Therm Eye Flame - 2001 Spherical

Pain Has Come To Top
And The Soul Has Left Me,
But I've Risen Again For New Affairs,
For A New Life Without Pain And Sufferings.
There Are Two Ways:
Black Way Of Death,
White Way Of Love.
I've Made My Choice
And Now I Ask You, The Forces Of Nature
Honour Me With Being The Instrument Of Your World.
Let The World Find Its New Way To Light
And Those Who Are Dying
Wake Up To The Eternal Life Somewhere Else
Without Pain And Sufferings.
I Saw The Darkness Of All My Days
While Blood Of Mine
Was Filling The Vessels Of Death
And A Voice From Above Told Me Then-
"this Is Your Way To Light".

The Exit Is So Narrow Here.
The Threshold Of Transparency Can't Be Seen By Eye,
Can't Be Felt By Touch.
The Essence Here Is In Chaos And Cries
Of Those Who Had Been Killed In Action
At Battlefield Of Race
On Account Of Misunderstanding Of Ideas.
The Threshold Of That Eternal Pain,
The Threshold Of That Permafrost
With A Bloody Track Over The Centuries
That Killed Those Unique Thoughts
Of The Truth Of Essence Of Gods.
The Threshold Of Transparency Can't Be Seen By Eye,
Can't Be Felt By Touch.
Plunge Yourself, Feel Deeply
This Miserable Fire Of Fine Instants.
Wake Up From Dreaming.
More Grievously And Terribly
Your Destiny Has Rotten To The Core!
Depressive Visions, Abandon Me.
I Cannot Suffer The Pain Of Organism Anymore.

(instrumental)

The Object Is Discovered,
A Collision Is Inevitable.
Time Till The Crash Is Six Cycles.
Annihilation Of Spheres,
Total!

I'm Free In A World Of Feelings And Thoughts.
I See The Sinners
Because Of Whom Chaos And Recklessness Will Devour Us
And Lead To Harmony In Nature.
And I Want To Go Away To The Sources,
But I'm Waiting Inside Of You,
My Body Is In You
Life Comes And Leaves.
Who Are We?
Why Are We Here?
Where Shall We Find The Answers?
May By There, Behind A Shroud Of Darkness
There Is Someone Who Knows Everything.
But Who Is He, A Creator?
All Will Return To Its Sources.
And May By We'll Understand Before We Leave.

The Ideal Perished In The Abyss Of A Dead World,
The World That Thought By A Song,
Spoken In Verses,
I See The Souls Have Stretched Their Wings
And The Moonlight Is Lifting All To Heaven.
Neither You Nor I
Shall Ever See As The Moonlight Gives Rise To
White Fogs,
Floating Over The Surface Of A Lake
By Streams Of Light Or Darkness.
We Shan't See Those Beautiful Dawns
After Marvellous Nights.
For Centuries We Leave With Pain In These Lines.