Invisible Gnostic Front of Liberation


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Dead Can Dance

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A Passage In Time

Song of Sophia

With one wish we wake the will
within wisdom
With one will we wish the wisdom
within waking
Woken, wishing, willing
Serpent's Egg

Ulysses

John Francis Dooley
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light.
You have slept now
for a thousand years
beneath starless nights.
And now its time for you
to renounce the old ways
and see a new dawn rise.
In former days
the masks were raised
when the god came down
from off the mountain,
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew the day of wrath
was fast apporaching.
Just like yesterday, before the war
John Francis Dooley
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned,
and now it's time for you
to take off thy mask
and cross the Rubicon.
If you and I were one
within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change
the fact of our leaving.
For tonight we must leave
with the first gentle breeze
for the Isles of Ken we are assailing
Just like Ullyses, on an open sea.
On an oddysey of self discovery.

Enigma of the Absolute

Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the world to see, she craved for intimacy
Through darkened doors her aspect veiled with indecision
Gazed out to sea, she craved lucidity

Cast adrift from past relationships in her life
Hoisted up the ideal, this was her saving grace
Sea's of rage that once assailed her concern for the truth
Had passed her by and left her high and dry
In her saviour's arms...(x4)

Across the sea lies the fountain of renewal
Where you will see the whole cause of your lonliness
Can be measured in dreams that transcend all these lies
And I wish and I pray that there may come a day
For a saviour's arms...(x4)

Anywhere out of the World

We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget

And maybe it's easier to withdraw from life
With all of it's misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moth's great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm

Any maybe it's me who dreams unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
Away from harm

In our vain pursuit of life for one's own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end

Severance

Severance,
The birds of leaving call to us,
yet here we stand
endowed with the fear of flight.
Overland
the winds of change consume the land,
while we remain
in the shadow of summers now past.
When all the leaves
have fallen and turned to dust,
will we remain
entrenched within our ways.
Indifference,
the plague that moves throughout this land
Omen signs
in the shapes of things to come.

Tomorrow's child is the only child.

The Song of the Sibyl

Original Catalan version

Al jorn del Judici
parra` qui haura` fet servici.

Un rei vendra` perpetual
vestit de nostra carn mortal;
del cel vindra` tot certament
per fer del segle jutjament.

Ans que el Judici no sera`
un gran senyal se mostrara`:
lo sol perdra` lo resplendor,
la terra tremira` de por.

Apre`s se badara` molt fort
amostrant-se de greu conhort;
mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
les infernals confusions.

Del cel gran foc davallara`,
com a sofre molt pudira`;
la terra cremara` ab furor,
la gent haura` molt gran terror.

Apre`s sera` un fort senyal
d'un terratre`mol general;
les pedres per mig se rompran
i les muntanyes se fondran.

Llavors ningu' tindra` talent
d'or, riqueses ni argent,
esperant tots quina sera`
La sente`ncia que es dara`.

De morir seran tots sos talents,
esclafir-los han totes les dents;
no hi haura` home que no plor,
tot lo mo'n sera` en tristor.

Los puigs i plans seran iguals,
alli seran los bons i mals,
reis, ducs, comtes i barons,
que de llurs fets retran raons

Apre`s vindra` terriblement
lo Fill de De'u omnipotent;
de morts i vius judicara`:
qui be' haura` fet alli es parra`.

Los infants qui nats no seran
dintre ses mares cridaran
i diran tots plorosament:
"Ajuda'ns, De'u omnipotent".

Mare de De'u, pregau per no's,
puix so'u mare de pecadors,
que bona sente`ncia hajam
i paradis possejam.

Vosaltres tots qui escoltau,
devotament a De'u pregau
de cor ab gran devocio',
que us porte a salvacio'.

The Song of the Sibyl

English translation of original Catalan version

An eternal king will come
Dressed in our mortal flesh:
He will come from heaven certainly
To pass judgement on the century.

Before judgement is passed
A great sign will show itself:
The sun will lose its shine
The earth will tremble with fear.

After will come mighty thunder
A sign of great wrath:
In an infernal confusion
Lightning and cries will resound.

A great fire will come down from heaven
In a stink of sulphur
And the earth will burn furiously
And great terror will afflict people.

After will come the terrible signal
Of a great earthquake
As rocks shatter
And mountains collapse.

Then no-one will have pieces of gold
Silver or riches,
And everyone will await
The sentence.

Death will leave them without a penny,
And will crush them all:
There will remain only men in tears,
And sadness will cover the world.

The plains and peaks will be all the same,
Good and evil will reach them both,
Kings, dukes, counts and barons
Will have to account for their actions.

And then will come impressively
The Son of God omnipotent,
He will judge the dead and the living,
The good will go to Heaven.

Children not yet born
Will cry from their mother's wombs,
And with the crying say:
"Help us, God, omnipotent".

Mother of God, pray for us,
You, the Mother of sinners,
May the sentence be merciful,
May Paradise be open to us.

You, who listen to everything,
Pray God with all devotion,
With all your heart and fervour,
That we should be saved.

Fortune Presents Gifts not According to the Book

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles


In the Kingdom of the Blind The One-eyed are Kings

If it were within our power,
beyond the reach of slavish pride.
To no longer harbour grievances,
behind the mask's opportunists facade.
We could welcome the responsibilty
like a long lost friend,
and re-establish the kingdom of laughter
in the dolls house once again.
For time has imprisoned us
in the order of our years,
in the discipline of our ways
and in the passing of momentary stillness
we can view our chaos in motion
and the subsequent collisions of fools
well versed in the subtle art of slavery.


Spirit

I thought I'd found a reason to live
Just like before when I was a child
Only to find dreams made of sand
Would just fall apart and slip through my hands
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
And the spirit of life is the will to carry on
Adversity what have I done to you
To cause this reclusive silence
That has come between me and you
And the spirit of life remains in light
And the spirit of life remains inside
I never thought it would be quite like this
Living outside of mutual bliss
But as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
The spirit of life will keep living on




 

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