Cult of Erinyes A Place to Call My Unknown 1. Call No Truce (lyrics by Mastema) Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries Damned soul, but who will believe it? Anonymous, misunderstood, unknown rebellion His life is a contradiction in a paradoxical world His logic is uncertain but his heart is not Heir to a different thought, the greatest wealth that is Convinced to be on the right track, though he has no guides Desperate to feel superior, not sure of the reasons why A revolutionary without a collective, is he doomed to disappear? Condemned to silence, but is he really? There are so many questions he can’t answer So much shame he can’t cope with The helplessness is repugnant, but he’s still in denial Scratching the surface, defining new principles Breathing their animosity, he’s surrounded by their fears Intimidated by their broken dreams Still lost in this chaos History is on its way and it never, it never betrays He knows the impossibility of his desires He’s lying to all but himself, he’s building a fortress He must dig the black and rocky earth tirelessly Without knowing if it will reveal the keys he’s seeking Life against the tide, a passion still intact A common, faceless hero of a cause not yet known Neither a brave man nor a coward, without strength nor weakness Resentment and bitterness, more and more each day His thirst for knowledge knows no boundaries Damned soul, but who believes it? 2. Insignificant (lyrics by Mastema) Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of conversations A sense of well-being and comfort A remedy against loneliness You think you're protected, you think you can feel their warmth The illusion of being somebody, of serving a purpose An insignificant part of an immeasurable whole Outside the skies are gray, broad spaces frighten you Living away from windows, the unease gnaws your guts Seems the night will swallow you, will erase you at last Pointless existences, interchangeable lives A springboard to anonymity, absolute hypocrisy A world on the brink of implosion Sharing turns into an exhibition , pride’s parade The price to pay to overcome the feeling That freezes your heart and wakes you up at night Egos business, the final stage Accessing this better world only made your fall harder Alone, so desperately alone in the blinding lights You cried out for the last time in the damp and black night A wounded animal playing its last card You were never found, you were never heard You were never in any light, you never left the darkness All eyes passed straight through you You were already invisible, you were already dead Now that you're gone they are still watching Now that you’re gone, they’re still talking to you You don’t even need to exist, you never existed All eyes passed straight through you You were already invisible You never existed 3. Ísland (lyrics by Mastema) Never again will he see his homeland Thirteen weeks of an even horizon All but one have lost hope In his eyes they can still see the fire After endless days of blindness As the fog finally lifts He gathers his men on deck So all can see the unsettled island Did we pass the final border of the known world? The silence translates fear and wonder No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods? They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice Violent contrasts, improbable harmony Forbidden territory, enigmatic passions First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing Here they must obey the natural law The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness Did we pass the final border of the known world? I’m starting to think that we’re not here by chance They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever Yet they know there’s no turning back Passion will burn ‘til the earth’s final outcry 4. A Thousand Torments (lyrics by Sehie & Mastema) Spawn of hatred, spawn of sorrow Repellent even to the gods Born from a few drops of blood Their glance must not be met Their footsteps echo voices untold Bewitching guides of the other side Cold councilors fed by disarray They take him to the kingdom of nothingness He must tread on the decaying lands In his ears, in his mind, the hoarse whisper Of his executioners Their footsteps echo voices untold Bewitching guides of the other side Cold councilors fed by disarray Gazing one last time into the abyss He carries out their last commandment Lowering his lifeless eyes To the putrid, infested, eternal soil 5. Permafrost instrumental 6. Velvet Oppression (lyrics by Mastema) I can no longer hear but a deafening blast Just a dull breath and this maddening buzzing Life is still there, but it seems I can’t reach it An immense black hole slowly invading my world Terror and anger roar, yet no one is able to hear them No time to look back, no time to plan ahead No space left to rest, no space left to be alone Overcoming, sure, but overcoming what? Indolence or insolence, choose your path Abundance is a fig leaf, an illusion thrown in their eyes Someday they won’t know why they’re fighting no more Flashing lights and unattainable dreams are all it takes to tame the lions Everything is blurred in this uproar, millions of cards mixed together Velvet oppression, so much more effective Millions of us crushed in a ravishing silence The whole world and so much more In the palm of your hand Your favorite life on a big screen Truth or dream, it doesn't matter anymore Screaming or crying, who can tell the difference? Everything is stirred, mixed in a senseless maelstrom I won’t feast on the fleshless carcasses they throw at us All will end in a monumental outburst And silence will finally reign 7. Black Eyelids (lyrics by Mastema) Waiting in this wormhole For so many hours, so many days, I’ve lost count No thought, no dreams, no nightmares Just a vacant mind floating on rough seas At my side, the living are like ghosts, friends and foes alike The bodies around me terrify me, obsess me Morbid mannequins, gruesome puppets Their faces turned towards me Even at night I can still see their black eyelids Familiar faces appear to me in a dream A brief moment of happiness, a ray of light At 21, between life and death every day (again and again) Anger has been quiet for long, bitterness too There only remains the absence, the absence of me Anxiety grips me like a lackluster home, a loveless family My hands are shaking almost constantly Their vacant stare haunts me All I can see, all I can think of Are their black, hideous eyelids Around me this unbearable stench Encouraging me to leave this place in a single leap To smell the fresh air if only for a second To stand on my feet and to see the horizon My senses expand and evaporate I cling to the cold ground as to life itself Beyond this wall of earth, I imagine desolate fields A glowing mist, bodies everywhere Their faces turned to me, their black eyelids freezing my blood Their black eyelids freezing my blood Their lifeless eyes inviting me to join them 8. Thou Art Not instrumental 9. Last Light Fading (lyrics by Mastema) Useless generation, aimless generation Cynical generation, disillusioned generation Disenchanted, you know we’ve grown tired Year after year, decade after decade Disenchanted, we got disconnected The delusions of the past fraternize with the lies of the present And tomorrow’s new certainties The truth can’t be interpreted We ain’t free to see all which was promised to us We, we no longer believe We like to think it’s a choice, we believe we’re refusing submission We follow the guidelines, we follow the policies We follow the procedures, we follow the routine Disenchanted, you know our dreams were shattered We’re animals, puppets in a greater game Resisting has become a trend Behind the appearance, there is nothing Just a tremendous void We’re rotting corpses, we refuse to believe Hopes and dreams seem untouchable The wise man told me things were harder in his days Must be the only lie he’s willing to believe in Filled with rage or compassionate, how can we get out of this maze? We live in doll houses, we die in glass prisons Our freedom today gets lost in the cacophony But some are still struggling to resign, still struggling to comply The frustration gnaws like rust From disappointment to despair, from resentment to regret Everything may collapse, everything may be questioned But I’ll never extinguish the very last light hidden deep within They will never find the key to close this last door Disenchanted, not extinguished Disenchanted, not extinguished