Covenant: Europa (1998)

Tension

I'm in control in this domain.
I feel at home inside the maze.
It keeps me safe, it keeps me clean.
I step aside into the shade.
I'm here to watch, to read the signs.
I walk alone, i go unseen.
From place to place in fading light
I move ahead along the tracks.

Pre-millenial tension,
Your premonition,
Your guillotine.

There's something wrong, you feel it too.
I read your mind an open book.
I sense your fear, it's in your bones -
A grinding stone, a crushing load.
You dream at night in shallow sleep
The demon's breath is in the air.
It will not pass, these are the days.
So pay attention, you are not alone.

Pre-millenial tension,
Your premonition,
Your guillotine.


Leviathan

I watch minutes grow to hours and how seasons build the ages.
Every winter dies in sunlight only to be born again,
And the rainfall feeds the forests while the lightning strikes the trees,
Turning giants into dust, fertile ashes on the ground.

I see them going down to the water,
Where they embrace the silent waves.
Slowly they're swallowed by the water,
And their breath ascending to the sky.
I see them now floating in the water,
Carried away, carried away, carried away...

I see wasteland turn to gardens, watching oceans giving birth
To fragile little creatures born to grow and multiply.
And the children of the children of the firstborn claim the land,
Building fences for protection from their brothers' greedy grasp.

I watch kingdoms rise and crumble and the nations come and go,
Only new names for the same things once the limit has been reached.
Now I see them lose their interest in the deeds that have been done,
And the wisdom that's been found as they return to whence they came.

I see them going down to the water,
Where they embrace the silent waves.
Slowly they're swallowed by the water,
And their breath ascending to the sky.
I see them now floating in the water,
Carried away, carried away, carried away...


2D

I am the big man restless, the living past and future,
A fraction of a second and now is lost forever.
My mirror image - a picture in the static,
Transcending through the present, a fracture in the rhythm,
Electric icon culture in twenty frames a second,
Bright confusion controlling my emotions.
I keep my mind sedated with useless calculations.
I see that time is endless and shrink to insect size.

I leave the flow of time,
Free from gravitation...
I leave the flow of time,
Free from respiration...

In segments days are passing relentless as a legion,
Yet silent like assassins, a poison in my bloodstream.
Reluctant but impatient I sit and measure minutes,
So conscious counting fragments, my lasting moments vanish.

I leave the flow of time,
Free from gravitation...
I leave the flow of time,
Free from respiration...

My mode of operation is two-dimension thinking.
I keep my world from growing, ignoring all perspective.
In perfect isolation I freeze my lust for learning.
In stillness beauty lingers as rivers in the winter.
My senses tuned to nothing, a nervous system shutdown.
In blissful meditation I'm safe from stimulations.
I don't believe in heaven and science can not help me.
Retreating from the living I leave the flow of time.

I leave the flow of time,
Free from gravitation...
I leave the flow of time,
Free from respiration...


Wind Of The North

I filtered the wind to sense the colours of the air,
Projecting the graphs, describing past and future,
The shapes of the living and calamity they bear,
Clairvoyance became a word far too weak.

Cynicism, awareness interlaced into grace,
A beauty from which my valedictory springs.
Forgive what seems sinister and crude to face,
Forgive my conviction to save these skies.

The wind of the north seems pleasant and lush
Compared to the chill in my eyes at the time.
The wind of the north obeys none but me,
Calm as a sun while deleting you all.

A withering process was programmed and set.
Annihilation unfortunately inhibited itself.
In the name of humanity the dissonance spread.
The heavenly became so rippled and blurred.

Dimensional rift that defines our existence,
Fragile and weak while mankind lasts
To trigger the device that corrects and resets,
Focusing on routs neglecting the past.

The wind of the north seems pleasant and lush
Compared to the chill in my eyes at the time.
The wind of the north obeys none but me,
Calm as a sun while deleting you all.


Riot

I'm waiting for the plane to crush and burn.
I like the smell of burning kerosene.
I'm feeding on the thrill of primal fear.
I want my share of fluid endorphine.

It seems they just sit and wait for sleep.
I really need to see if there is something more.
In danger I perceive my world so clear.
I force myself to stretch the envelope.

There's a party going on...
We'll all be here dancing underground...
There's a riot going on...
We'll all be here dancing underground...

I'm freezing to the bone on the arctic storms,
Naked in the cold I'm feeling so alive.
I'm searching for the last uncharted land,
I hope to find someone else like me.

Don't listen to the fools that hold you back,
For you will achieve what they can only dream.
Now escape the grip of good old common sense,
And trust yourself for reaching further on.

There's a party going on...
We'll all be here dancing underground...
There's a riot going on...
We'll all be here dancing underground...


I Am

I am the rhythm and the noise.
I am the voices in your blood.
I am the logic and the lust.
I am the poison in your breath.

I am the shepherd and the wolf.
I am the fire in your chest.
I am the water and the stone.
I am the hammer in your hands.


Final Man

Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves,
Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out.
Marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls,
Beaten towers crumble haunted only by the wind.

I will live forever.
No angels left to hold me.
I will be the final man.

Picking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels,
Headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders.
Driving like a mad dog, going faster than a bullet,
Pulled by gravitation from a million tonnes of stone.

Human insects lived here crawling through the underground,
Beehive built in stainless, a cathedral for the slaves.
Spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp,
Giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen.

I will live forever.
No angels left to hold me.
I will be the final man.

In the twilight grows the shadows, hollow hand that tries to catch me.
Omens can not stop me because all the prophets died.
Like the ancient temples, their monument survived them.
Speeding through the ruins i left the bridges burning.

I will live forever.
No angels left to hold me.
I will be the final man.


Go Film

I find myself inside a church deserted by the priests.
As shadows shift from grey to red I notice there's no floor.
Transparent air suspends my weight as if I had no mass.
Suddenly the moon comes out from the clouded skies.

Wet and cold from shifting daydreams, waking in the sleep,
Windowpane observing some commotion down below,
Waiting for the noise to come to blur the weary mind,
Watching as a pastime and I'm the fallen star.

Go film - we can all be gods.
Go film - we will all be heroes.
Go film - we are all immortal.
Go film - we will all be safe.
Go film - we are all illusions.
Go film - and we can never touch.
Go film...

I will shine again with burning light when I return.
In and out from foreign shores I've gone astray in time.
Born to search for something I have never ever seen,
On an endless quest to hostile ground and unknown lands.

Then the scene go back to where it started and I fall.
As shadows shift from red to grey I notice there's no floor.
And gravity awakes me as it throws me to the ground.
A million tiny grains of dust obscures me from your eyes.

Go film - we can all be gods.
Go film - we will all be heroes.
Go film - we are all immortal.
Go film - we will all be safe.
Go film - we are all illusions.
Go film - and we can never touch.
Go film...


Wall Of Sound

We are born alone and lonely we remain.
When we learn to speak, we speak to hear a voice.
As the years go by we learn a thousand words,
Then we try to talk to curse the silent sky.

Like diamonds in the ground,
We are waiting to be found.
In silence we are bound
By the wailing wall of sound.

Want to break the shell and cut the puppet strings
With our primal screams that echoes back inside,
Want to pierce the noise and make our voices heard
To the distant shapes that wonders who we are.

Like diamonds in the ground,
We are waiting to be found.
In silence we are bound
By the wailing wall of sound.

We must put aside the weapons of our minds,
Cross the no man's land, come with empty hands,
Overcome the fear to drop the last defence,
Speak forbidden words, reach out beyond ourselves.

Like diamonds in the ground,
We are waiting to be found.
In silence we are bound
By the wailing wall of sound.