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Dust of Aeons

by Towards Atlantis Lights

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1.
My long-dead grandfather I saw suddenly in a dream Wearing his best Sunday clothes As if to attend the holy mass With arms wide open, he beckoned me to come near But standing at his bunker's doorstep I hesitated He smiled and slowly strolled towards me "My time has come, but you are not ready yet" he said As the gate was slowly shut in front of my hazy eyes He whispered "See you in Atlantis" And the bunker sunk in the cold earth For forty days I fell in a deep depression And when I finally arose, my eyes could see clear Some call it Lemuria, others speak of Hyperborea Wise tongues sing the praise of the mighty Atlantis Appearances deceive, but their essence remains the same Deep in the collective unconscious I dug To find the truth in my grandfather's words Until I realised that I am cosmic spawn Child of a superior race But aren't we all? Once upon a time all eyes could see, all ears could hear But deaf and blind we now walk towards our fate Gateways closed to sacred knowledge Access denied to our failing consciousness Ever since my grandfather spoke to me I continue walking the left path towards Atlantis' lights From the stone circles of great Albion To ancient Hellenic temples In mighty pyramids and the vast deserts of the earth I'm roaming to teach the gospel of truth But who is listening? Precious like good old wine Scrolls have been passed from generation to generation Until buried under the dust of aeons The ancient lore now hides from consciousness A sign we are approaching the end, la fine è vicina Passing on my right side the zillions of souls Heading the other direction Hopelessly lost in wilderness Humanity is doomed, la fine è vicina
2.
In mighty Babylon with its hanging gardens We learned the meaning of science Knowledge coupled with will Modern wonders of engineering Humanity on the verge of reaching adulthood What happened? All we built is now forgotten and lost Arcane knowledge remains elusive Those guarding its secrets Have long perished Or refuse to share their wisdom Answers are out of reach For the questions are wrong We are looking at the outside But the essence has always been inside Dig, my friend, and you will find
3.
Remember how we used to meet in Alexandria's library? That vast conglomerate of knowledge and power Together we would look at papyrus' scrolls for hours Studying the ancient lore, consuming words of wisdom The world seemed ours back then All we ever needed to know at the tip of our fingers Scribbled on precious scrolls by rippled hands Memories preserved with magical ink The muses sang their enchanting song for us While we created and debated in their honour Our own words of wisdom soon immortalised Among the writings of the wise men Things look very different now As we behold this devastation The annihilation of our archaic traditions Means the umbilical chord is cut forever Fire has eaten the insides of our minds Out of the ashes and hot coal One needs to create strength and courage To find wisdom for future generations We lost sight of each other And as aeons and aeons passed We almost forgot of each other's existence And our paths took us to different directions As I behold your melancholy face from a distance For the very first time in many years Sadness overcomes my ancient soul Now realising that you never forgave me Traditions come and go my friend But once established, they poison the mind You already are all you need to be And ancient texts only serve to detract from your essence So wipe these tears and move on now Knowing that Alexandria's library perished for a reason The hand that carried the torch Did a great service to mankind; Intellegetis unum diem
4.
O my captain, my sole reason of existence As I enter your majestic tomb to end my life In the company of thousands of servants and once loved horses I thank you from the bottom of my heart Thank you not so much for the way you lived But for the way you died A humble lesson to us all Always aspiring to beauty and riches The repulsion I feel at the foul smell of your rotten body in death Can only be matched by my utter contempt At your hideous demeanour in life This existence has never seemed more meaningless and vain So I embrace my awful death with passion And look forward to the suffocating moment That will forever take away my pointless breath of life

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released March 1, 2018

Ivan- Guitars
Ivano- Drums
Kostas- Vocals, Keys
Riccardo- Bass

All music by Ivan, all lyrics by Kostas

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Kostas Panagiotou Wales, UK

Atmospheric music for black hearts

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