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Aion
The Arrival and the Reunion . Saltarello . Mephisto . The Song of the Sibyl . Fortune Presents Gifts not According to the Book . As the Bell Rings the Maypole Spins . The End of Words . Black Sun . Wilderness . The Promised Womb . The Garden of Zephirus . Radharc

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Spleen And Ideal/Aion
- DOUBLE ALBUM CD RUSSIAN
De Profundis (out of the depths of sorrow) . Ascension . Circumradiant Dawn . The Cardinal Sin . Mesmerism . Enigma Of The Absolute . Advent . Avatar . Indoctrination (a design for living)
The Arrival and the Reunion . Saltarello . Mephisto . The Song of the Sibyl . Fortune Presents Gifts not According to the Book . As the Bell Rings the Maypole Spins . The End of Words . Black Sun . Wilderness . The Promised Womb . The Garden of Zephirus . Radharc

Fortune Presents Gifts Not According To The Book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possessions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Black Sun
Murder! Man on fire.
Murder! I've seen the eyes of the living dead.
It's the same old game. Survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain, all sense of freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black son in a white world.
I have a son, his name is Eden.
It's his birthright beyond estranged times.
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as eyes can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound.
Chained to this rock of a brave new world.
Our god forsaken lot.
And I feel that's all we have ever needed to know until worlds end and the seas run cold
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
There is sex and death in mother natures plans

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