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Katarakt
08:16
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Graue Wände,
bespannen den kataraktischen
Raum
Darin ein Tisch, ein Stuhl,
eine Feder,
Tinte und Papier.
Ein Fenster spendet Licht.
Milchglas
Blass, unerreichbar - aber da.
Dahinter Silhouetten eines „Ihr“
Doch im Raum ist keine Tür
Müde Augen auf unzähligen
schwarzen Linien
Unermüdliche Handbewegungen
archivieren die Geräusche von der anderen Seite,
umschreiben das Abbild einer leblosen Welt,
deren Teil die Hand doch und doch nie war
„It’s here where we truly can be free
Describing the ways of their reality
Pages upon pages
for ages upon...
We’ve become timeless.
Every-when and nowhere
Neither god nor existent
Every-when and nowhere
...nor ever existent.
Acceptance - the state of change
begets this space of eternal range
free of oppressive surroundings
free of so called purpose
free of demands
free of imaginary borders
free of disturbing concepts
free of wrong beliefs
free of personality
free of an ‚I‘
Silhouetten, akzeptiert das Nichts!
Hört das Kratzen in der Leere
Lest das Ungeschriebene,
Vergraben unterm „Ich“
"We never were, are and will be like you.
But we became, become and will become
the serpent not to bite it’s tail
This is how we erased, erase and will erase
our very selves
while you lie static on your tracks
We never were, nor are we
nor will we ever be"
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2. |
Interlude I
05:28
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3. |
Miasma
05:00
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The flickering light
overshadows
the transmission.
when embers fade,
sounds from the void
enter our ears.
Die Jahre rennen.
Das Fremde starrt aus dem Spiegel zurück.
Eine Hülle in kaltem Licht,
deren Kern verglüht.
Im Dunkeln gibt es kein Spiegelbild,
nur ein Echo aus der Leere
wie das Kratzen einer Feder.
Sie ruft nach mir.
Als eines unter vielen
löse ich mich auf
und beginne zu verstehen.
When sounds from the void
enter our ears,
embers fade.
The light stops cutting,
through the transmission,
we are the information.
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4. |
Puls
07:25
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Cursed to breathe
wanderer
you're spat onto your trail
merely a visitor
but if nothing is of worth
what keeps you going?
first love
lovers
last love
what keeps you going?
found
kept
lost
what keeps you going?
Wunde Füße
auf schroffem Grund
eine Reise ohne Ziel
Der Schmerz ist Wegbegleiter
Was treibt uns an?
Bestimmung oder Trotz?
Was treibt uns an?
Was treibt uns?
First love
lovers
last love
found
kept
lost
In the end, if nothing is of worth
- what can we lose?
In the end, if nothing is of worth
- what have we lost, then?
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5. |
Interlude II
01:03
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6. |
Orbis
05:56
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Nackt, stumm und blind.
Ohne Konzept.
Licht zerreißt Wärme.
Am Anfang der Angst.
Eine Schlange wittert ihre Beute.
As if we were aware of what lies ahead
our first expression
is a scream.
Born under cold clinic lights,
surrounded by people but all alone.
Longing for familiar smells.
Tragic beings,
what are we but humble animals?
Mensch.
Vorwärts.
Zeit vergeht
der Weg ist determiniert.
Lernen zu verlernen,
was man ist.
Wer bin ich?
Highs and lows, they come, they go.
The I is flattened - eyes slowly close
Am I part of a „we“?
or will I ever be?
Mounted on iron tracks
static motion through the winding of times.
Forever alone -
für immer allein.
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yrs. Leipzig, Germany
If nothing is of worth,
what have we lost, then?
[...]
jɪrz.
f - vocals, synth
d - guitar
s - guitar
m - bass
t - drums
... more
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