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Date of issue: 01.09.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Mesoarchaean |
There are moments in life |
When man with his louse-ridden hair |
Casts wild staring looks |
At the green membranes of space: for he believes, he hears, somewhere ahead |
The wry hoots of a phantom |
He staggers and bows his head: what he has heard is the voice of his own |
conscience |
He is determined and alert |
And with the speed of a madman he rushes out |
Takes the first direction his wold state suggests |
And bounds over the rough plains of the wield |
But the yellow phantom never loses sight of him |
Chasing him with equal speed |
Sometimes on stormy nights |
When legions of winged octopi |
Which look like ravens at a distance |
Hover above the clouds… moving ponderously towards the cities of men, there, |
in the dark, their mission is to warn them… |
On such nights the dark eyed grit, sees two beings passing by |
One after another |
And wiping a furtive tear of compassion: which flows out |
From its frozen eye It shouts out «yes, certainly he deserves it, |
it is only justice being done!"Having said that, he reassumes his grim |
attitude |
And continues to watch |
And continues… to watch, trembling nervously, the manhunt |
The phantom makes a clicking sound |
With its tongue as if to tell itself it’s giving up the chase |
His is the voice of the condemned |
And when its dreadful shrieking penetrates the human heart |
Man would prefer to have death as his mom |
Than to have remorse as his son |
I have seen him making for the sea |
Climbing a jagged promontory |
Lashed by the eyebrow of the surge |
And flinging himself down, into the waves |
The miracle is this: the corpse reappeared the next day |
On the surface of the raging sea… Which had brought this flotsam of pale |
flesh back to the shore |
The man freed himself from his body’s imprint in the sand |
He wrung the water from his drenched hair |
The man freed himself |
From his body’s imprint in the sand… Wrung the water from his drenched hair |
And silently returned to the way of life |