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Dark Reality Blossom of Mourning
General Inquisitor Torquemados Releases, 1995
Blossom of Mourning front cover 1 Am Ende des Weges 5:39
2 Ants under Glass 5:13
3 In the Cathedral 7:18
4 Sint lumbi vestri 2:45
5 Ashen 7:16
6 Gruselett 1:25
7 Gewitterfront 5:08
8 Moping Carol 6:00
9 Will to Deny 5:29
10 Little Chaffinch 2:13
total time: 48:26
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Am Ende des Wegesup to the top of the page
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Doch hast die türe du erreicht
bedenk, ob dies allein nicht schon genügt
wer zwingt dich denn, hindurchzugehn
wer weiß, was dich erwartet dann
das ende des weges, willkommen am nichts
willkommen...
Denn wisse, es mag auch genügen
daß du von nun an jederzeit die letzten schritte wagen kannst
es muß nicht zwingend glück verheißen
ein lang ersehntes ziel nach großen mühen zu erreichen
dahinter kann die leere lauern
doch trau dem nicht...up to the top of the page
Ants under Glassup to the top of the page
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The flower spreads, and wisdom staggers
Clue disperses
Moreover sense has melt away,
Unintentious, but with great effect

"Motionless attitude, never selfmade attitude
Fearful, common laziness, fearfully conscientious
Never ever consciousness, consciousness is fear
Frostbitten sight, obstructive spite: be eternally received..."

These thoughts, they cross the crumbling sky,
The nearing end is their impulse
Fulmination fills the air, a flower of sound takes over

"Ants inside the head paralize the head
Close up and pass by, eternal will: to deny
Under glass, to be and stay..."up to the top of the page
In the Cathedralup to the top of the page
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Sinful rain bathing this narrow square
Soaking my vein, infolding my stare

Yes, they are goading me ...as if shame will survive me

An old woman's knees kissing the tiles
Spirits lie broken, salvation is ice

Little by little, darkness is spreading
I've lost all my bearings, need some accomplice
My behaviour is cursed, I drown in this dirt
Days once composed on the alert
Drowning in guilt, drowning in dirt ...and still insight is far away

In the cathedral, peeling my fear, in the cathedral, dirt even here
Athirst for comprehension, my soul can't stop it's depredation
...as if shame will survive me

(parts of the lyrics by Franz Kafka)up to the top of the page
Sint lumbi vestriup to the top of the page
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(instrumental)up to the top of the page
Ashenup to the top of the page
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A paveway of graveyards, wetted by tears
reflecting the clouds that huddle together
the sky to protect from seeing the pain

Unbearable, my soul uproars,
the sobs of thousands grind all thoughts

Clouds of cremated hopes swaying like butterflies
but dead, grey and dead
ashes fly snowlike, so soft and so warm
and cover the names with a blanket
oh, fragrant, with guilt and despair
oh, butterfly, your wings are cold
and tears...up to the top of the page
Gruselettup to the top of the page
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Der Flügelflagel gaustert
Durchs Wiruwaruwolz
Die rote Fingur plaustert
Und grausig gutzt der Golz

(poem by Christian Morgenstern)up to the top of the page
Gewitterfrontup to the top of the page
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Und über das tal ziehen schatten so dunkel
unwolken den schimmer, ersticken den glanz
und scheinen verwurzelt wie felsen im sturm
die unberrt trotzen der hochstein gewalt

Es donnert ein name mit grausamer macht
wälzt zäh über mauern, durchdringt jeden winkel
die lippen erbeben, der zitternde klang
schnürt eisig die Seele
schlammt lähmend die glieder
und bettet sie klamm in schürfendes braun

Zwielicht fahlt flimmernd ein tanzender schmerz
am himmel ziehn fetzen wie vögel
als zielloses spiel des infernos
doch frei
hinweg über berge und klüfte gebreitet
liegt Bitterkeitup to the top of the page
Moping Carolup to the top of the page
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Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness,
oh selfabsorbing perverse lust that turns me on this hell to bless
this rigid life of disincentive I've begun
provides the cage of frozen time that keeps my mind from going on

solum permaneo in velamene lapideo
qiud ipse sustineo

No hands to clutch, no consolation
assistance all in vain for my soul lacks will to join salvation
depths of indolence, oh shelter my intellect
keep me from reflection that may urge a useless force to act

Got a brain with dancing shadows
got a face with lightness eyes
when I'm searching for connexion with no hope to realise

Activity is useless for you've no chance to succeed
every strive for alteration is their mockery to feedup to the top of the page
Will to Denyup to the top of the page
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This is no god, this is but me
a shivering spine with eyes that see
behind that faces souls whose dimensions
controlled by fear, and no comprehension

Educated eagerness, erase from consciousness

I am no god, I am but me
a shivering spine with eyes that see
Darkness is falling... still don't comprehend
yesterdays calling the future to bend
thoughts are derailed, thoughts are defiled,
thoughts are deflowered and denied
thoughts are abused, to be abjured
we are but tools, we are but food

Grey are the clouds, low is the sky
hoping this clouds may feed my disguise
hiding the sun, thickering the air
if justice is done, there's no need to care... no way to care

But foaming outside, mankind and its depths
them to abide? Their emptiness to forget?
Now look at these skies, they're crumbling, at least
they will to deny, within me a beast?
All together, get estranged!

Look around, taste the air, freedom joy, no despair
nothing is what it seems
close this eye, live this dream
educated eagerness, enthralled by emptinessup to the top of the page
Little Chaffinchup to the top of the page
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Aeons may have passeth by, memories are fading
I wish you to have found your way and kept your imageryup to the top of the page