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Kun hengityksesi pysähtyy
Jossain kaukana se kaikuu
Tänään on se päivä
Kun en kuule sitä enää
Sumussa, tuulessa, auringon paisteessa
Heinien ja puiden latvoissa havisee
Se ei minun korviini kantaudu
Koska en kuule sitä enää

Koska olet liian kaukana
Lihani heikkous on tämä kylmyys
Jota kantaa äänien menneisyys
Minne ne ikinä kuuluivatkaan
Puhkaistu sielu vuotaa tyhjää
Jättäen onton kuoren ja kylmää
Muistoni hautautuivat tuuleen
Koska en kuule niitä enää

Veistä minua puustani, johon olen kasvanut
Varrestani, oksani pois olet vuolenut
Kaiverra siihen nimesi
Vie oksani mukanasi

Veistä niistä muistoja
Kaiverra niihin aukkoja
Anna niiden kuivua ja hapertua
Ne ovat minulle muutenkin turta

Juuristani kumpuan ja pysyn
Se on se, missä minä näyn
Kestän sen, vaikka kuivun tai jäädyn
Kestän vaikka tulen ja myrkyn
Koska se on se, missä minä näyn
Siellä minä myös kumpuan ja pysyn

Olen loputon kaiho, mutten sure
Puuksi olen kuitenkin aika tuore
Lehteni puolittain latvoissa vihertää
Loput tuuli jossain liidättää

Olen kyltymätön vihani ja lujuuteni,
järkkymättömyyteni miehitetty linnakkeeni
Elossa kun olen ja pystyssä seison keskellä
myrskyä ja sen sanon kestäneeni

Joten ota oksiani, tee niistä muistoja
Vuole niistä sinun näköisiäsi
Tiedä mistä puusta ne on vuollettu
Tiedä, etten vaadi niitä takaisin

Vaan vaali niitä
niin kuin minä vaalin tätä maata

He is watching
My wisdom
Charred large nails
On the burning cross

He is watching
My hatred
My hammer and fire
And His Son

His horrible eye
Bleak is His sight
A hole in the sky
I shalt break thy horizon
The power of suffering
The burden and dignity
Heart made of stone
Bringer of misfortune

His weakening trinity
Powers leaking through His hands
Submit to the free souls of man
Withering in His sins

The era of martyrs, time of the blinds
Death of the saints, bending of lights
Sun sets once and for all for God
And forever rises for the mortal man

-Isth

None of these days have seen the Sun
The children of the daylight passed away
Ruins in the future waiting our kind
Awakening of aeons and plagues

New-born God rise in front of us
Blessing with His skinless hand
Teaches the doctrine of peace and love
With His tainted tongue of spoken religion
His hand full of stigmas, cause of self-destruction
Craving for power He never achieved

Depraved being, icon of humanity
Self-written sins, wrongs and laws
Ceased evolution and carnal downfall
Origin of human driven to oblivion

The morning of darkened sun
Created imagination, paradise on Earth
True form of existence in front of us
But the truth is not for us to see

I am the forests, mountains and oceans
I am the civilization, I am the wilderness
In the form, out of your perception
I will retrieve you, I will swallow your life

There, in the nether
In the lower levels,
Where rays of the Sun won't reach
Light shattered into pieces
While sinking into depths
The seas so lifeless, yet something is
Still alive beneath everything

The figures of mortal staring
Dormant silhouettes of shared fate
Deranged nature of these souls
Wander in this darkness where you sink
No matter where you go

Cold place to be stuck in, hibernating the consciousness
Feeling related to these dormant souls
Friends with no words to speak, no emotion to reveal
Only bearing tongue of a serpent and a halo of an angel

Singing their hymns of nether prophets
Blessing you with their curtains of denial
Curtains of reasons not to rise
Not to rise from this dormant conscience

There are four seasons
On this barren and eroded soil
Where cold, nightly winds blow the tempest

The first of the season is the burden
The burden bends the system
To crumble and collapse

And so it bends and cracks to its downfall

Seasons changing only once during this planetary lifetime
Mother Nature put to test in her darkest season, pressurising

So the season changes when her tears touch the earthly sands
Oceans waving like a crystal walls, so intense
The season of winds and darkening skies, nature unbalanced
When the souls of past life find themselves in the middle of nowhere

The nature dreaming the new era of life
Falling asleep to forget the failure and revive as anew

The dreams, the pictures, in her hands to control
Last season beginning, the burning of the past

And so the gone era burns in the hands of time
Such a violent flame, cleansing to create new future
The ruins of beings absorbed by the voids of space and time
Floating memories in the dark to be created once again

In this empty chamber, where it's ghosts lie, shedding tears
And sitting next to a fading one around its bleached death bed
As the cold waves overpower this constantly weakening heart
Thou seek reasons to your phantom pain, your silhouette soul

You have no place to keep the pain within
Not even in outlines of your soul
In complete denial and ignorance, depressed
Similar to your hopeless past life

Thou kneel to the wall
In this empty chamber
The wall which you cannot see
This chamber is empty, even with you
There you sit, in the middle
Of these shapes of shadows
Walking past your both sides
Reminding of your meagerness

In your darkest hour, the downfall
Concieving your thoughts of the desperate
Giving a reason to your madness
Reason to disappear

A phantom pain in empty champer
You are the intact, numb and lost limbs of nature

There, near my being of innocence
There stand the colossal figures
Their eyes staring into something empty
Counting years, decades, milleniums

Their ravaging silence
Storms and circles which never end

Constantly moving, the powers we possess
Bearing our torches in the nightsky
Defining the world and it's shape
And creating always something new

In death, in birth, we shine, we prosper

All my life I've been staring at these beings
Whispering them wishes and questions
Sometimes I could hear them whispering back
Their light, so embracing, in the middle of these shadows
Bringing the shapes to life, which were hiding from daylight
Hiding from our Sun, under the rocks and trees

You scattered lives
Far away from our paths

You millions pairs of eyes
The same, curious sight
Asking things we cannot tell

The world evolving through us
Opening doors to new mysteries
The physics does not define us
It's bending from our colossal force

All my life I've been staring these beings
Whispering them wishes and questions
Sometimes I could hear them whispering back
Their light, so embracing, in the middle of these shadows
Bringing the shapes to life, which were hiding from daylight
Hiding from our Sun, under the rocks and trees

As the new morning rise
Illuminated by our Sun divine
The circulation completes once again
Here we stand acquiescent and open

To the revealing and closing sky
When all yet burns or freezes to the core
To the waving or dormant landscapes
Living beneath as tectonic plates

It is ticking
The hammers echoing
Embers flying past the Sun
The materia as a witness

As the hammers beat and shape
The cognitions and interpretations
Shape the worlds to collide and divide
Every moment shifting into something new

Universal languages of the stars
Overwhelming dark matter in touch
Moving the hammers of creation
To create, to shape, to burn and complete

The sounds of neverending matter
In the sky it bursts its power

All the space around
Fulfilled with rage and heat
Hatred culminated into
The Fire in its Finest

All the millions of years
Centuries as long as days
Enlightening the spheres
Of the antropomorphic beings

Seek the answers
From the orbs in the horizon

The fire that devours
The other one creates
Brings death to another
So the future can be born again

Seek the answers again
From the orbs in the horizon
Connect your meanings with the night
And embrace them in daylight

The Secrets of the nature
All the mysteries in the stone
The sands fade the time
Winds harvesting the past away

The grand orb of white flame
The Fire in its Finest

Hail the Sol, Hail the Arcturus
Alfa Virginis, Alfa Leonis, Canis Majoris
Let us be in your moment of time