey Winter
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
You can't wash these stains
This snow doesn't melt away
Black dirt always grins
Under the bleak coma white
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
Still my hands grope for flames
They touch the soul of frost
Looking for the hidden seed
The hope is grotesque and vain
Sad still life weeps for spring
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
The blue moment in the noon
Reveals to be the last of the lights
Caress the green joy from the tree of life
This cold season will wither us all
Timbre Noir pt. 4
(instrumental)
Ajassa
(instrumental)
These Feathers in My Hand
Day of loss, night to celebrate
Greet the shadows for their bliss
No joyful stars to salute
They hide themselves and miss
You...
When you fall to my feet
When you turn your other cheek
I touch the blood on your forehead
I see the fate of the meek
Day of loss, night to celebrate
Greet the shadows for their bliss
No joyful stars to salute
They hide themselves and miss
You...
No wings to fly
Just soil to kiss
No tears to cry
Just horns to meet
Somewhere in the Islands
Lucid dreams dies away
Eyes wide open gaze
Through the mist from the sea
Into the heart of maze
World devours my corpse
My blood is the waves
Transparent soul in fatigue
Feels the sands of grace
Last and total isolation
Bridges burnt away
Lines and veins cut
Grave left to lay
I see the shores of damnation
I feel the streams of death
I wash the last sins
Then take my first breath
This land of relieving loneliness
So greivous and serene
Like the crowns of sepulchre
So soft to feel
Then the mist rises again
And helps me to forget
I'm out of this useless world
I'm not alive or dead
I'm out of this useless world
I'm not alive or dead
Sumusta
(instrumental)
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There where the stars are black
In the middle of sketches
In the failure of this mankind
I'm trapped in this fear
I see the human being
In the cauldrons of clay
Beneath the surface of bronze
Mixed with the molten core
There pounds the purest heart
On the dry lips of the dead
Here and somewhere else
In the snow of the universe
You see and hear my hearse
They sing, those songs
Stars are black, devour your children
Flight of Lucifer
Calm air dances on my golden skin
Black mountains smiling at me
Elitist solitude fills my lungs
As I dive into the valley
The faint sound of the crackling skulls
My road of disease and famine
This land, this sky, my creation
Wilted fruits and crippled souls
I leave them to fly again
I rise higher eclipsing the sun
And shining brighter than him
This land, this sky, my creation
You, my reflections in these islands
I glow through you in victory
Unholy winds of great torment
Around me, around me
I am the star which shines in the sky
Which burns its mark on you
Green Grey Winter
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
You can't wash these stains
This snow doesn't melt away
Black dirt always grins
Under the bleak coma white
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
Still my hands grope for flames
They touch the soul of frost
Looking for the hidden seed
The hope is grotesque and vain
Sad still life weeps for spring
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
The blue moment in the noon
Reveals to be the last of the lights
Caress the green joy from the tree of life
This cold season will wither us all
Timbre Noir pt. 4
(instrumental)
Ajassa
(instrumental)
These Feathers in My Hand
Day of loss, night to celebrate
Greet the shadows for their bliss
No joyful stars to salute
They hide themselves and miss
You...
When you fall to my feet
When you turn your other cheek
I touch the blood on your forehead
I see the fate of the meek
Day of loss, night to celebrate
Greet the shadows for their bliss
No joyful stars to salute
They hide themselves and miss
You...
No wings to fly
Just soil to kiss
No tears to cry
Just horns to meet
Somewhere in the Islands
Lucid dreams dies away
Eyes wide open gaze
Through the mist from the sea
Into the heart of maze
World devours my corpse
My blood is the waves
Transparent soul in fatigue
Feels the sands of grace
Last and total isolation
Bridges burnt away
Lines and veins cut
Grave left to lay
I see the shores of damnation
I feel the streams of death
I wash the last sins
Then take my first breath
This land of relieving loneliness
So greivous and serene
Like the crowns of sepulchre
So soft to feel
Then the mist rises again
And helps me to forget
I'm out of this useless world
I'm not alive or dead
I'm out of this useless world
I'm not alive or dead
Sumusta
(instrumental)