Vindsval The Great Maddening (as Le Grand Guignol) 1. Circus Lausenheyser [Instrumental] 2. Degenesis Wiseman they call me, elder and sage I have always been there, through all time and age I am the essence, the visionaire Hear my words, dear listener, dare For with thee my story I share: Once upon a tragedy our knights returned With triumphant euphoria from their quest In lands forgotten and forlorn And entered our citadel, but not alone... From the plateau of the battlements I espy Black flowers on the skin depicting their cloth An absurd legacy of the subdued Lurks in their honorable hearts ...The precursor of a latent drama Virgins, bards and fools await their scene As teeth are chopped in muscle tissue Voluptuous fusion of saliva and sperm Phallus and flesh, hunger and lust Infernal orgy of decadent meat Yersinia Pestis - unveiled High above the feast, hidden in the clouds Moon's sickle waits, threatening to behead Succulent odors swallowed by the stench of decay The dancing scythe joins the carnal play "Such as I was you are, And such as I am you will be Wealth, honor and power are of no value At your hora mortis" "Were my eyes not hollow, would I perceive Your untouched beauty and angelic grace My dear lady, so dainty and cold, Oh grant me this dance and your life shall end old" A wave through foul bodies Culmination of the sick Life's defloration And the Dead overcome the Quick "Your bright red lips grown deathly pale As you listened to the dying men's wail I have done my work well, now I will depart What I leave behind is called macabre art!" 3. Dimension: Canvas Never before was I to delight a suchlike chef d'oeuvre Its mere presence imposes a taciturn remaining on me Myriads of galleries I have walked, indeed But which master could brandish a palette of equal birth? A fragile colour scheme scattered upon the canvas Shapeless in its sublimity and meant to endure An insidious urge embraces my psyche To haphazardly drown me in a spiral suction Disgorged and spawned from the deviant The frame now resembles a coffin for the gist Impiously mounted in disgust With fever being the artistic medium An apathic journey towards delirium: Indispensable knowledge to interpret this cryptichon " Dismal relique, Hideous parody of anthropoid contours, You are far too monotone in your expression! So cease, obscure phoenix, cease to rise..." Morose, I scrutinize each and every feature And endeavour to focus beyond the blatant Still, deranged I am forced to give up To languidly regret all of those "whens" and "whys" In a final writhing with pain I try to summon the significance of this allegory Queer aftermath, confound me not! On the spur of the moment I become aware That I peer at the ridiculous effigy of the painting's creator I am left to discern in frantic turmoil That the draughtsman has worked his canvas in glass...! 4. Mens Insana In Corpore Insano [Alter:] "Native to a narrow space, I crave for anautonomy Darting more than just a glance into this mind of mine Errata-footprints witness my trespass Srorrim fo tenibac a hguorht sdrawkcab koma gninnuR The idle heir is oozing And with on overdose of innate aspiration I delve into you!" [Host:] "As for whether I daydream or not, I cannot tell precisely Yet numb fever relieves me of every doubt My corporeal entity - assailed! A let-off calamity noxiously roaming To dastardly interfere in my synaptic crevices Wraith, loathsome one, Don't you try to entrench yourself Into my stamping ground! Squatter, be off with you! The here and now slides out of focus While the sun reappears at my vernal equinox But it sears the delicate fields teeming with growth My dazed wail to soothe but the plainest distress Reluctantly conceding the soil to this paramount bane" [Alter:] "Control - I am the valve that controls the flow Alternate - The query to the binary response Delete - Replacement thrives best on the void After all... it's just a matter of life It was... just... a matter... of life!!" [Gasping for air, gloating...] 5. Madness And Her Thousand Young Oh no, she's awake! As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains Thither goes my sanity! The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm, I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind Thus it has finally arrived, My reckoning moment of truth And I am willing to do penance In every wish you speak, In every thought you think they hide On every move you make, On every breath you take they ride They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea They are the children of dementia, If children they are ... ? Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest As with diligence I ascend the close apex She will harass again! ... mother? 6. I, Who Brought Forth Myself In deceitful hours my thoughts are threatening me Encoffined in my mind they choke my will Entwining my inherent they change my brain To the womb that incubates insanity My inner voice: A screeching, scraping choir Performing in a cranial theatre The end of act sick's a rebirth, A climax of feelings restrained In contractious pain I give birth To my sombre self, finally unleashed Bewildered and numb I gaze at my corpus Beholding a wry cavalcade of remains At last I am victorious Over me, who brought forth myself! 7. In Ardent Vendetta 8. An Entrance To The Epic Within 9. Alsuntia 10. Lucilinburhuc Um Fiels do steht se an stolzer Pracht A geheit hieren Schiet iwwer Bierg an Dall De Wopen démonstréiert hier Macht An hieren Numm kennt een iwwerall Et as eis Buerg a Steen geschlo'n Mat Stolz däerf s'eisen Fändel dro'n 963 erbaut Veréiren mär eis Hémecht nach haut Mam Ro'de Léiw gin ech Hand an Hand Uechter mäin schéint Lëtztebuerger Land Daat Ro'd steet fier de Buedem Daat Wäisst fier eiweg Trei Daat Bloot, daat as eis Uelzecht Eist lëtzebuerger Blutt Dräi Foarwen eis an d'Häerz gebrannt Dräi Foarwen un der Spëtzt vum Land A wann vun den Zënnen d'Fanfare ertéint Dann as de Ro'de Léiw gekréint Castellum Lucilinburhuc Lucilinburhuc 11. Pallida Mors: A Requiem [Instrumental]