Down Along the Roots

Down Along the Roots

Caacrinolaas:

Expel the conscience of yours merely!

And incense will seem to be reaching the stars!

In stampede miserable deviltry is!

Demons in chorus:

Oh, they are!

Peter:

Suddenly a wind arose behind me

pushing me ahead...

Something cold came running down my face -

Deep down I fell.

Shadows cast by the stones cowered the ground,

something dark lay in the grass.

There's distant gnarly grove ahead

with tangled gloomy trunks and branches -

unlike they are and yet also much akin...

Dome community:

He indeed seems to be dead!

He seems to be dead!

He did recline his head so strange.

'Twas very kind of him

if he would have passed away

somewhere else but here!

That maid in black has rather poor taste!

Oh yes! She does!'

Oze:

That was all meant for your good:

you'll be alive, being buried root by root!

You don't believe the demons

so shall they accost to you?

Caacrinolaas:

Now listen to their wings' howl:

crows sense a corpse from afar

Dome community:

He indeed seems to be dead!

Why won't you have a look at him?

Oze:

Let me cease all that stuff:

I can race where no roads are!

I can abduct - through deceit in sign I'll come

while wretched and grim grimaces

can hardly be seen through dust.

Through the dust my flame will show its tongue

but there's no word to throw,

through the mist you could have seen my eyes,

don't you think they belong to foe?

They as thine belong to thee...

Oh thy broken entity

which thou shalt have to lose...

Caacrinolaas:

...riding it into mysterious loneliness

you have searched for!

Enter halls - having passed by doors -

by the wooden mouth does beget nothing

but carrion!

There is but only venomous kiss

to drop down from these bitter lips!

There is but only wicked smile

to pass your torture by when you'll be die-

dying, wringing your hands in some kind of despair!

Let the spirit leave that jail - the lair!

Both in chorus:

Leave your lair -

and rise your demons up into the air!

Leave your lair -

then let them bound deep into the ground!

Leave your lair -

let waving soil just now begin to boil!

Screaming, howling, looking for our future victim -

why wont you abet our swarm?

Oze:

I appear to serve you but ne'ertheless

I'll get what I am after!

I appear to kneel to you -

the devil knows what this is all about!

Oze on the right:

So to the devil with your soul!

Caacrinolaas on the left:

Something dark lay in the grass!

Oze:

Have you ne'er noticed

what an unpleasant sight is a person eating?

So you called the imp

while the expression of fiery eyes

showed a markedly increased voluptuousness.

Peter:

Low dark clouds were slowly creeping on

to meet our cavalcade,

leaden strips of rain came slanting down at us.

The sky's array became filled with dark,

a feeble streak of lightning flashed in distance

and no sooner did I see

sudden light torn night asunder

than an ocean of cold water fell hard,

pouring down on me.

And the night was as dark as soot

I couldn't see my fingers even.

Oze:

I am to be your demon!

Now I show the path where immortality's to dwell!

I am to be your demon...

Now!

Peter:

Were I there I would not have been lost

in burning pits of hell

Caacrinolaas speaking in as cross a voice

as he could manage:

Well, try to invent your own reality to dwell among...

You're slowly going down,

not knowing what a deuce you forgot...

Nevertheless don't you admire the view?

Oze:

For no one did expect indeed

what a nice bird you turned out to be!

What then is there to regret...

Caacrinolaas:

...e'en though I am on the verge of tears

Oze:

So this way that'll never do

to be alive among such gloom!

Caacrinolaas:

So what then is left to regret about -

lay waste your fear!

You'd better leave all your graves to the dead -

let us fly and disappear among the chaos!

Among the chaos you ride the demons -

we shall ride the beast tonight:

Satan, Satan he was named -

Satan was he named!

And who will be chained?

Answer now, as we'll beget

his proper place among the death;

the mysterious loneliness among the...

DEAD!

Peter:

And that night was as dark as soot

I couldn't see my fingers even.

Oze:

I am to be your demon

Now I show the path where dull reality's to dwell

I am to be your demon...

Caacrinolaas:

Now tell again about your feelings

as being penalised...

Oze:

So I wish you were not quite so deaf

I've had to ask you twice'

Peter:

It was not 'til one of them reminded the others

that they brought me the key

so they asked me not to be so blind

as wooden brotherhood

Caacrinolaas:

That will make your feathers fly -

don't take offence -

but IT came across your traces

A little do I wish!

You'll get much more than even devil has...

Lo! Something dark lies in the grass!

Do step down the flame!

Into the bog does burn and shine in darkness

blazing from inside so heavenly - divinity it has...

or else - something dark lies in the grass!