Order of appearance:
Enlightenment
Le Spectacle
Enlightenment
Inhumanism
This is the end
Of the tale long bygone
From man to the untamed
We relearn how to suffer
This is the end
Of a world, unforgiven
Frail is our kind
Forgotten is our way
Silenced are the thoughts that leave us scared
Shattered are the dreams of starry skies
The tides are turning, the waves are coming
Silenced are the thoughts that make us dare
Shattered the hopes of wildered hills
The leaves are falling, the trees are burning
This is the end
Of a life, undetached
In beauty we rejoice
In mourning we decay
Død Mand Er God Gødning
Hvor vi kommer fra
Hvor vi ender i
Den eneste helhed
I al evighed
The Commonplace
Hopeless disposition
Reckless in our ways
Life is no longer what it was
Sickened to the core
All left alone to live and die
Reason is the face of our madness
Wisdom underneath
Will you retake the reins
And do away with unjust dogmas
Candor of the ordinary, winsome mundanity
Cure my malaise, sooth my aches
Free the winds, and spread earth’s creed
Truth is in the commonplace
Undead myths of specious intent
Devour our cheer, hollow our woods
Their insight knows no hindsight
For it serves more than it saves
Deception as intention
First spoken it then becomes
Reality imagined, created, sustained
By force, by lies, by blood.
Candor of the ordinary, winsome mundanity
Cure my malaise, sooth my aches
Free the winds, and spread earth’s creed
Truth is in the commonplace
Life With Calm Death
A lonely toadstool on a rotting birch
A polar fox battling unforgiving winters
A cheeky snake hiding in the desert sands
A proud hawk on top a standing rock
For they are life with calm death
In blissful composure, one with the whole
From the exuberant sea to the lifeless stone
Adamant in their bond, their place in the void
A shy olm in the darkest of caves
A brave sugar glider in the dead of night
A curious mole peeking from the cold soil
And the proud hawk, atop the standing rock
For they are life with calm death
In blissful composure, one with the whole
From the exuberant sea to the lifeless stone
Adamant in their bond, their place in the void
Broken Continuum
Haunted by specters of our making
Plagued by our brilliance, our foolish ingenuity
We fell in the well we dug in hope
Of leaving the nest for a grander palace
Sealed it off to shelter ourselves
From our very own redemption
Deviance, nor deflection, are left to pursue
Misery, our only remaining way of life
It turns out, there is no such thing as death
It is but the salvation of the lost
For the human animal no longer in a human world
For the ones led astray from joy and communion
Broken continuum
A cold hearth, a paper home
We are lost in plain sight
We are found in the dark night
The warm silence, the soil and grass
Continuum broken no longer
No longer
No longer
No longer
Uncivilization
Once vivid dioramas of purple, green and yellow
Now dried heather moorlands, dusty, withered, umber.
Forlorn plains, once skyscraping heira;
Swarming with fern, firs, foxes or fieldfares
Now see no dusk at the end of the day,
Nor any rain in which to play
Not even the ocean, mightier than the hills it wears away
Has been spared from our splendid, asinine lunacy
Soon a dark, silent mass grave for the life it once spawned.
It makes one wonder, how he who tamed the wild
Couldn’t find inside, the calm to merely
Sit by the munificent sea,
Walk through the sheltering woods,
Rest in the soft, embracing grass
And gaze at the ever so kind and wise night sky.
Reckless, restless, feckless
We forgot that our homestead is vast
That our kin extends beyond ourselves
That our hearth and home is with, and not without.
We need no God to grace this Earth
Our gospel is sung in the wilderness.
Le Spectacle
Monde renversé, sérénité enterrée
Sommes-nous que des commodités
Destinés à abandonner notre humanité
Il est juste de se libérer,
et faire tomber les divinités
Nos racines, empoisonnées
Dans ce cadre auto-dénoncé
Confus par défaut
Aliénés pour de faux
Vaincus avant même s’être battu
Perdus dans un spectacle inconnu
Traversons le miroir,
qui cache nos aspirations
qui rend fou sans raison,
sans pardon, sans vision
Défaisons les nœuds
mensongers du spectacle
qui nous gardent en otage,
cachant la vérité
Celle d’un monde qui meurt,
des corps qui demeurent
détenus dans le spectacle
qui tue, qui tue
Nos âmes
Notre terre
Notre futur, nos rêves
et qui s’en fou
Trouvons la conscience
Pour vivre le rêve
D’un autre temps
D’une autre vie, libérée
A nos misères unifiées
Nos colères, étouffées
Sans aucun jugement dernier
Il faut se révolter
Vivre plutôt que survivre, aimer plutôt que pleurer
Vaincre plutôt que laisser le monologue se répéter
Sans réplique et sans fin, sans âme et sans destin
Un spectacle défunt pour un monde plus humain
D’abord il faut Debord, ensuite notre haine et nos remords
Détourne la propagande, Retrouve la cohésion
On ne sais pas, on ne sais plus
L’oiseau est mort, l’eau se pollue
On ne vit pas, on ne meurt plus
Tout s’est faussé, non opposé
Le spectacle est partout, notre chez-nous est nulle part
Le spectacle nous convainc que nous sommes en faute
Planète malade
Histoire démente
Sans aucun pouvoir,
On ne peut voir ni savoir, que le voile trompeur
N’est qu’un sort jeté, un mensonge du passé
Survivant dans nos peurs, mais rejeté dans nos coeurs
Vouloir, pouvoir, se lever de nouveau
Essayer, réessayer, jusqu’au dernier bout
Enlevons le masque, faisons face au destin
Souvenons-nous d'authentiques unitées
Affranchissons notre court temps vécu
En suivant notre ultime boussole : notre libération