Anomalie - Vision I: Towards The Sun

Read the signs within the fires,
feel their message deep inside.
Hear the voices of the shadows
and their songs across the night.

We are nothing but flying
sparks thrown into the void.
A gleam of hope where
darkness prevails!

Where solemn times prevails!

Some came to remember,
some came to forget.
Some came to burn
what they regret!

And when the moon soon lays to rest
we will stay to give our best,
to do what must be done, to guide
our friends towards the sun.

Incende quod adorasti,
adora quod incendisti.
Incende quod adorasti,
adora quod incendisti.

I, the wanderer!
A nomad of the other side,
transmitter of old secrets,
roaming through the tides.

I, the warrior,
the shield for the weak.
I call the ancient ones,
the spirits within.

The ghosts of the past,
deliver us from sin.

This is my sacrifice,
invoking the forces beyond.
The fire's burning deep inside!

In the name of life,
for those I've lost
I carry my cross!

The essence of existence expires
like the embers of an ashen dream,
but light shall return in innocence with
the first gleam of a yet arcane divinity.

I, the messenger!
The voice of the speechless,
keeper of the flames of
the face with many names.

I am the silent shout,
awakening the petrified.
A guardian of old!

A flame of the Gods,
the saviour of the lost!

This is my sacrifice,
invoking the forces beyond.
The fire's burning deep inside!

In the name of life,
for those I've lost
I carry my cross!

I carry my fucking cross!

Sometimes in my dreams I see
the lands that I once called home.
I see eyes full of joice,
full of undiluted hope.

Sometimes in my dreams it
takes my breath away to hear
the whisper of the winds telling
what no one else could say.

Reflections of old
manifest the transience
of all that I behold,
of all that once was told.

I tried to clutch what
I've lost long time ago,
what haunts my soul when I
close my eyes and let my mind go.

A monument that I can't touch
because it's too great to reach,
a monument that I cannot see because
it's too wide to percieve.

Sometimes in my dreams I see
the lands that I once called home.
I see eyes full of joice,
full of undiluted hope.

Sometimes in my dreams it
takes my breath away to hear
the whisper of the winds telling
what no one else could say.

Oh Father tell me about the sun,
about the universe and why we
did what we have done.

Oh Father show me the way to go,
the way to do things right like
our people did long time ago.

Why do we speak while
we have nothing to say,
and why do we behave like
we were Gods day by day?

Reflect what we are,
relearn to believe what you feel.
Reject what they preached
and return to what's pure and real.

I wish you could see that
this world is a place of energy.
A realm of wisdom, a place of light,
a shining fire through the night.

For years I struggled
through starless nights.
Sheer endless darkness,
sheer endless fights.

I've lost my vision,
I've lost my way.
No colours, no light,
who took the sky away?

Who took the sky away?

This journey was a long
one without an aim ahead,
I found myself down on my knees
in conversation with the dead!

Begging for an answer
to the question of life,
begging for pain to prove
if I'm dead or still alive.

Soundlessly a
shadow lies at my feet.
A silent companion,
the only friend I need.

At a place like this,
concealed and full of strength,
I wish that you could see
what no one can but me.

I was given just one second
to decide to leave or to stay.
As this path knows no return,
so I made my choice and I
passed this way.

With every step another
burden of the past grew pale.
Just faded away, released my heart
towards the end of the day.

It feels like I'm dreaming,
like the day conquered the night.
Every single stigma covered
in guiltless white.

The grey old river
congealed in all its dignity,
completes this blink of perfection
before I find myself again.

Bleak are the times for
the ones lost in darkness,
denying the forthcoming
fall of the light.

Cold is the world while
our dreams lay in ashes,
the sun remains a memory
in this never-ending night.

We burned what once was sacred,
destroyed the source of our strength.
We followed a God of Destruction,
spinelessly we marched towards the end.

Towards the end!

Now that I'm nothing
but one with the soil
I've no more to offer
but blood, sweat and toil.

Now that I'm trembling
down on my knees,
remorse is my companion,
forgiveness what I need.

"The voice of nature as the
only irrevocable law, is tired
of talking, of screaming
for prudence.

There is no need for nihilism,
no need for insatiable greed,
no need to defy forces beyond
human mastery.

How many must die to
slake your thirst of power?
The earth, drenched in blood,
will soon demand revenge.

So how many bullets will be enough?"