Artisans of Civilisation
Too much faith in systems
Look too little to men
Receive no help from without
Need help from within
Modify to improve
Give sense to stimulate
Recast our foundations
Find a need to create
These words mean so little
But a means to communicate
No real, moral value
Except traditions sake
Artisans of civilisation
From whom we inherit all
May we manipulate nature
Too much, to our downfall
The lives of those unwritten
Pass silently by
To propagate good example
To rise above and decry
Too much faith in systems
Look too little to men
Receive no help from without
Need help from within
Modify to improve
Give sense to stimulate
Recast our foundations
Find a need to create
Too much faith in systems
Look too little to men
Receive no help from without
Need help from within
Words by Nigel Humberstone
Past Glory
and I will take your hand
and I will comfort you
until this terror leaves
whatever I have said
whatever we have learnt
until this terror leaves
I will always be
ahead of myself
searching for that
you console me
you lie within my path
you take my steps
before my body leaves
and I will take your hand
and you will follow me
before our bodies leave
I will always be
ahead of myself
searching for that
you console me
you lie within my path
you take my steps
before my body leaves
you console me
you lie within my path
you take my steps
before my body leaves the ground
Words by Nigel Humberstone
Lectern
deep in the heart
all alone
laying down
awaiting God
you see me now
all alone
sitting alone
giving to long
this seat
unattended to
pray again
always see
listening to
lovers gaze
others do
lest we follow
teaching the sign
of a man
abating doubt
waiting in line
you see me now
all alone
sitting alone
giving to long
listening to
lovers gaze
others do
lest we follow
this seat
unattended to
pray again
always see
me and you
heaven sent
burn again
burn it down
Words by Klive Humberstone
Crave
I hear the echo of the years
I taste the bitter crushing tear
I see the breaking of the dream
you bring me down
you bring me down
I smell the burning of my fear
I feel emotion disappear
last taste of senses surreal
you bring me down
you bring me down
In silence
In silence
I hear the echo
I taste the bitter
I see the breaking
you bring me down
you bring me down
Words by Dolores Marguerite C.
Resonate
La sonnerie
Une melodie
Les couleurs éclatants encore
Me pacifient
La rêverie
Mélancolique
Dans la froide d’éternité
[Se cachent] désirs fantômes
La fantasie
Et la folie
La mémoire réside férvente,
dans mon esprit
La solitude
Les fleurs d’hiver
Quand je rêve les sons aveuglés
resonnaient
Toujours la meme
Le sentiment
La renaissance
Soporifique
Toujours la méme
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The chiming
A melody
The dazzling colours
Calm me again
Dreaming
Melancholy
In the cold eternity
Are hidden, ghostly desires
Fantasy
And madness
The memory so fervent rests
in my soul
Solitude
The flowers of winter
When I dream the blinded sounds
Resonate
Always the same
The feeling
Rebirth
Soporific
Always the same
Words by Dolores Marguerite C.
Crepuscule
Peux-tu Garder
mon secret?
Dans les Ombres
Dans la Nuit
Et encore une fois
Je t'en prie
Peux-tu garder
mon secret?
Dans les couloirs
Le silence
Et la crepuscule
Me balancent
Quand je me refleche
Rien ne change
Meme si je tremble
Je n'ai pas peur
Peux-tu garder
mon secret?
Dans les ombres
Dans la nuit
Et encore une fois
Je t'en prie
Peux-tu garder
mon secret?
Words by Dolores Marguerite C.