Epica - Adyta (The Neverending Embrace)

O nate vulnerate,
cito veni ad me.

Te amplectar et vulnera,
tua lingam.
Utinam te haberem,
mi amor caelestis. Открыть страницу с текстом

Follow your common sense!
You cannot hide yourself,
behind a fairytale forever and ever.

Only by revealing,
the whole truth can we disclose.
The soul of this bulwark,
forever and ever.

Forever and ever!

Indoctrinated minds so very often,
contain sick thoughts.
And commit most of the evil,
they preach against.

Don't try to convince me,
with messages from God.
You accuse us of sins,
committed by yourselves.

It's easy to condemn,
without looking in the mirror.
Behind the scenes opens reality!

Eternal silence,
cries out for justice.
Forgiveness is not for sale,
nor is the will to forget.

Follow your common sense!
You cannot hide yourself,
behind a fairytale forever and ever.

Only by revealing,
the whole truth can we disclose.
The soul of this bulwark,
forever and ever.

Virginity has been stolen,
at very young ages.
And the extinguisher,
loses it's immunity.

Morbid abuse of power,
in the garden of Eden.
Where the apple,
gets a youthful face.

Eternal silence,
cries out for justice.
Forgiveness is not for sale,
nor is the will to forget.

Follow your common sense!
You cannot hide yourself,
behind a fairytale forever and ever.

Only by revealing,
the whole truth can we disclose.
The soul of this bulwark,
forever and ever.

Forever and ever!

Eternal silence,
cries out for justice.
Forgiveness is not for sale,
nor is the will to forget.

You can't go on hiding yourself,
behind old fashioned fairytales,
and keep washing your hands in innocence. Открыть страницу с текстом

Sanguis meus tibi non,
iam perbibendus sit.

Macula aeterintatis.
Numquam detergenda.
Quisnam surget et deteget.
Imaginem veritates?

People created religious inventions,
to give their lives a glimmer of hope,
and to ease their fear of dying.

And people created religious intentions,
Only to feel superior and to have,
a license to kill.

Our desire to die is stronger,
than all your desire for life.
There is no getting away from it now,
only true faith survives.

People created religious inventions,
to give their lives a glimmer of hope,
and to ease their fear of dying.

And people created religious ascensions,
to subject the others and to enslave,
just to further enrich themselves.

Our desire to die is stronger,
than all your desire for life.
There is no getting away from it now,
only true faith survives.

Our desire to die is stronger,
than all your desire for life.
There is no getting away from it now,
only true faith survives.

It doesn't matter where we die,
it doesn't matter that you cry.
We'll take you with us!

It doesn't matter where we die,
it doesn't matter that you cry.
We'll take you with us!

A disgrace on the beyond!

O servator, sempiterne.
Te grati coluimus, odor atrox quo nons.
Superfundis intolerabilis est.

Deceive yourself by yielding,
to soft words that cause no pain.
Enrich yourself with different views,
learned without disdain.

A disgrace on the beyond,
that can never be undone.
Who shall rise and unveil,
the facade of reality?

Is there still room,
for new dents in old wrecks?
A disgrace on the beyond,
that can never be undone.

Deceive yourself,
by yielding to soft words.
Enrich yourself,
by making up your own mind.

Sanguis meus tibi non,
iam perbibendus sit. Открыть страницу с текстом

The very brightest candle of all,
has been extinguished.
Smothered by those who could,
not bear to face reality.

Every beat of your heart,
tore the lies all apart,
made foundations quiver.

Every wave in the lake,
caused the porcelain to break.
And I shiver...

The leftover tallow,
just doesn't contain,
all the right answers.

Under a sea of dust,
lies a vast wealth of wisdom.
An untouched snow turns red,
innocence dies!

Every beat of your heart,
tore the lies all apart,
made foundations quiver.

Every wave in the lake,
caused the porcelain to break.
And I shiver...

This black page in history,
is not colourfast, will stain the next.
All that remains is just a feint,
of what was meant to be.

This black page in history,
is not colourfast,  will stain the next.
And nothing seems in life,
in dreams like what was meant to be.

Every beat of your heart,
tore the lies all apart,
made foundations quiver.

Every wave in the lake,
caused the porcelain to break.
And I shiver... Открыть страницу с текстом

So sweet caress,
never long to last!
You entered my soul,
and gave hope to my life.

So sweet caress,
never hope to last!

You left me behind,
all alone and aghast.
Capured inside such,
an austere Elysium.

Imperfect feelings,
futile grief.
Love, a device,
against all solitude.

As it all went on,
the love became,
a field in a dream,
that once had been real.

So sweet caress,
never long to last!

Destroy this illusion,
we need a change of fate!
Your frantic thoughts,
are only a condemned cry.

Imperfect feelings,
futile grief.
Love, a device,
against all solitude.

As it all went on,
the love became,
a field in a dream,
that once had been real.

Primo somniare videbamur,
deinde veritas se praecipitavit.

I secretly longed for something,
which had never existed.

First I thought it was a dream,
but then it smashed into reality.
Beautiful on the outside,
decayed deeply within.

I secretly longed for something,
which had never existed.

Devoted to a body,
without a soul.

Numquam non tibi diffidam. Открыть страницу с текстом

Do not use the past as an alibi,
for all of your deficiencies,
always standing by.

Face your negligence,
do not fool yourself.
Shortcomings will soon appear,
for weakness shows itself.

Blind from your success,
and all of the excess.
Deaf from the praise you had.

Don't cry out of self pity,
in forcing your way through.
For I will not be vulnerable,
to slander made by you.

Blind from your success,
and all of the excess.
Deaf from the praise you had.

In a misty veil, misplaced,
where castles in the air,
will be no longer seen,
as something out of reach.

In time the dream will be erased!
So many things will never be,
the way they seemed.
Pride will have it's fall at last!

Her eyes fell while the shame,
was written on her face.
When she realised that her failures,
could never be undone again.

You did not notice,
the manipulated hand,
that overshadowed your thoughts,
all those years.

That made you insecure!

You did not notice,
the ancient shifting sand,
That pulls you down,
into an everlasting sham.

You will never be able to fight,
never be able to hide.
Run for a fall,
you'd better run!

Blind from your success,
and all of the excess.
Deaf from the praise you had.

In a misty veil, misplaced,
where castles in the air,
will be no longer seen,
as something out of reach.

In time the dream will be erased!
So many things will never be,
the way they seemed.
Pride will have it's fall at last! Открыть страницу с текстом

The origin of a dogma,
placed in a new millennium.
Vilified demons have been embraced,
and given a warm welcome.

The Seif al Din,
hasn't got the ghost,
of a chance to rust.

Because it has always,
been kept in shape,
in serving the one Almighty.

The rudiments have always been,
misinterpreted during history,
despite the good intentions of many disciples,
who's faithful believe was strong and unswayed.

Most leaders interpret the old words,
to their advantage in the attempt,
of gaining leadership and power,
over those unfortunate enough,
to fall under their maliciousness,
and manipulative ways.

This misuse of trust will forever,
stain the pages of history,
echoing the exploitation,
and the frailty of decent,
men carried away by nurtured rancour.

Perpetual distrust,
fed by a belief,
in the malevolence,
of the others.

When the beautiful,
unreality holds out its hand.
It's better not to lose,
yourself in blind faith.

La Illah Illallah,
Mohammed rasul Allah! Открыть страницу с текстом

Chance doesn’t exist,
but the path of life is not,
totally so predestined.

Time and chronology,
show us how all should be,
in the ways of existence,
to find out why we are here.

Being conscious,
is a torment.
The more we learn,
is the less we get.

No one surveys the whole,
focus on things so small.
But life's objective,
is to make it meaningful.

Only searching for this,
that which doesn’t exist.
Although our ability,
to relativize remains unclear.

Being conscious,
is a torment.
The more we learn,
is the less we get.

Every answer,
contains a new quest.
A quest to non-existence,
a journey with no end.

I’m not afraid to die!
I’m afraid to be alive,
without being aware of it.

I’m so afraid to, I couldn’t stand to,
waste all my energy in things,
that do not matter anymore.

Our future has already been,
written by us alone.
But we don’t grasp the meaning,
of our programmed course of life.

We only fear what comes,
and smell death every day.

Our future has already been,
wasted by us alone.
And we just let it happen,
and do not worry at all.

Our future has already been,
written by us alone.
But we don’t grasp the meaning,
of our programmed course of life.

We only fear what comes,
and smell death every day.
Search for the answers,
that lie beyond.

Being conscious,
is a torment.
The more we learn,
is the less we get.

Every answer,
contains a new quest.
A quest to non-existence,
a journey with no end. Открыть страницу с текстом

I. Impasse Of Thoughts

I can't see you,
I can't hear you.
Do you still exist?

I can't feel you,
I can't touch you.
Do you exist?

The Phantom Agony!

I can't taste you,
I can't think of you.
Do we exist at all?

II. Between Hope & Despair

The future doesn't pass,
and the past won't,
overtake the present.

All that remains is,
an obsolete illusion.

We are afraid,
of all the things,
that could not be.
A phantom agony!

Do we dream at night,
or do we share,
the same old fantasy?

I am a silhouette of the person,
wandering in my dreams.

We are afraid,
of all the things,
that could not be.
A phantom agony!

Tears of unprecedented beauty,
reveal the truth of existence.
We're all sadists!

The age-old development,
of consciousness.
Drives us away,
from the essence of life.

We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away.
They fade away!

What's the point of life,
and what's the meaning,
if we all die in the end?

Does it make sense to learn,
or do we forget everything?

We are afraid,
of all the things,
that could not be.
A phantom agony!

Tears of unprecedented beauty,
reveal the truth of existence.
We're all pessimists!

The age-old development,
of consciousness.
Drives us away,
from the essence of life.

We meditate too much,
so that our instincts will fade away.
They fade away!

Teach me how to see,
and free the disbelief in me.
What we get is what we see,
the Phantom Agony.

A te spiritus noster,
devoratur et nostra anima capitur!

III. Nevermore

(Instrumental)

The lucidity of my mind,
has been revealed in new dreams.
I am able to travel where my heart goes,
in search of self-realization.

This is the way to escape,
from our agitation,
and develop ourselves.

Use your illusion,
and enter my dream... Открыть страницу с текстом