Artimpasa Songtext
von Psevdanor

(Throat singing)

Genetic memories arise untamed
Southern winds carry the scent of flames
I follow a pathway known to me to the ember scent
Across a white sea shimmering with the horizon wed
A temple burns in the sunset, a scorching glimmer red
In the land of Falastin, a crown on her head

(Throat singing)


A cloud of death wards urheimat lands
Where once I walked barefoot on the grass
I sat with them in ecstasy of religious rite
A fugue of hempen litanies their lungs did ignite
Surrounded by the deepest dark of the steppeland night
I saw with bloodshot eyes the answer to my inner plight

Arose a twin-tailed serpent deity
But through the haze I could clearly see
The bifurcation never there, instead a shifting form
A thousand tendrils writhed unbound with scrutiny forlorn
We coiled then in warm embrace in the howling storm
Creatures without epithet, unutterable the known

And what is a man? A miserable cell
A realm of possibilities beyond its weathered shell