Yesterworld / Punish My Heaven

Yesterworld:

Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate
I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape
of re-emerged figments of imagination
I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep

Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye
reveal that a dreamscape lies therein
A yearning for a world
where the everlost find their peace
In the pearly gates of dawn
on the astral feed of minds
- envenomed to the bone
forever cleansed from all called wrath
as slumber sneaks upon
and steals the thought of man
all ridden from inner aggression...
A voyage beyond this world
In this paralell to real life
- access lies in dreams
Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep
- the key to what's beyond

In the wake of man we see
essential dreams unfulfilled
Enhance the value of life
engraved words on the page of man

In the presence of the moon
an owl awakes and calls a name
tells a story of a world
accessable only at night...

This ain't no dream...

Legend tells of a yesterworld
a dreamscape of strange light
It's your dream coming true
Transcendance of the soul
All by the sign of the moon

I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames
that burn in the errors of our ways
In a night when the sky floats blue
as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling
in their outmost pride

Now from dimensions fallen from the skies
- like the flow of a stream
From my sleep I continue onward
- sleep is just a shape of destiny

Weak sunlight of dawns to come,
dancing swiftly in the shadows
Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams

...landscape of my dreams
Dim reflections of the pale
a shade of grey in mind

In the presence of the moon
an owl awakes and calls a name
tells a story of a world
accessable only at night...

It's your reality...

Legend tells of a yesterworld
a dreamscape of strange light
It's much more than a dream
Transcendance of the soul
All by the sign of the moon

Soon these worlds will be one
and mankind feasts on the sights of it all
I yearn for things to come

Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber
as the mist slippes away to reveal...
And the wind tears a scream from my lips
- I am there....

In the dreamscape I adore
(a moonclad reflection)




Punish My Heaven:

We are the outstretched fingers
That seize and hold the wind...

The strangeness of awakening
In an oh so silent world
Breathlessly waiting
For the first proud beams of light
As the hours grow longer
And the shadows never fall
My sky has forsaken me
My desperation grows

Bring me the light
In the darkness that never ends
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven

We have arrived
At the outermost crossroads
The charge of cosmos
At our atmospheric skies
Will cause our fall

If I had wings, would I be forgiving?
If I had horns
Would there be flames to shy my smile?

Hymns of loss are heard
From the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
I punish

Bring me the night
In the fires that never end
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven

The charge of cosmos
Charging at us from unearthly distance
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between heaven and hell

My soul bears all the weight of mountains
As mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?
I curse the heaven above me
As the light sinks through
My outstretched fingers

Fading in my open arms

Make each tear in my bare hands
A lifetime in hell
On this last day of light
When our autumn leaves fell
And as heaven itself commands me
Out of its lair
My face lined with darkness I'll go!