Yesterworld / Punish My Heaven

Yesterworld: Over the moor of mist and through valleys of fate I fly on my voyage through this moonlit landscape of re-emerged figments of imagination I am aroused in sleep....aroused in sleep Far beyond the gate which reflects in the closed eye reveal that a dreamscape lies therein A yearning for a world where the everlost find their peace In the pearly gates of dawn on the astral feed of minds - envenomed to the bone forever cleansed from all called wrath as slumber sneaks upon and steals the thought of man all ridden from inner aggression... A voyage beyond this world In this paralell to real life - access lies in dreams Unveil hidden secrets in our sleep - the key to what's beyond In the wake of man we see essential dreams unfulfilled Enhance the value of life engraved words on the page of man In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... This ain't no dream... Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light It's your dream coming true Transcendance of the soul All by the sign of the moon I am eaten away in mouthfuls by flames that burn in the errors of our ways In a night when the sky floats blue as touquoise, and the stars of silver are twinkling in their outmost pride Now from dimensions fallen from the skies - like the flow of a stream From my sleep I continue onward - sleep is just a shape of destiny Weak sunlight of dawns to come, dancing swiftly in the shadows Shimmering, shining in a landscape of dreams ...landscape of my dreams Dim reflections of the pale a shade of grey in mind In the presence of the moon an owl awakes and calls a name tells a story of a world accessable only at night... It's your reality... Legend tells of a yesterworld a dreamscape of strange light It's much more than a dream Transcendance of the soul All by the sign of the moon Soon these worlds will be one and mankind feasts on the sights of it all I yearn for things to come Still wrapped in the thrall of slumber as the mist slippes away to reveal... And the wind tears a scream from my lips - I am there.... In the dreamscape I adore (a moonclad reflection) Punish My Heaven: We are the outstretched fingers That seize and hold the wind... The strangeness of awakening In an oh so silent world Breathlessly waiting For the first proud beams of light As the hours grow longer And the shadows never fall My sky has forsaken me My desperation grows Bring me the light In the darkness that never ends The dawn will never come Punish my heaven We have arrived At the outermost crossroads The charge of cosmos At our atmospheric skies Will cause our fall If I had wings, would I be forgiving? If I had horns Would there be flames to shy my smile? Hymns of loss are heard From the masses in the streets Praising the last of days I punish Bring me the night In the fires that never end The dawn will never come Punish my heaven The charge of cosmos Charging at us from unearthly distance I challenge the universe It's the choice between heaven and hell My soul bears all the weight of mountains As mankind weaves its silent end Can there be no forgiveness? I curse the heaven above me As the light sinks through My outstretched fingers Fading in my open arms Make each tear in my bare hands A lifetime in hell On this last day of light When our autumn leaves fell And as heaven itself commands me Out of its lair My face lined with darkness I'll go!