Tracks

01. Hadean
02. Eoarchaean
03. Paleoarchaean
04. Mesoarchaean
05. Neoarchaean
06. Siderian
07. Rhyacian
08. Orosirian
09. Statherian
10. Calymmian
11. Ectasian
12. Stenian
13. Tonian
14. Cryogenian



01. Hadean

Sitting out the goosestep
Of the long march of the Yes-men
As their gold card wielding wives
Are consumed by bitterness
It takes a lifetime to conceive
That your days in the sun are but brief
So they snivel, and repeat the echoes
That buzz off every screen
No wonder that the sociopaths
At the top of the human thrash pile
Refer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fatted
We're raised for a purpose
A drear existence on the work farm
And then a quiet death in the nursing-barn
"You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind
We're distracted with excuses
Why we can't reach for the stars
And so we never spring to arms
To claim back what's being taken from us here
Every single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries...
We're distracted with excuses
Why we can't reach for the stars
And so we never spring to arms
To reclaim what we are loosing
Every day


02. Eoarchaean

Where does it come from
And how was it made?
Who died in the process
And who got paid a starvation wage? Shopcops protect
A terrifying place
Willing to serve you 24 hours a day
Slick etiquettes
A great masquerade
Fluorescent tubes illuminate milelong aisles
Aseptic floors
Colorful shelves: myriads of products, but all their content is the same
Fooled and deceived
Who made us fall for this sham?
Who made us swallow the bait that we need all that shit?
Place your blind faith
In every produce
Don't hesitate or enquire, just follow our rules
No one complains
Customer is king
Why would you bother, just enter the pin
Who made us fall
Fall for the myth
That we would be better off with everything at our fingertips?
No one realized
How somewhere along the line
We have surrendered to the great void in our lives
Overwhelmed by the immense selection
Exerted to cover our inanition
Afraid that there's something that we could be missing
We'd pay any price to buy everything
We stand in line and smile....Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives
Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives
Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives
Celebrate the great emptiness of our lives


03. Paleoarchaean

Free man, you shall forever cherish the ocean!
The sea is your mirror; you contemplate your soul
In its eternal waves that chafe and roll
Your mind's abyss is bitter as the sea
Both of you live in darkness and in mystery
Man, who has ever plumbed the depths of your being?
O Sea, who knows your hidden riches
Seeing the secrets you preserve so jealously?
You love to plunge into your image down to the core
Embracing it with eyes and arms: your very heart
Sometimes finds a distraction from its urgent smart
In the wild ocean's untamable roar
Both of you live in darkness and mystery
Man, who has ever plumbed the depths of your being?
O Sea, who knows your hidden riches
Seeing the secrets you preserve so jealously?
And yet for countless ages you have fought each other
With hands unsparing and with unforbearing breath
Each an eternal foe to his relentless brother
So avid are you both of slaughter and of death
Man and the sea
Man and the sea
Man and the sea
Man and the sea
Eternal wrestlers! Man and Sea
Unrelenting twins! Man and Sea - You have fought each other
Man and Sea - With unforbearing breath
Man and Sea - Eternal Wrestlers! Man and Sea
Man and Sea - Each an eternal foe to his brother
Man and Sea - So avid are you both of fight and death


04. Mesoarchaean

There are moments in life
When man with his louse-ridden hair
Casts wild staring looks
At the green membranes of space: for he believes, he hears, somewhere ahead
The wry hoots of a phantom
He staggers and bows his head: what he has heard is the voice of his own conscience
He is determined and alert
And with the speed of a madman he rushes out
Takes the first direction his wold state suggests
And bounds over the rough plains of the wield
But the yellow phantom never loses sight of him
Chasing him with equal speed
Sometimes on stormy nights
When legions of winged octopi
Which look like ravens at a distance
Hover above the clouds... moving ponderously towards the cities of men, there, in the dark, their mission is to warn them....
On such nights the dark eyed grit, sees two beings passing by
One after another and wiping a furtive tear of compassion: which flows out
From its frozen eye
It shouts out "yes, certainly he deserves it, it is only justice being done!" Having said that, he reassumes his grim attitude
And continues to watch
And continues... to watch, trembling nervously, the manhunt
The phantom makes a clicking sound with its tongue as if to tell itself it's giving up the chase
His is the voice of the condemned
And when its dreadful shrieking penetrates the human heart
Man would prefer to have death as his mom
Than to have remorse as his son
I have seen him making for the sea
Climbing a jagged promontory
Lashed by the eyebrow of the surge
And flinging himself down, into the waves
The miracle is this: the corpse reappeared the next day
On the surface of the raging sea... Which had brought this flotsam of pale flesh back to the shore
The man freed himself from his body's imprint in the sand
He wrung the water from his drenched hair
The man freed himself
From his body's imprint in the sand... Wrung the water from his drenched hair
And silently returned to the way of life


05. Neoarchaean

True sorrow doesn't flirt with hope
No matter how great it may be: hope rises twice as high
But spare me these seekers!
Leave me in peace
Down with them, down, down, down, down! That which suffers, does never hope
For they will no longer impress me
With all of the solemnity and with the voice of my greatest days: I call to you my hearth, glorious hope! Wrapped in the cloak of illusions
Come and sit beside me
On the tripod of appeasement
With a whip of scorpions I chased you! If you wish me to believe that
You have forgotten all the grief
Which my short-lived repentance caused you: Well, then bring along with you
The sublime procession - hold me up, I am fainting! - of all the virtues which I offended... and their everlasting atonements
Yes, good people
I order you to burn
On a spade red-hot from the fire
And with a little yellow sugar for good measure: to burn the duck of doubt
With its vermouth lips... which in the melancholy struggle between good and evil
Shedding teardrops which are not heartfelt
Creates everywhere, universal emptiness! It is the best thing you can do
Certainly, flesh and bone, you have no reason to blush: but listen to me
I don't invoke your understanding
It would spit blood at the horror you cause! Better forget all about it, and be consistent with yourselves! There were no constraints there
Whenever I wanted to kill... I killed


06. Siderian

[Instrumental]


07. Rhyacian

A City of the blind
Their vile inhabitants
Abashed by their own lives'
Insignificance
The silent void of cogitations
Absence of signification
Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright
We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye
Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again
We have awoken from our sleep
Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep
Grazing ingenuously
Living blithely
Roaming insouciantly
Forgetting instantly
Every night
I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings
Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind
I'm wandering in times which are not mine
Terrified of what I'm about to find
I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight
I'm wandering in times which are not mine
Lost in between the shit and the shine
The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
Subdueing every mind at bedtime
What will it take to arrive
And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go through
To prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in pain
The wind of the past will always shake you in the end
We're waiting for the day
When we will attain the ability to forget
For, every day of our lives, the present is painful
The future unknown
The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable
The future is overgrown


08. Orosirian

For the great blue cold now reigns
Adamantly taking hold of every bruised, battered heart
And every slack, weary limb knuckles down
For we shall bend to the cause: the open sea awaits us all
Surrender breeds no remorse
We suffered through the ordeal
They came to get me in my dreams
To take me down to the ocean
Only in death shall we be sage
And see that heaven lies behind
And we shall quake, reading those words on this book's final page: for the great blue cold now reigns
For the great blue cold now reigns
Certain and endless, it seemed
But every petty grain of sand
And every bone will be washed out to the sea
Numbness unfurls in each and every brain
The coast now is clear
The air is thin
And as your own plot unfolds
It gets more difficult to bribe
The magistrates of your own psyche
What will you say when all the lights go dim
And the cup of disappointment is full to the brim? For the great blue cold now reigns
For the great blue cold now reigns
Only in death shall we be sage
When every ocean has dessicated
And we shall quake, reading those words
On this book's last page: for the great blue cold now... For the great blue cold now... For the great blue cold now... reigns


09. Statherian

[Instrumental with a quote from the movie The Life of David Gale playing]
What it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals
And not to measure your life by what you've attained in terms of your desires but
Those small moments of integrity, compassion, rationality... because in the end, the only way that we can measure the significance of our own lives
Is by valuing the lives of others
Fantasies have to be unrealistic
Because the moment, the second that you get what you seek, you don't, you can't want it anymore.
In order to exist, desire must have its objects perpetually absent
It's not the 'it' that you want, its the fantasy of 'it'
We are only truly happy when daydreaming about future happiness.
This is why we say: the hunt is sweeter than the kill, or: be careful what you wish for - not because you'll get it: because you're doomed not to want it once you do
Living by your wants will never make you happy.


10. Calymmian

What have you done with me?
You ruined everything and you don't even see
I still can't believe this is real
My mind plays tricks on me
Please wake me up and say it was just a bad dream
I can't talk
I can't think
I feel dead
All I see is red
I am sick
I can't get up
I see no way out
I need drugs
What have you done with me?
You ruined everything
I bet you don't even see
I want peace
Don't know where to start
I don't wanna feel like this
I'll cut out this heart
Feed it to the pigs
Salvation.


11. Ectasian

There's a stubble field
On which a black rain falls
There is a tree which, brown, stands lonely here
There's a hissing wind
Which haunts deserted huts
How sad, this evening
Past the village pond: the gentle orphan, returning home
Still gathers scanty ears of corn
Golden and round
Her eyes are gazing in the dusk
And her throbbing lap awaits the bridegroom... returning home
Shepherds found the sweet body
Decayed in the bramble bush
A shade... I am remote from sombre hamlets
I drank from the woodland well
The silence of God
I can feel the touch of cold steel
Spiders look for my heart
There is a light that fails in my mouth
On my forehead cold metal forms
Spiders look for my heart
There is a light that fails in my mouth
I drank from the woodland well
The silence of God


12. Stenian

At this time of the year
The skies are mostly grey and overcast
A steady wind blows relentlessly and time is passing by so fast
Let the rain purge the land
Wash it all away
The days are getting shorter
A long white foamy band: my solitary vessel plows through the turbid green water
Looming large, in the distance: snow topped mountains are drifting by
The whole scenery immersed
In a surreal yellow late-afternoon light
I've been here before
I know this scene
There are jellyfish in the foam
And then it all came back to me... How the wind played his gentle game
Nebulized and beguiled me
With your wisps sweet with lemon
And the bruisers on your chin
Spoke the truth
About our everything
And spared you a sermon... I've been here before
I know this scene
And the waning northern summer light
Reflecting in the freckle of your right eye
The setting sun's last desperate rays
Illuminating this tragic story's grade


13. Tonian

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW I FEEL
CAN'T SHOW YOU WHAT YOU MUST NOT SEE
IT'S DEEP INSIDE AND IT'S KILLING ME
I CAN'T FACE REALITY
IT'S ALL OUT OF REACH FOR ME
IT RUNS DEEP
IT'S ALL SO VERY MUCH FOR REAL


14. Cryogenian

[Instrumental]