SUNCHARIOT - Betrayal Light Of Fertile Ground

Mother Ground

Now when I need your silent calm
To which I permanently crave
So hide me from the light of day
And let the willow shed the tears at my grave

It's the return to the beginning through the end...

O, Mother Ground
For I was yours forever
You are my strength
You are my faith

O, Mother Ground
Please, take your restless son
I feel your warmth
I feel your love

I am the tribe,
That riding through
The boundless steppes
Of southern sun

Burial mound -
Forgotten home
Of those, who tilled
This neverending lands

Carven leaves
An autumn choir
Sun goes down
Into this fertile soil
And I will go
Into your fertile soil...
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Only One Branch Of Dullness

Approaching me from far away
And now it's here
Primal, brutal
Filled with the animal fear

Buried your days
Expend your strength
Look into past
And you will see
Here is my dream
She stands alone
Her light will grow
...with years

Here is my reality
I will be buried by myself
You ordered everything
But for your life it is too late
Tested by light
She will bear its absence
The skies will die
But you will never want this

Desire means dream
And dream shares no expense
She is alone
alone
Buried your days
Expend your strength
Look into past
And you will see
Here is my dream
She stands alone
Her light will grow
...with years

I remember the age
Of every my thought
It could be measured by the fear
That lives in every nerve

And weakness means nothing, laziness, sleep
Its wind is getting tangled inside the sails
Of the giant branches of dullness

Its breath is calm
Its breath is tranquil
It looks around the alien reasons of life
Its breath is calm
Its breath is tranquil
And this will stay inside...
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...Of Those, Whose Walls Return To Life After The Long Oblivions

O the ones, who have fallen apart
Take away omnipresent blood
All the suffer, that I forced to see
You will never stir the pity of me
...stir the pity of me

I became something strange in this world
And it kills me
But I still remember the times
When you didn't own them

I will close whole the world in the prisons with tall towers
They will throw me into dungeons of their dead WALLS!!!

They will become my thoughts
About the days, weaved from the thousand hands

United they mean as long as living moans are HEARD!!!
...as living moans are heard

They will become my thoughts
About the days, weaved from the thousand hands
Gather them!!!

The dullness of the mind pouring down from
the damp holes of commonness of those
Whose walls return to life after the long oblivions
Here are the hopes
Soon they also will revive... may be...
But raising, glance over all the fascination of your nonentity.