What was a fact became a legend what was reality became a faded canvas in the mausoleum of civilizations. Landscapes of untold antiquity unchanged are calling to an orgy of colours and shapes in a drunkenness with pure fantasy Their names cause awe and awake forgotten senses The eerie valley of PNATH The majestic LEMURIA SA RNATH the doomed... and names that echo in the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos Mystic Places of Dawn Maybe we, ourselves want to forget helping the truth to grow old and be deformed from the wrinkles of uncertainty Afraid where the path backwards will lead us we prefer to be protected under the shelter of ignorance He who stares back through the glass of centuries will also see his reflection. The eerie valley of PNATH The majestic LEMURIA SA RNATH the doomed... And names that echo In the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos Mystic Places of Dawn
[00:40.20]What was a fact became a legend what was reality became a faded canvas in the mausoleum of civilizations. [00:45.66]Landscapes of untold antiquity unchanged are calling to an orgy of colours and shapes in a drunkenness with pure fantasy [01:06.00]Their names cause awe and awake forgotten senses [02:10.89]The eerie valley of [02:11.22]PNATH The majestic [02:11.61]LEMURIA SA [02:11.91]RNATH the doomed... and names that echo in the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos [02:22.86]Mystic Places of [02:24.03]Dawn [Solo : Sotiris] [03:28.71]Maybe we, ourselves want to forget helping the truth to grow old and be deformed from the wrinkles of uncertainty [03:32.61]Afraid where the path backwards will lead us we prefer to be protected under the shelter of ignorance [03:37.41]He who stares back through the glass of centuries will also see his reflection. [Solo : Sotiris] [03:46.44]The eerie valley of [03:46.77]PNATH The majestic [03:47.16]LEMURIA SA [03:47.46]RNATH the doomed... [05:17.31]And names that echo [05:17.70]In the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos [05:31.68]Mystic Places of [05:32.40]Dawn
What was a fact became a legend what was reality became a faded canvas in the mausoleum of civilizations. Landscapes of untold antiquity unchanged are calling to an orgy of colours and shapes in a drunkenness with pure fantasy Their names cause awe and awake forgotten senses The eerie valley of PNATH The majestic LEMURIA SA RNATH the doomed... and names that echo in the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos Mystic Places of Dawn Maybe we, ourselves want to forget helping the truth to grow old and be deformed from the wrinkles of uncertainty Afraid where the path backwards will lead us we prefer to be protected under the shelter of ignorance He who stares back through the glass of centuries will also see his reflection. The eerie valley of PNATH The majestic LEMURIA SA RNATH the doomed... And names that echo In the labyrinths and the cavernous dephts of chaos Mystic Places of Dawn
We, the gods - we, the gods - live high - to the heavens - right above your heads We, the gods - we, the gods - hide well - it's so difficult to find...
Come Approach My trusty jackal's nose Don't try to lie Cause I can smell your hide Leave your body Leave this body now Your face can stay Upon this go...
Where everyone is safe We study behavior From subjects small and frail Their food is being provided Same ratio every day No worries No threats And so ...
The cold comes The rats in the walls break The deadly sound of silence As time decays You try to name the unnameable Our hound smells you The haunter ...
Flutes and pipes / Play a drunken rhyme Entertaining / The soldiers in the palace Naked bodies / Female slaves from Asia Dance with promise / For a...
We, the gods - we, the gods - live high - to the heavens - right above your heads We, the gods - we, the gods - hide well - it's so difficult to find...
Hate me Help me Convert my mind Direct me to your gloom The halls of kingdom To the land of no return Take me ignorant Show me your master and creator...
Again… again… again you try to find me You seek the one not willing to be found Pyramid God, unlike the places you have been I’m not confined by lines...
Re-framing old ways A reconstruction We demand to relieve the world from our own afflictions. Deformed we play with guilt. Shout, push Primitive thoug...