Plus Perfect Heart and Last Serenade, Eviction of the Souls
In No Man’s Land, all Is suspended
All thinking is an instant ban
showed into musky can
Waiting there for the arrival of a better day
looking for the emergence of another way
Humans marching without heads, buying death beads
Sea of Lost Souls
becoming lifeless ghouls
proud to be divided, subsided
Terror is a new pheromone
waiting to enter the human bone
trying to find a new cousy home
to pollute, execute
to take to validate
This evil, that evil,
evil on the side,
evil without the perfect bride
Suddenly everywhere, and everything is filled with marching orders
former great lands without borders
This false hope, this inexcusable dope, run by Pope
Rome trying to lead all people home
Salvation for some…
For others the world of pain in a new domain
Those that sold their souls, decided not to be bold
Possessing a heart that is already cold and shredded
waiting to be embedded, their godless affair settled
Hang on the halls on bloody walls
Where the word of truth lost her roots
Filled with cowards and goons
but mostly with radical Buffoons
In the neverending halls filled with lunacy
old dusty rug sleeps, called a papacy
waiting with demonic non-human eyes
The final victory of old lies
There, were no living heart, beats
This sleepless, disgusting evil sleeps
Hoping that the force of justice never visits, never greets
These nonhuman Bad seeds
This hunger, this warmonger
These greedy eyes, filled with giant rotting flies
attracted to foul smell, preaching Hell
Is all lost?
Is it all around as a sharp military wire,
an empty world without human desire
a cold approaching weather front, begging me to be blunt?
Some say that all is lost…
We will win but at what cost?
Humanity on the Edge of New Age
tormented by this evil mage
This cowardly putrid smell
silently preying, trying to sell
manifesting terrible deeds
Will all end in a giant lavish feast?
The appearance of false Christ, they are calling
lost masses, looking for the next space darling
for the next pure-hearted Messiah,
All this to a functioning mind sounds very appalling
Is he there, can he bare
Do he dare
Does he even care?
Paradise is lost, show me the cost…
I am not lost
I am not conquered
I am not a lesser God
I am not just a dot
I am not a lost “spot”
I am more, I fill it in my core
My eyes are true, my heart is not an act
bearing maggoty fat
I am not last
I am an undisputed fact
I don’t react, I ACT
I am counterattack
I promise you, I am not …
just another hack.
Into No man’s land, I was born
In a place where reason is morn
Where the world looks like a demented porn
absolved only by the sound of the Viking horn
always looking for trouble on the double
I was always close to danger, maybe I am a sacred Avenger
hidden here as a clocked stranger
I am a herald of justice, a herald of lost time,
Ender of this gigantic crime?
Maybe I am a divine red vine
Waiting to be unleashed upon evil to feast
to smother these ugly, ugly beats
to feel your nasty blood on my wrist
my present my left fist
, my deadly kiss
In no man’s land, there are no rules
only head filled with words from indoctrinated schools
In no man’s land, there is just one band
heads buried deep in the sand
Save them, betray them
or let them there,
Do they really care?
Make a dubious scene
Come from a well-hidden shelter to be the next offender
Next sender, next pretender?
In no man’s land, all heads are deep in the sand
Amazed and led by this one music band
It’s my holy grail, not to fail.
Is this my future nailed in hand, to kick this malfunctioning can
Playing all wrong notes, measuring economic quotes
Plundering wealth and people’s money, without even saying:
many are awakened,
many are forsaken
Many are already taken
In no man’s land, I stand alone
wishing, yearning for a warm home
but this here, must be done
In no man’s land, I have become a fighter,
a different kind of writer, a firefighter with a lighter
so you can see evil a little bit brighter
My sword in my hand, my eyes set on this unholy land
I feel the coldness of the Steel
I feel the power of my Will
All that is corrupt and evil…
Kneel before me or take a leap of fate
Grand me a night filled with blood and hate
I will show you the gate…
I will show you the door, the exit
I am a stranger, Holly Avenger
send long ago, lost in time
looking to be “fine”
All here in no man’s land live on borrowed time
Way beyond their prime
Way beyond their original meaning
Maybe its time to end this raptured streaming
maybe is time for a new, audacious beginning.
Maybe it is time for a new band, a new kind of dreaming
for a new type of singing
The new melody that doesn’t erode,
truth without the nuclear code
In no mas land, things are getting out of hand
No more heads are filled with worthless sand
I hear these days that life’s presence
is molded into a new essence
A new song is playing
New voices are saying:
no more praying
No more false leaders
No more cruel deceivers
no more sinners
claiming to be the“winners”
In No Man’s Land days are too long
I need to end this song
It was a sunny day, maybe too sunny for my taste. I finally arrived, and all seemed clear, there is no presence of malevolence that can be felt.
With time I have become a master of disguise, and my analytical mind can successfully predict the movement of timeliness and the probability of the emergence of the most desirable timeline in the near future…if the future exists.
What you call the future, for me is just another variable combined and measured with the unit you Humans call… time
You can say,” The time is on my side”
I must admit it feels strange not to be hunted by these goons…I could kill them many times, but when you kill one you will spawn two, and two kills will spawn four, so it is smarter to not engage in a fight with these Hunters. I personally call them Dogs.
All I have to do now is wait…as always it could be 5 sec or 12 hours, you just never know how my friends choose the places and times for these meetings.
In my honest opinion; they just like flashy entrances filled with angelic music…
Hours passed, and nothing happened, no angelic music and no angels….
It was really hot, I went into the sea and swam a little, waiting for something to happen, anything, really…
Cristal clear sea water and blue skies above my head, it feels like paradise, but you don’t wanna be lost in this paradise.
It is far really far from the coastline, not many people “wander” here with their boats.
if I did not know better this would feel like suicide but they always show up, no matter what, they just do.
My thoughts have wandered off for a while… I have nothing better to do here, this is a really small island in the middle of nowhere…I must admit I don’t like to wait, it is not my thing, but sometimes you really don’t have a choice. I just hope my flashy Angels with their flappy wings soon will be here.
Are You Alone?
Sweet almost intoxicating voice talks to me…
Of course, I am Alone…you would be not here if I was not alone. You can sense these things with ease, so can we skip the Intro, this time?
I am hungry, my skin feels like the blowtorch has passed by me and I really hate these meeting places…It is always some Hidden Island, the Sacred Mountain, Holly ruin…you get my drift…
We can never be too careful, and you should know this fact by now…
It is of utmost importance that we, our kind must not be seen here…we must remain a conspiracy.
Yeah, yeah, I know…Or all world, all life will cease to exist…Love the irony…
What do you want this time, I am losing my patience…
Wait, wait, don’t tell me, The world is in Danger…Again
You have promised one more Job and I am out, out of this place for good,dont forget your promise…
Yes, we promised, and the given promise will be fulfilled…
Your next task is not an easy one, it is rather a peculiar one.
You must find your successor…
I sailed here in this God-forsaken place so you can tell me that I Guardian of Sacred fire must find in this sea of fools another one like me?!?
Are you Insane?
No, my dear friend,” We” are not insane just very practical, your position must be filled with another pure Heart, this is how has been done for ages.
We must have a presence here without being detected…this is your last task and your way out…
This is what you want, so here it is.
The last, final mission.
I looked into the deep blue eyes of the being in front of me, I quietly almost murmuring said…If you were not so beautiful and my ticket out of this nightmare I would punch in your pretty face without any hesitation…
Being said, smilingly:” We Know”
You, Know, right..is there a thing that you don’t know?
Probably not…I smiled back, but the smile was more filled with traces of agony than a filling of joy.
O.k…I must find the next “great” Human…where, leads, name, country, time?
He is not born ..yet…it will take 20 more Human years so the Chosen soul will manifest in another Human Body/ Avatar.
He will be the last of your kind, after him, everything here will change and I mean everything…
Just 20 years, don’t worry I have time…20 years…just 20 freaking years!!!
You know I can’t jump forward in time anymore, just back in time…20 freaking Human years….
Thank You, I feel “whole again”…
You brought me here where death ship dwells to tell me one good news after another.
OK, my Angelic friends let’s say I somehow manage to survive the next twenty years and the “Dogs” don’t find me, torture and kill me.
Let’s say I am the luckiest guy in the next upcoming twenty years, Can I at least have the Name of this “ great “ human?
The magnificent set of two crystal clear, impossibly blue eyes came near me, and I heard a whisper in my left ear, telling me the name of the last Avatar.
I said in my head, That sounds German, I expected some lonely American cowboy or semi-naked Bear wrestler from Ural…
I mean I knew he would be white this is the age of white men, but German I must admit didn’t see that coming.
She said: Yes he is a “German”, you can say that he is….
With all this happening I didn’t notice that silently the night has crippled in, and
I and my glowing friends could attract undesired attention…
I said: time, time is running, time to go…time to leave this island!.
One more thing I need a ride to the coast…and this time send me somewhere where is not hot or cold,comprende?
I deserve to live these next 20 human years in a place where the temperature is just right for my old bones…a favor for an old friend, it can be that hard?
I smiled and then being smiled back, telling me the following words
Guardian Your wish will be fulfilled, and remember we are always watching…always.
Before I could finish my sentence I was suddenly transported to another place…
Of course, it happened again, those “Angels” sent me to a place called Austria or Österreich.
I said those $%$…really?!?
Our relationship was a strange beast, I needed them and they needed me…
These beings always were trying to silently show me who is the Boss, but many times I would get their attention. Many times they were just standing, baffled, bewildered with their enormous brains and beautiful blue eyes by my accumulated knowledge and the achievements that would certainly place me without any doubt in the top 5 list of Guardians of all time…
I call them Angels because they appear out of nowhere, creating this bridge, a hole in the time and space continuum, creating a Rainbow Bridge, one world is for a short period of time connected with another…
You can sometimes see the weather and buildings in this “another world”, it is a really fascinating thing to observe, see…
Why blinding light?
You need to keep the fairytale going, it is a preemptive measure, if they are seen by the human eye, it f…with the human brain, the concept of reality is shattered before their eyes, and many of them just can’t take it…
It is much better to tell them; they saw the appearance of Angel in front of them than the truth about these beings I have the privilege to know…and in most cases, this deception works like a charm…
Can it be… after all these years lost in many different timelines this traveler is coming home….yeah, I could not hide my excitement, it was pouring from me like a rain during summer storm on a hot sunny day.
Finally, my prize is at my fingertips, I can almost feel its presence… after all these years home is in sight, finally..home.
So, no time for crying and feelings, let the games begin…
I need to find unsuspecting shelter, maybe some kind of job with the right pay, and when all this is settled wait for 20 human years to pass, How hard this can be?
Yes, how hard this can be…there is always a catch, maybe not 22 but 44…
Let’s wait for the Next and The Last Avatar.
One thing is certain: I’m not waiting without a good cup of coffee…
Vienna State Opera, 1902
Perfect heart, not lost in a dark
spark that begs for more
Silent Egregore lost lore
silent lucidity, crying divinity
This night goes along
like this song
It won’t be long,
All burn in hell
All is well
All is good
Walls have fallen
Earth has swollen
Fire and Ice
all seems fine
all seems nice
I call your name
Nothing will ever be the same
I call the truth
let her loose
Dust and wind
Sea of love
You are the one that I adore
Whispers are for listeners
Cries for the empty skies
The widow that never sleeps
Love that goes too deep
memories of blood
looking for nod
searching for star
close and far
Blue eyes this night
are full of surprise
beggars can’t be choosers
This song is not made for losers
I do what I can
O my promised land
Sun of the King
an ancient promise
without the sin
destined to win
You and this bard
You and this perfect song
It won’t be long
It is not far
You are my lucky star
even from afar
world is burning
raining from above
Perfect heart, even in autumn
even in the month of March
Everything served is ala carte
My Mistery of love
smiling from above
My Perfect heart,
Eros launching another flawless dart
Love is on the loose
Love is on the streets
Love that needs, love that sees
You, my mistress of love
My silent yearning shining
Are you ready for love
Are you ready to settle the old score
Old debt must be paid
Old ugly stains must be played
Aliens are marching through
Flying saucers made just for you
let them through
pass them by feel them alive
Perfect love, perfect heart
The widow that never sleeps
Love that goes too deep
let them see
Joker and Fool on the radio
Northern wind on your white skin
This sacred love is not a sin
This perfect love
this sacred wind
This love that sings
this perfect fling
this perfect heart, this perfect beat
is our win
widower lost in time,
the world lost in him
calling for the unification of twins
sacred perfect love
raining from above
falling on your heads
waking the death
singing loud blues
looking for old unpaid dues
So this song slowly goes
a being without the clothes
ultimate avatar, ultimate sins
Love that wins
thousand deadly pins
Ancient calls knocking on unsuspecting walls
love dancing around
without the sound
After she is done
After the evildoers are gone
Nothing that smells like evil cant be found
new sound, new domain
frequency of love
my white dove
sanctuary of heart
For this lonely Bart
new world, and new beginnings
Please press start.
Oh, my perfect heart!
This song is written differently…the reason is obvious….
If you have a guitar or piano do me a favor and use this song….it is free…You can change verses if yuo wish… No problem with me.
last Serenade, Eviction of the Souls
Closed and broken Doors
Last serenade, bitter lemonade
All is fine, all is good
A one-eyed tiger is flying south
March in Golden Lagoon, happened too soon
under the light of the naked, hollow moon
Life is childish drawing in sweet cartoon
Sin and torment, with me for a moment
picture and blue dreams taken by malevolent sin
Entangled Spiral loosened up, violently went viral
tyrannical images in black and white
sounds of the future set aside, for a while
confused crow looking for her pride
beggar in the gutter begging for a new divide
Loud Life and wicked death, daily broken drowning bread
Slippery Slope, the world lost in speechless, euthanizing hope
insane Loud mouth, words can not be found
the situation of the mind, thieves that are kind
Time, time singing like an evaporated translucent vine
Can this dream be mine?
I only dream in black and white
Do we have enough time, left?
Is all this just a giant theft, are we all being misled?
Falling screaming tomorrow, endangered roars of yesterday
another Friday, maybe Monday
Would I care if it’s just another Sunday?
Days passed by, everything on the line
Sun in Moon all is fine, in this wicked cartoon
Love dwells in my heart, the world is again mine
signs of sunshine, stories of divine
My heart still beats, all is fine
Souls on fire, headless moth broken with desire
the red-eyed owl that aspires
Prisoners of broken dreams lay naked before confused sin
Just another night, bathed in hated spin
All falls before the power of the will
Killing fields, sadness that always oddly kneels
Cabaret of Open Hearts, the sunset that eternally marks
New life born in a thousand rain of sparks
the light that never knew silhouettes in the dark
Twilight of the Gods, No Love Lost
Midnight of the last song,
The words that are spoken are clumsy and many times just wrong
The world that doesn’t belong, another brick in the imaginary wall
Another Death of the Useless Law
All in this is one song, pretending to be strong
Can I be so wrong?
is there nobody who can be told?
Cold tear shatters, so long…
Live that matters, the reason why
Superheated hearts can fly
Red and white colors that nullify
Creation, deviation, imagination, purification
all born in taintless fruit of passion
all thrown the next day away with new more colorful fashion
The right to choose is next-day approval to abuse
sences that always lose, art without the right muse
Trigger warnings for better understanding
Blind Death comes without a warning
I wake up, born in another mourning
Life is a wild treasure, a naked smile wrapped in constant pleasure
Will we meet again?
even if the blue aking sky is slain in vain
why all I can feel now is dressed in numb pain?
Frequency hits the voice of new domain
Abel and Cain, thoughts feel so distant and ordain
I only dream in black and white, once more tempting fate
comming home late, swimming in the world of hate
another false gate, another misfired date
Words in black, life is slowly crawling back
My heart is pounding, Attack the crimson mistress in black
Ask her for the conclusive acts, bring home irrefutable facts
Another day is gone, are you still dancing alone?
is nobody on that damned phone?
Stary Road in my head, walking alive in the dead world
Nobody must know, nobody can be told
Sweet shadows and fallen dreams, broken on the sharp snow
chanting bone and hollow black marrow
calling for a Puncturing arrow
Cradle of Love, Odin will be done
The fire is felt in every bone, You are never alone
even when your candle burns out and you are finally done
The validation of souls, washed in golden memory of blood,
a new life born on the outskirts of a land called North
Evil must be fought, nothing is ever truly lost
Just go North,
Listen to a sweet song hidden in the memory of blood!
Forget everything, what, have you been told, Be bold
New life awaits for those who behave and live like true saints
Death has nothing on you, death has nothing on me
Embrace the fight and come and see and truly be
Knights charging against the night, death in sight…
It is the rock of the ages, a march of the invincible strangers
running wild, chasing specters in the frozen night
Bloodstained Swords dancing in the moonshine
razor knife, brothers riding by your side
heart and minds touching the divine,
Potent Nectar feels the soul, in your hand’s everlasting scroll
Life can never be cold, be your own lord
Find the sacred star, Your future is your undying sword
The reason why you have been born
The raging battle, love that can not die only slowly burn
Will this rebellious heart ever learn…
or must I wait for another “turn”?
I hope there are not too many writing mistakes, I dont really have time to go through all this “mess”…
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