Lyrics
All lyrics by Bianca Stücker, unless otherwise stated.
Proofreading by Kirsten Borchardt.
AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
As above, so below
There's only one source, so
Mercury will not reveal
Its mysteries so easily
Fire turns to earth
And sun and moon give birth
To the ancient elements
It's only simple at first glance
AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
THERE'S ONLY ONE SOURCE, SO
MERCURY WILL NOT REVEAL
ITS MYSTERIES SO EASILY
As above, so below
The secrets now may show
Their inner core, what's manifest
And all the cryptic rest
ARSENIC
Arsenic toxicity
Vanity, hypocrisy
Can't wait to get
What you deserve
Never mind
Whom you'll serve
Intoxicated
By something related
To love/hate
YOU'LL HAVE TO LEARN TO FEED ON POISON
AND TO SUBSIST ON BLACKNESS
YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN TO TAKE A RISK
SINCE EVERYONE IS RECKLESS
EXCESSIVENESS MAY SUIT YOU WELL
IF YOU ELIMINATE OBJECTIONS
YOUR TOXIC BLOOD WILL KEEP YOU SAFE
FROM PERILOUS REFLECTIONS
Jealous insecurity
You're troubled by inadequacy
Temptation is material
And soon to become serial
FALLING APART
Everyone seems to
Want to be like you
Everyone seems to
Want to be with you
And me, too, and me, too
I SO LONG TO BE WITH YOU
I CANNOT RESIST YOU
I KNOW (THAT) IT IS TRUE
THAT I MAY FALL APART
IF YOU KEEP TURNING AWAY
Everyone seems to
Claim a right to
Venerate you
To monopolize you
And I do, too, and I do, too
THE FIRST MATTER
None of you may realize
Which way leads to paradise
The path is hidden, as they say
The search goes on, forever and a day
THE FOUR PILLARS OF THE WORLD
EARTH, WATER, AIR AND FIRE
IRREDUCIBLE, TWISTED AND TWIRLED
THE SOURCE OF DESIRE
Mind and matter keep strugging
Truth and lie, you're juggling
Between heart and will, hard to unwind
It's all one and all one of a kind
UMBRÍO POR LA PENA
(Lyrics: Miguel Hernández)
Umbrío por la pena, casi bruno,
porque la pena tizna cuando estalla,
donde yo no me hallo no se halla
hombre más apenado que ninguno.
SOBRE LA PENA DUERMO SOLO Y UNO,
PENA ES MI PAZ Y PENA MI BATALLA,
PERRO QUE NI ME DEJA NI SE CALLA,
SIEMPRE A SU DUEÑO FIEL, PERO IMPORTUNO.
Cardos y penas llevo por corona,
cardos y penas siembran sus leopardos
yo no me dejan bueno hueso alguno.
No podrá con la pena mi persona
rodeada de penas y de cardos:
¡cuánto penar para morirse uno!
THE BLACKNESS
Given the fact
There's no time to react,
There's no freedom of speech,
There is no way to reach
Out to something that may
Save you from the way
The blackness keeps expanding
There's no happy ending
THERE IS NOTHING TO LOSE,
NOTHING TO CHOOSE
IN A SOLITARY STRIFE
THERE IS NOTHING TO FEAR,
NOTHING SO CLEAR
IN A SOLITARY LIFE
Every now and then
I wonder if I can
Take this any longer
Or if I'll have to be stronger
Than I've been before
And I walk out the door,
Out into the grey,
I'm not gonna stay
here
HERMETIC TRYOUT
The white queen
And the red king
Proceeding
Separating
Water from earth
Fire from air
Until you'll vanish
Into nowhere
WALK THE INEVITABLE WAY
MAKE SURE IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE OR STAY
SUFFER PUTREFACTION
TO REACH ALBEDO
CALCINATION MAY NOT HEAL
THE FEAR OF MAKING SOMETHING REAL
THAT YOU CAN HARDLY CONTROL
(TRY TO ESCAPE THE BLACK STAGE)
Resurrection
Rejuvenation
It's alluring
Yet it's all in vain
Mercury,
Sulphur and salt
Giving up is always your own fault
ENTIERRO EN CAMPAÑA
(Lyrics: Dionisio Ridruejo)
La tarde está en la nieve
y el día persevera,
mientras toda la sombra
foscamente se eleva.
Aun es figura y nombre
La carne que se llevan
hombros firmes y fieles
a la paz de la tierra.
Bajo los pasos lentos
todo el silencio suena,
cuando el cuerpo descansa
hasta el silencio cesa.
¿ES ESTA SANGRE HELADA
LA QUE ABRASA LAS VENAS,
LA QUE LAS TRENZAS Y FUNDE
COMO APRETADA SELVA?
NADIE SE ESCUCHA Y SÓLO
UN CORAZÓN DESPIERTA:
ÉSTE QUE YA DESCUBRE
SU SOLEDAD ETERNA
ES ESTA …
LA TARDE ESTÁ EN LA NIEVE,
LA NOCHE ES NOCHE APENAS
(Y) ES SILENCIO EN EL LLANO
LO QUE EL HOMBRE SE DEJA
Las almas compedecen
En communion severa:
ya ninguno es su nombre,
la muerte es verdadera.
COMPETE/FAIL
Drown you anger with increasing pain
Burn down options, give up once again
No more promises, no time to waste
The days dissolve in reckless haste
Nothing to leave
Nothing to lose
Nothing to pretend
(and) nothing (left) to choose
Nothing to leave
Nothing to lose
Nothing to resist
and nothing to refuse
IN THIS GAME
WE'RE TO BLAME
THERE'S NO GLORY, THAT'S THE STORY
IT'S A SHAME
FROM THE START
IT WAS HARD
TO RECALL NOT TO FALL
FOR YOUR WEAK HEART
There is nothing left to leave behind
And it feels as if you're colorblind
(You've) got to get your hopes out of your head
Welcome everlasting grief instead
THE CENTER OF DESPAIR
I feel separated from everyone else
I feel as if I've been cursed by a thousand spells
Abandoned in an unfamiliar place, and I
Am alone in so many ways
DROWNING,
GIVE IN TO
THE CENTER OF DESPAIR
The center of despair is where all hopes grow
And the end of it all is the end of the show
Safety is nothing but a cozy illusion, what will
be left may be stripped-down to confusion
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE
Where reflection ends
is out of our hands
your life is what you are, what you are
this is now and here
you're controlled by fear, by fear
you're controlled by fear
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE'S TURNING AROUND
IT FEELS AS IF YOU'RE LEAVING GROUND
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE'S TURNING AROUND
WHO KNOWS IF EVERYTHING IS SOUND
And what I recall:
this cannot be all,
everything there is, everything there is
DANCE OF THE DEAD
The dance of the dead
is what we're up to
perform in our heads
without any clue
DANCE OF THE DEAD
DANCE OF THE DEAD
READY FOR TAKE-OFF
WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE
LET'S HAVE A PARTY IN HELL
NO NEED TO BE SHY
It's always the same:
romanticism
of heaven is lame, another word for
mannerism