To gather the rusty coffin nails

And follow the trail of the zodiac

To search the pearls and the lotus

-the passion you lost in the game (called life)



Brought back the lost years to harvest

The virgin-white winters of our discontent

Black shepherd, false deemer

The anguish of wars long gone still aflame

In his frozen eyes



For we no longer care

For the secrets that lie beneath

We no longer know how

And banish our bastard sons

All in the sake of make-believe



Smothered in delirious dreams

We cling to the mercy of a lesser god

Bemused by utopian visions of heaven

We choke in the drunken laughter of pain



A fa§ade carried from generation to generation

Until the day we have no lies left to live



"And the angels stricken with disease poison themselves

with blood-wine and feast on the smouldering ashes of yesterday

Absinthe - green master of despair

Take me on a glorious journey to the rim of the earth



Oh liquid heaven at the bottom

Of the crystalline carafe

Whose hypnotic fumes shatter our dreams

In the wake of a new reality



Burn the flag of a kingdom gone

As we raise a toast to damnation



[music by : Brinkman / Soffner / Luppens Lyrics by : Soffner]