Disaffected Vast 1. Cold Tranquility Ignoble decimation Stands by myself As death remains Pain and confusion Transforming my life Happiness, happiness... dies Gazing the blur inside Dream in this reality of... lies Blackened self co-exists in Burdens of grief now ascending me Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold Idolize thee Ruler of the deepest Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold No joy to live Alone but we're gathered Within this host, a deny Within this host We are gathered Alone... a deny Idolize thee Ruler of the deepest Clairvoyance of tranquility... cold Cold 2. No Feelings Left Despair is queen of her own bleak bourne Scattered through its wide domains Tiny windows hanging in the void Like mirrors left and castaway Feel the eyes of despair upon you Feel her hook catch and snag your heart No feeling left or any last promise No feeling left only this painful passion Fearless through the gardens of grief Neither I need sorrow or relief I've got no feelings left Her clammy cold skin, musky and pungent, Like the skin snake crossing through your throat As tangible as the old velvet, as a shredding rake-thin Nothing is left untouched, nothing remains pure I've got no feelings left Feel the eyes of despair upon you Feel the hook catch and snag your heart Fearless into the gardens of grief I've got no feelings left "...the most faithful daughter of hate ‒ despair. Yet hate is just inverted and twisted love, but despair if nothingness and emptiness inside. Everyone of us has a little of that, as for myself, well, I think I've no..." 3. Unlimited Vision "I was standing in darkness beholding the signs of ancient wisdom, To evoke the pagan gods, As old as time itself, Only to reach through visions... And now I'm standing before its unlimited vision Rise forth, ancient ones, I've summoned you From the depths of earth Standing before this unlimited vision..." Solving in the cauldron of our ancient makers The mixed limbs of raw matter and the pure essence of it all, More than just simple life or any complex diversity More than any pattern of thought that you can bear in mind Even before time The complex simplicity of life Standing before This unlimited vision Was acknowledged by the ancient one Vision, vision Now some claim to reach the realms of purity But have they even seen the gleams of this quest? Vision, vision Are they even able to get close to it By using unhuman like racional thoughts I was standing in darkness Beholding the signs of ancient wisdom, To evoke the pagan gods, Face its unlimited vision Rise forth, ancient ones, I've summoned you From the depths of earth Standing before this unlimited vision "...I believe in the tales of the ancient gods, creators of our world, who lay frozen in the depths of earth to rise one day and rule their land. This true belief can only be achieved through visions and I've been granted with that gift." 4. The Praxis Of The Non-Being As I initiate this journey, wrapped in rhapsody of sounds Wrapped in roses Rejoicing at every footstep as the wind swinged in evasive frenzy Like a buzzing of insects across the black But enlightened night As I initiate this journey, planned before I be, Unseen by most, innocent in all its splendor, A laying body cold, in contemplating joy Exhales from the attempt, repent to get near The praxis of the non-being A lifeless body casts more than it is seen Like memory forever lasts The praxis of the non-being Ever holding his secrets, ever... to be... revealed... destiny Foresee the traceries the galaxies make, as they spiral through the void And the intricate patterns the living make A lifeless body casts more than it is seen Like memory forever lasts The praxis of the non-being Ever holding his secrets, ever... to be... revealed... destiny Smells like everlasting dust, remaining ashes Leaving no footprints, lasting no shadow The praxis of the non-being, a lifeless body casts More than it is seen, like memory forever lasts. "...the cult of the dead in the old Celtic necromancy, where one is never truly "dead" while he's still remembered by the living through his deeds, and after all the dead are just sleeping..." 5. Dreaming I Mother hear... I claim at your immensity Reach for my hand, into your silent throne Entwine my body and deliver me Enchant this body, fill me with supremacy Command me and trust me your gardens... 6. Dreaming II (Another Form) Night... oh, dark mother Guide me... through my thoughts Dreaming... of another form Oh, night... dark mother From the mountain top I'll wait for your sign Take me... for I'm yours... Reach for my hand, into your silent throne Entwine my body and deliver, deliver me again Oh, night... dark mother Mother hear... I claim at your immensity Reach for my hand, into your silent throne Dreaming... "...it's an ode to all creatures of the night who trust their sleep in the hands of Morpheus to carry them with his wings far across the lands of desire and delight..." 7. Allusion [Instrumental] 8. Dead Like My Dreams Dead ‒ like my dreams Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead... I now acknowledge As my senses relaps Melting within the absurd And unfounded deep Remould me at your image Disincarnate me Control me, replace me Expose all my will I've denied my vow ‒ control me Drown my, grind me Dead ‒ like my dreams Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead... I cannot confront the shattered The twisted belief of gods omnipotence Dead ‒ like my dreams Dead ‒ forever they'll be dead... "...this song is about a kind of living dead people. The sort of individuals who don't have dreams of don't believe in them, they are dead actually living only to fulfill someone else's dream. Of course I'm a believer." 9. Desire Me Not Child, listen to me, child I'll take you into the land of dreams Where you shall forever be... Child, listen to me, child There's a place for you in my dreams But desire me not more than my flesh You can flow in seas of trust Like stars from the old stream But do not ever want more From me than you can take All I can give you is only what can be seen But never can you reach my soul And desire my not more than my flesh "...be strong, o man! Lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear no that any gos shall deny thee for this, I am alone: There is no god where I am" -- From "Liber al vel legis", A. Crowley 10. Vast - The Long Tomorrow Rising from the sleep into the grasp of Eternal Like the dust of star adrifting into space Like the threatened twinkling of a distant star Darkened within me now as I melt Forging in dust Ever lasting substance solved in the open sphere The melting of elements mixing in a timeless frame Building my new structure with the essence of space As my spectre becomes one with the universe - vast I'm here - I'm there I'm now - everywhere Vast - I'm now resting for eternity The basis of my self-being has overcame Vast - melted the immense One with the universe one with god My presence is melted With the substance with the universe I'm one with the universe, one with god "...it is my believe that when one dies the esense of his soul will be absorbed and mixed with the vastness of our universe, it's a kind of a symbolic rebirth as you return to where you came from: the big wide Cosmos..." 11. ...And Flesh Will Be My Bride You flesh will be my bride Your sweet tasteful flesh Will now be my bride Swanped in the fluids Into the vortex of forms Touching the uncenced veil Your sweet tasteful flesh Will now be my bride Awaken from lethargic state Swanped into the fluids In the vortex of forms Your flesh will be my bride The sleepers now awaken Your sweet tasteful flesh Will be my bride Inhale the acrid stench As it slowly spreads The malignant growing inside Feeding upon your flesh Swanped in the fluids Into the vortex of forms Touching the uncenced veil Awaken from lethargic state Swanped into the fluids In the vortex of forms Bursting from within As disease penetrates Deep into your inwards Antropomorphia Your flesh will be my bride The sleepers now awaken Your sweet tasteful flesh Will be my bride Your flesh will be my bride "...disease and illness, with whom we're married even before we're born, will feast upon our carcass 'til we rot..." 12. Thou Art Lord [originally by Acheron] José Costa ‒ Vocals Sérgio Paulo ‒ Guitars António Gião ‒ Bass Fátima Gerónimo ‒ Keyboards Joaquim Aires ‒ Drums