Odes Of Ecstasy
			Embossed Dream In Four Acts


1. Autumn's Grief (Prologos)



2. The Total Absence Of Light (Act I)

I'm the cries
The cries of all the weak
I'm the lies
The lies that feed you (for) years
I'm the dreams
The dreams that fade as time pass

I'm the drug
The drug that fondles your grief
I'm the hope
The hope that never lived
I'm the storm
The storm you fear to deal with

In your minds
The death of sanity
In your lifes
The misery always reigns
In your eyes
The total absence of light

Death is my
My reason to exist
Time is my
My worst of (all) enemies
Life is my
My doom for (the) years to come

The cries of all the weak
The lies that feed you (for) years
The dreams that fade as time pass
The drug that fondles your grief
The hope that never lived
The storm you fear to deal with
The death of sanity
The misery which reigns
The total absence of light

"We are like certain senses scattered wide
That have no hope of ever reuniting
All nature in our nerves falls in confusion

We ache in both our body and recollection
All things reject us, and all poetry
Fills us with envy as our last asylum"

[Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis]
[translation by Kimon Friar]


3. Faithless (Act II)

Taste, Taste my bitter dreams,
The emotions which spring from
A dark sea full of sins
And cold thoughts

Feel, Feel my aura now
Embracing your purity
It' s the call
To your innocence my friend

Breath, Breath my only wish
It is hiding form your eyes
Red it's color,
Like the one of passion

Burn, Burn my dead soul,
Blow the ashes in the wind
Let the night to spread
It's veils one more time

See, See the clouds of misery approach
Taking the shape of your fears

And the sun again is fading
Burning every faith I had for
For your beliefs, for your holy
Dreams of immortal happines

And the moon again is rising
Lighting my dark thougths of hate
Tears running from the idol,
Cannot satisfy the dead

"I gaze at the ceiling plasterwork
The meanders draw me in their dance
My happiness, I think, would be
A matter of height

Oh humble art that lacks pretension,
How much too late I admit your teaching!
Embossed dream, I shall come to you
In vertical fashion"

[Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis]
[translation by Kimon Friar]


4. War Symphony (Act III)

[lyrics in commas are taken by Mozart's Requiem]

Iron horses burn the land
Iron eagles sky attack
The dogs of war, now are loose
To devour through their pass

Rain of fire, metal storm
A roar of winds takes away our souls
Carve my stone, carve my name
To the hires of flesh
Among the thorns I lay

...and I listen the war symphony
My last ode of ecstasy
The orchestra plays dark melodies
as I fall in endless sleep

When the wicked are confunded,
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded,
Call me, with Thy Saints surrounded.

Low I kneel, with heart submission!
See, like ashes my contrition!
Help me in my last condition!

...and I listen the war symphony
My last ode of ecstasy
The orchestra plays dark melodies
as I sink in bottomeless seas

"Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis:
Voca me cum benedictis.

Oro supplex et acclinis,
Cor contritum quasi cinis:
Gere curam mei finis".

"We are like certain rickety guitars
Whenever the wind passes through, it sets
Astir our verses and their dissonant sounds
From the slack strings that dangle down
Like watch chains

We are like certain incredible antennae
That with long finger reach into the void
As on their tips the infinite resounds
But quickly they shall snap and trumble down"

[Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis]
[translation by Kimon Friar]


5. Garden Of Temptation (Act IV)

Winds, blow away the memories
Waves, drown the sadness
Night, hide your precious secrets well

Enter the garden of temptation
Try to provoke your fate
Ignore the shining mysteries

Dance, for their dying joy
Sing, for their hopeless cries

The clouds are disappearing
Fake signs are revealed
Illusions cause our madness
The desires of a haunted world

Hear the sounds of your needs
Kill your hesitations

"All the horizons will have chocked me
In every climate, all latitudes
Daily struggles for bread and salt
Love affairs, boredom

Ah! It's now time for me to wear
That beautiful white wreath of plaster
Thus, with the ceiling as frame around me,
All shall admire me"

[Poetry by Kostas Kariotakis]
[translation by Kimon Friar]


6. Vampire Hunters (Epilogos)

[INSTRUMENTAL]


1998 The End Records