Black Heaven doom-metal / Zlín

Run from the cloudburst in turmoil

Growing stronger as we're swirling inside

Myriads of different worlds

 

Immeasurable spaces

We're expected to surpass

I can feel my life run so fast

 

Heading to the pupil of the vast space,

there's hope out there

The isis cast its spell and shades on me

Out to the vacuum of those eyes

 

I am paying off the time

Firmly stuck under my fingernails

Handful of desires we left behind

Cruising up our tearful trail

Lost trail

 

Squiggles of memory examine in their trace,

(it's so) inevitable to make the move

Sad ends can be the good ends, too

 

Through all our sailings across the astral plains

How further can we go now?

When journey ends?



spoken: 

Out of consecrated grounds pid-pad on cat's paws

The unbeknowst we float towards holding unknown course



So much guilt pour in like waves, cast forbidden homes,

Rambling 'cross the starry field to where my heart belongs



I will always miss the charms concealed 'neath the peel of clouds

The pall secretes the boiling pot of colours and fragrance



I am not forgetting softness felt on my feet on beaches' sands,

roughness of the towering rocks, rivulets gurgling through my hands,

tenderness of the random touch of the wing of a butterfly,

heat of deserts on burning skin the rippled moss I'm passing by.

Fragile cordage of the spider's web waiting for fingers to tear,

winds howling across icy plains no one else can hear.



Reconciled within I bear our mistakes with me

but I can't deny that I despise those who let that come about