Balance
The secrets of knowledge
Music: Tuente, Hartung; Lyrics: Fischer
The lovely white angel falls like a shooting star
a comet glowing in the atmosphere and there's no
helping hand that could stop his fall
He had no will, no power to save himself
He was the last aide of a dying god
As a slave of helief he dies, for believers have created him
Former times, forgotten gods
rain drops of a fading summer rain
flowing into the cold ocean of forgotten stories
Gods rise and fall with humans belief
collective thoughts and dreams create
a figure built on the idea of utter perfection
knowing this, the gods declared themselves
judge of life and death
The believers were rewarded, for the heathen
there was and is only damnation
The belief in the supernatural is a support,
security that makes everything we cannot grasp
understandable
No one can exempt themselves from this belief
So let's keep dreaming about the alien force,
the supernatural and the belief in gods
where else should the superfluous immagination
in this technological era drift
The divine prophecy
Music: Tuente, Lyrics: Tuente
You're one of the few who have the power in themselves
someone where the star of mortality passes by
you see things that happened, things that were
without really living a single day in awareness
Live your life far beneath the surface of universal thoughts
use the power to help other people and not to teach them
Accept it's no dream, no de'ja'-vu
epoches come and go
Tenderness fades away like the scent of transience
unable to give love
unable to hate
beyond the clouds, far away from mortal existence
The divine prediction comes true
belief opens the gate to the everflow of dreams
The clock of life stands still
yet never forget the dead are the guardians of time
Live your life far beneath the surface of universal thoughts
use the power to help other people and not to teach them
Accept it's no dream, no de'ja'-vu
Balance
Music: Tuente, Lyrics: Tuente
Where the end of time begins
Where the red curtain veils the truth
Where reality becomes vision
Where fear is consumed by negative energy
Where the dammed soul faces the light of life and truth
There's the place of the purgatory burning forever
The man playing with the dice is the creator of a new identity
The good and the bad melt to one energy
That discharges in the depth of human consciousness
Just the mirror tells the truth
Balance is the source of life
symbol of the dice in the hands of the creator
expression of the grieved faces
that press themselves
by fear and agony
into the sand of oblivion
I seize you with my light of death
Make you melt
just like bloody corn that I detest
where you're soul used to be
there will only be a dark hole
I blow out your light
watch the world rising from the lake of fire
Dammed are those who try to seize the integrity
of the lord of souls
fire will consume them
They'll enter as burning bowls the hands of the emporer of time
Far beyond all human thoughts
Far beyond all mortal existing
there's one's own identity, that got lost
When the human desired it
Far and yet so near
White Chamber
Music: N.I.L.
Instrumental