1. |
The Hermit
02:42
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Wondering around
This empty wasteland
You won’t look inward
To face the pain
Like drunken ship
You are changing quaysides
But your suffering
Still remains the same
Slowly drifting to a solitude
Of teeming streets and crowded rooms
Into a solitude
Will you reveal the truth?
Changing crowds,
Changing places you’ve never wanted to stay
Just like a sponge you’re absorbing faces
But your empty soul still remains the same
Slowly drifting to a solitude
Of teeming streets and crowded rooms
Into a solitude
Will you reveal the truth?
Carrying your lantern lit in daylight
Won’t fill the void you got inside
Slowly drifting to a solitude
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2. |
The Hierophant
03:17
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The crown and keys are made of shiny gold
But as your hands and eyes there are so cold
Sitting on silver throne between two worlds
You’re keep ensnaring restless minds and souls
Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
Providing home for miserable and poor
Gathering broken lives and all black sheep
You’re sending them right to the sacred place
Where primal fear and human madness meet
Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
You are falling star and the setting sun
Knowledge that you got will never save no one
Golden crown you wear is swinging down your spine
Creature of this world will never become divine
Murder of free souls, torture of free thought
You’ll be throwing them down to your empty throat
Sucking out the last drops of weak believe
Filling up your guts with a human grief
Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
An abandoned child of the holy ghost
You’re the odd man out, lost among the lost
Heavy curse await on each and everyone
Who attempts to save hopeless humankind
Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
You are falling star and the setting sun
Knowledge that you got will never save no one
Golden crown you wear is swinging down your spine
Creature of this world will never become divine
Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
From your silver throne
To the puddle of mud
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3. |
The Hanged Man
02:52
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In search of truth, in search of righteousness
I’m doing decent circles, walking by the same old path
Lost with no direction, no landmarks here to find
Trapped by the misconception of my next step
Locked from inside
Drifting further everyday, my mind is fading far away
So full of mind control, enslaved in chains of wrong resolves
I’m jailed inside the cage
Of my erratic thoughts
Without the feeling of secure
My world is about to fall.
Where is the peace that I was busking for?
Am I supposed to drift like this forevermore?
There’s no escape from this dead end
Finding the resolve I can’t comprehend
Swinging on the tied rope
One on one with pain
There is no way out of this
All my attempts are vain.
I’m hanged man.
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4. |
Death
04:12
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Days of my life, they fall like petals
Of wilted flower
Soon I will fade
And disappear without the traces
This is the only way is see myself
Hard as a stone, I don’t feel light
All that I’ve seen made my heart blind
Nothing could stop evil hands of time
These days and nights I can’t rewind
I’ve made a coffin for my weak body
And dug the grave along the way
Enslaved by fear of getting older
I can’t prevent my own decay
Hard as a stone, I don’t feel light
All that I’ve seen made my heart blind
Nothing could stop evil hands of time
These days and nights I can’t rewind
Embracing death with my own hands
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