NIGHTFALL LYRICS Athenian Echoes (1995) 1. Aye Azure 2. Armada 3. Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty) 4. The Vineyard 5. I'm A Daemond 6. Iris (And The Burning Aureole) 7. My Red, Red Moon (Emma O) 8. Monuments Of Its Own Magnificence 1. Aye Azure [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Fly in azure skies, never feel the touch of moral lands tasting my glorious father bribes, blazing gold, I loathe the shiny sand. Sacking the tombs of your heroes and messiahs Shanghaing, the dancing queen from the seraglio of your dreams I reveal the sham eye, the sun of the liers, and offer you a sculptured throne within the azure beams. My flaming tiara, the sun of the night, dignifies the race of the strong, the race that has the sky for sea. Devour with devotion what hinders my sigh ruthlessness worthy to all those whose breastbone is being creviced. As a sailor I sail, longing for the key, the key to the master gate, made of azalea's thorns, and from port to port, overcoming the bazaars across the sea, I realized that, what the wings are for the sky, the horns are for the earth. I say the truth, the one I've found behind the moon I harn it to you my sinuous courtesan... Unseen flowers fill my lungs with aroma from the place where I was once born, memories of my moral life, dance, fulfil my blossom tunic with numerous desires. Dearl presents should never be abandoned. Thus, vigilant, I will stay here forever. The panoramic view may not become a sensual mistress. Ashes, bloody passions were my past, now I fly in ethereal spheres. Azure aye... 2. Armada [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Led by my own will, I ruled ! Traces on a muddy path, I ruled ! The soul of a tree I got paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly. The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's wooden breastbone ...won't be my death as a man ; as a soul ; as a king never begged mine is the beauty of the earth mine shall be the end... ...and I'm gone kiss my icy lips at last, idem still am I burn these icing flowers for the past that has gone still, it has been cried far from the heyday my star 3. Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty) [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1994] And I've reposed all my worries onto thy perfect land of feelings this chamber made by treasures, bygone pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour Con the words, the ones sculptured on me on my tongue's dry carpet, on my bloody actions I cut it fine to run away from temptation for I spelled my promises and you spelled your curses In the flush of victory you fly but, beware, foible just means nothing to me even the flowery poems we somehow hear perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see 4. The Vineyard [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] In thee place where all spirits rest I leave my soul to touch the fate of fire So proud, so strong, but yet, desperate as it fades while thoughts and pictures remind me of you... ...you, sweet as any dandle drop of blood liquid fire, mother of thee carnal desires emblem of my manor and all those... all those who dance, attendance on my equestrian golden effigy. I'm supping the juices of eternal life going astray by the marvelous muscatel grape and I think no end of this enormous river, yet soft caressing like, as my throat is being victimized by fluid earthly seeds I've become enamoured of fire's beauty alike deep white cygnets of lakewaters blue green sky Someday I'll be one who'll elope with her, the enchantress however, no sooner said than done, and... it lasts ...until the ends of the world. 5. I'm A Daemond [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] This eerie abode over there between the firs silent breethes is my palace, where I rest and lust, the emerald of the forest, an epoch making castle This embossed signs on my sinuous arms shall be the encomium of my victorious acts balk as they stood at my ablaze hordes I turned their ground into a mosaic of bloody thorns I hold the sunbeams like the sky does the moral's world like mother Earth the penis of father Ouranos I shout to my creators, "I'm the lord" and my voice becomes one with the astral vault In this brimstone dale where adders etch the skinland deep, yet sweet I'll crow over my success once more, aye, aye high in the crescent moon's flourished kingdom never cave in Those I quoth, those I have done 6. Iris (And The Burning Aureole) [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Oh, how much I love your eyes I'm waving like moonbeams on a nightside sea whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the absorbent sandcastles. Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me. The knight in golden armour turns into millions of vacant sinus ; inner sickles trying to find a way out of the flesh, the planted one with memorable experiences, tassels in white faces... Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though, absolute darkness reminds me of the age of ignorance. But, now as I recall all those I've seen so far through this burning blood red veil "oh, it makes me soften, I realize how terrific it'd be to sojourn two thousand years with you ; your inept dreams...my cerebral mansion". I'm a creature of terra firma ; as an urn I hold and kiss the ashes of my dying race ; as I grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can I speak to the dry ground about the wet saliva of my eyes ? Wisdom's cavern stands far from oceans, that's for sure my dear. Here I feel the crucial crux of all our dilemas, all those things won't ever touch our flesh, let them go, let them fade behind, let them stare at the Iris' narcotic sight while the flaming aureole will offers us pleasure ; the pleasure an infant gets along with its mother's white, fluid bribe. 7. My Red, Red Moon (Emma O) [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Love is the realm of moon Love is the gate to my ivory dreams Love is the deep red wine I'm drawn into Love is my eyes, diving in the lakes of thoy face Love is the poison I'm dying to taste Love is the highspirited thorn that keeps beauty pure Love might be the reason you were born Love is pain, and O' damn... ...I'm dying to see you suffer 8. Monuments Of Its Own Magnificence [Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995] Those dying lips, approval of this miserable world those fleshy highfalutin' lines that sing for me and the untouchable ones. Send me in the globetrotter skies, don't hinder me there shall I build my own dreams again. Above clouded tombs and mourning ladies, above your poor world of dispare Ascent... The hemlock turns to hemp and my heartburn into hellish headwind yet, through my highness I try to hex thou, thou world, thou dreams, thou nest, thou clef before the keyhole to eternity... ...cloudburst our tears are as our mother's mitre dries under the indomitable sun.