Skies tracks



Tower ! Tower ! Rising high
In the deepness of the sky
Object of the human pride
Mankind you will divide
Mankind ! Purblind ! Can't you hear
Storm & might that you should fear
Only meant to built a shrine
Your slaves will be chastised
(Presumptuous men always try to rise to the sky, seeking power.
They can't realize they are but men.
Every stone added to their creation takes men higher in the sky,
but further from reality)
Vanity, has taken control of your mind
Inanity, rules a perennial strife
Can't understand, don't listen anymore
Harmony's lost, confusion blurs the world
Turris caeli, Gloria
Tower ! Tower ! Shades of light
Burning dark sight in the night
Object of inhuman pride
Worship is left behind
(Arrogance and vanity steer the weak toward strengh, money and power.
They no longer care about their spirit.
They wanted to rise a temple devoted to the greatness of God,
but conceit diverted them from their aim)
Do you think you can - scale the sky
Do you think you will - by material ways
Renewal of the rent primordial axis
Wholeness of the three worlds: heavens, earth, underground
Can't understand, don't listen anymore
Tyrany, frost, delusion lies the world
Volition is a mark left by the Lord on his creation, an unhindered absolute power.
But without any external control, as resulting from individual thoughts,
this power becomes endless, 'cause always free.
What do you think you can't be
When even God can't change your mind ?
Still you don't understand, scattered and confused
Locked in yourself, you don't listen anyway


Rising from nowhere on the horizon
Do not be deceived by her call
Its divine chant is an illusion
The siren's beauty is hiding the evil
Loosing their essence beneath appearance
People of this lie obscure your conscience
Glowing chains & rings however stay cold
Only the blind ones will be dazzled
The weak are misled
Their minds are dead
Artificial exterior
Simulated behavior
Artificial exterior
Simulated behavior
Pain overwhelms the deceived mortal
As he bites the poison inside the apple
The weak will never make the difference
Between the fancy and the essence


Cold gusts of wind running throughout the desert plain
Dark clouds choking the sky
High above the world, GaĆ¢l cries.
He's been there for weeks, alone, searching for himself.
The inner voices were gone now and Nature became silent.
He could feel that God was listening to him, so he started to talk :

'Oh, my God, I am drowning among the others...
Oh, high Lord, all these questions I seek the answers...'
'Your quest is what makes your humanity'
'Our valors have no sense, licence to lawyers. Oh where's the balance ?'
'Mankind will never choose humility'
Life's a quest for serenity, but once you've reached it, It becomes unbearable...
'You're just a piece of Nature
Taken to conscience
You're just a mortal Creature
I master existence'
'I can't find no meaning to what my life should be, my desires are fading...'
'Being is just a part of harmony'
'After death will I see another beginning, another painful destiny ?'
'Dying will take you to reality'
'Lost in the universe, humanity's too small. Were we born without brothers ?'
'Nature has in itself the ones you seek'
'Lord, father of us all, your gifts can't be favors, this creation needs a goal'
'Nature's only a mask through which I speak'
'Mankind shall rise and then realize...'
Mankind is running toward the chasm, hiding its eyes not to see...
'You're just a piece of Nature
Taken to conscience
You're just another Creature
I master existence
To be !'