DECEMBERANCE LYRICS

1. Scaffold

[Samples are taken from "Enas Nomotagis Politis" - 1974, by Errikos Thalassinos, voice of Vassilis Andreopoulos]

Day after day and after day, alighting carefully on the garden of this Reality,
The actual reality, trying to cope with the War inside.
Sitting, withered, dead within, by the window.
Stolid, with no expression, a blank face, a stone.
The ways of the Earth. No matter what, no matter how...
Gazing through the wall that once became the shade I built.
Brick by brick, pilling up regrets and words untold.

This window reflects rain-made rivers...
Like veins and arteries of everything.
And I sit behind it, so tired.
I cannot taste the rain after all...
Blinding, warm, soft they say...
And I, behind it, falling upon the wall...

Some thick sub sounds can only pass through it,
And I gladly enjoy them, a strange lullaby in strange forms.

Having myself left.
My hair, my nails, my mind.
A small detour in the night.
It happens only inside,
It happens only in mind...
Like a memory in the middle of winter.
A small detour, like a cobweb on the wall.
A small spider draws schemes and shapes.

I can barely walk to this scaffold.
Few stairs and I gasp for air.
My lungs are burning. A duty though.
Serenity and I am Calm...

2. The Blue Thread

[Instrumental]

3. Shrouds

[Additional keyboards are by Manos Kousourlis.
Samples are taken from:
- Scent of a Woman - 1992, by Martin Brest, voice of Al Pacino;
- Soul Kicking (Η ψυχή στο στόμα) - 2006, by Yiannis Economides, voice of Errikos Litsis.]

Breathing sorrow, vomiting hate.
Sulfur, bile, pus, blood, and water.
The ways of the earth, unbearable and cruel
In shame, in irony, for real.
Breathing is useless and blood clots behind my eyes.
At the other side of the shore, witnessing Nature's mocking...
Slitting my throat, getting rid of my vocal cords.
Ripping my veins out of my wrists, eating my flesh.

I should extract all the existing Light.
So, I can portray Loss, any loss.
I should cease all the existing Sound.
So, I can speak of Grief, any grief.
I should compress all the existing Air.
So, I can portray Death, any death.

I should throw my own remains away in the most distant grave.
Without a name, without clean marbles, without symbols of any god,
Without a word against the sense, hidden in my cold hand.
Who could tell this story of a man who lost his own mind?

A pile of shrouds on the chair, speak of hope...
Clean and firm waiting to cover a wreck...
What is left, from the time where, this called Life...

I stare at my tomb, just a hole,
In this barren land I wear myself out.
I am tired. I know. I know the truth.
This hole, soon, I can assure anyone, will pollute the earth.
Like the way it should be...
Like the way it should be...
Empty, hollow, just an open wound.
In this wasteland black cloths cover mirrors
I am tired. I know. I know the truth.
This hole, soon, I can assure anyone, will pollute the earth.
Like the way it should be

No hyacinths upon my coffin.
Nor lilies and oleanders.
No mourners will soak the soil in tears.
No white cloth upon my face
No drops of wine over my eyes
Now pain will go away.
No loved ones walking slowly behind.
Now, finally, pain will start.

Where even sorrow matters no more
When even hate becomes my spine
Mountains and Oceans as graves, pressing Fear.
Expelled from anything pure, hiding...
In my coffin I laugh loud but nothing...
Like a noise from above where Earth decayed
Concrete water on me like guilts and regrets.
Where even sorrow matters no more...







DECEMBERANCE LYRICS