Remmirath piosenki

A Little Trip to the Stars -about a few magic evenings in august 2005- (Hot august evening The pilgrims sit musing inside their momentary residence Surrounded by the astral rustical peace They declare brave drunk ideas.) Minds flying over the forest´s...

It's joy divine to take a breath among the Douglas firs And Fox Cooper knows that Pitchblack coffee with cherry cake Shines like a night in the woods Secrets sleep in lonely cafés And Dale Mulder knows that Bob haunts here since Roswell The bees are no...

Jesenné ríše karmínových bobulí a burín Kráľovstvom pokrúteného tŕnia vedú krivoľaké cesty Podvečerným svitom do srdca jesenných ríš Slnce sa utápa v krvavom zlate oblohy nad rozľahlými tichými krajmi Tisícročné túžby driemu v schnúcej kôre v duš...

La Figurine plastique Et la lune au néon regarde en ville Ce vilain jardin d'anonymité et un isolation d'acier Ou les entretiens téléphoniques solitaires passent,loin dans la nuit violette Dix-milles voitures crient,passent par la silence de la nuit Les...

I see Paris Hilton trading her ---- On the front side of a magazine Uncle Sam with a hat as tall as the skies Let us feed the machinery with our egos Advertisment, Mamon: The N.W.O. Pantheon Westernisation, billboardisation The allsurrounding plastic s...

Spellbound inside your lurid corners Sleepless I pulsate in the excited saxophone solos My heart covered with little glittering bulbs Silently I make love to the red city. Night moths melt in hot milk. I´ll stay with you, untill the moon burns out abov...

Colossal clouds of filth Pestbird spreading his bony wings over an earth arid and sick Postmodern age reaches it´s zenith Our mechanical hands almost reach the skies Gods of primary Chaos! Grant the stellar race one more little eternity Untill we rape...

Mahouts arm their elephants for war Silver vril saucers rise from Shambhala Set your watch to the time of the Ancients Cthulhu is Lucifer is winged draco clone A white tiger keeps growling silently Guarding the sleepers until they wake Atomic skeletons r...

Smrť pútnikova V červenej rieke pod trónmi starého sveta Moja duša spí pri podsvetných koreňoch, na dne Skrytého Pohľad do nekonečných krajov zahalených neznámym časom vedie do červých strží pod základmi prítomna a počernelých lesov, kde neprechádza noh...

Western sun rips my eyes like a giant yellow vulture Riding across Gobi's carpet of sands I seek the Aghartians to duel with An oasis lies in the desert of your heart But you are blind to see In the dunes' solitude I collect the keys and become tired of...

Revolt is possible Even if standing among ruins I choose to ride the tiger During Kali-Yuga, Le roi du monde is hidden I ride the tiger of the city and try to keep my pride Vigilant, insomniac rationality engendering descartean godzillas In temples of...

Purity has disappeared from the world Suddenly we are so infinitely alone Lakes up high in the mountains are poisoned by our thoughts Miserable figures standing at the edge of the old-growing earth Ridden of both spirit and mission Hands of repudiated p...