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The Saffron Skies Overture
Scarecrow
Instrumental
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The Hymn
Scarecrow
Rise and look at the setting sun
And you will understand:
Your time has come now!
Feel the wind - it has changed
And the thunder shakes the land,
The call of wanderings sounds in the glum.
Saddle the fastest horse,
Lift your banner high,
And ride to the horizon and you will hear:
Everybody's gonna sing
And everybody's gonna cry
For the new moon arising.
Only forward, don't look back,
And never regret -
What's gone is gone.
Fly into the heart of the raging storm,
Do not forget -
The darkest hour is just before the dawn!
Blaze with fire, blow with air,
Feel the power in your voice
And keep secrets behind your eyes and you will see:
Everybody's gonna dance,
Celebrate and rejoice
For the new sunrise.
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Eastern Nightmare
07:15
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Eastern Nightmare
Scarecrow
Is this a dream
Or is it all real?
The fluid of spaces
Is flowing away.
Blinding gleam,
Deafening peal
And fast changing faces
Are leading astray.
Incandescent sun
Melts the dirty stones,
Silhouettes blur in the air,
The voice drowns in the noise of the crowd.
There is nowhere to run:
The city grinds the bones,
Leaving only dust in the hair
And the metal taste of blood in the mouth.
Is this a night
Or is this a day?
The labyrinth of streets
Gets tangled and winds.
Shadows and light
Make a play,
Hiding deceits
In alleys of mind.
The thought parasite
Gnaws at the brain,
The suffocating heat shrouds the town,
Nauseous dizziness gets worse.
There is nowhere to hide:
The dungeons of arcane
Steadily spirals down and down
In an endless cyclical curse.
The sultan of the riddles
Is laughing in the night,
The swarms of noxious beetles
Crave to sting and bite!
The djinn of innuendos
Confuses story threads,
The sound of a crescendo
Tears sky to bloody shreds!
In the kingdom of the intrigues and the pleasures,
In the land of the stone groves and the sandy streams,
In the realm of the poverty and the untold treasures,
Where the real life is intertwined with dreams.
In the kingdom of the curses and the prayers,
In the realm of loud praise and silent screams,
In the land of the mirages and the nightmares,
Where the real life is intertwined with dreams.
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Foe
Scarecrow
Lower the grate
And lift the drawbridge up!
Strengthen the gate
And open wolf's pit trap!
Assign the watch on the walls,
Hide the townsfolk in the halls!
Get ready and forget the fear-
Unmerciful Foe is already near!
Midnight has come
And winds of death are blowing!
Beat the battle drum -
Approaching flames are glowing!
Check up your armor and swords,
Utter the last farewell words,
Listen to the rumbling sound:
We are here to burn you to the ground!
Attack! Let the citadel fall!
Blow the horns, storm the walls!
Let the citadel fall!
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Rising Sands
08:07
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Rising Sands
Scarecrow
The winds are blowing
Through the sand dust and thorns.
Storm is coming
To the sounds of ram's horns.
Under gusts of the gale the oil lamp gives the shimmering light,
Desert spirits are dancing in the flames.
The evening shadows are lengthening, quietly summoning the night
For seductive and dangerous games.
The sands are rising
Obscuring the sky.
The bleeding horizon
Is listening to the cry.
Glare of sunset is shining so bright on the curved dagger's blade,
Desert demons are laughing in the dunes.
The wall of sand is approaching to the world that was exchanged for rubies and jades
And everything ends very soon.
I remember the medinas of the East
At the sultry hour of noon
And the high majestic minarets
In the light of the scheming moon.
I remember mystic vision coming down
From the smoke of hashish as a flash,
The evening that creeping through the gardens into the town,
Sweet wine and bitter ash.
The wind brings the sounds of spells of long-forgotten tribes
From the realms of bygone days.
I feel the anxious rhythm of hypnotizing vibes
Carrying me away.
Everything disappeared behind the wall of sand,
It's time for me to go to find the promised land.
The night is falling
With coolness and rest.
The way is calling,
The seeker is blessed.
The strings of the wind softly ringing in the echoing silence of dusk,
Desert deities are sleeping in the sands.
And the answers to the questions that plague but will never be asked
Slowly flowing away like water from hands.
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The Stars
Scarecrow
On a summer evening, lying in the grass
We feel at peace and watch the distant stars,
We ask ourselves what is there above?
And what awaits us in our last, unending rove?
Like grains of dust among the boundless sands
We fly resignedly on any wind's thin strands.
The doubts torment us and the life's storm hurts and beats,
We are haunted by our fears and broken by defeats.
We are made by the cosmic dust of long-dead stars
Brought by the winds of distant, nameless suns.
The shoreless time laughs at all our wounds and scars -
Passing through our lives, we are eternal ones.
Like drop of water in the black ocean's depths
The memory fades in the years between our birth and death.
We have no one to bond with and nothing to possess, Our fate is just a walk in an endless loneliness.
We carry our light through the nebulas and clouds
In search for the answers that the cosmos shrouds.
The universe extends as far as the eye can see
And we are always where we are supposed to be.
We are flying in the void across the wormhole pass,
Not knowing where we came from and where our way runs.
The whisper of the unknown is quietly calling us,
The death is a mirage, we are eternal ones.
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The Turtle
Scarecrow
Billions of suns flare up and fade,
The light drifts away,
While the turtle crawls.
Millions of minds are living out their fates,
Loves and hates,
While the turtle crawls.
Thousands of truths are turning into lie,
The elders cry,
While the turtle crawls.
Hundreds of hopes are born and die,
Under the same old sky,
While the turtle crawls.
Dozens of ages are gone into the past,
The years pass fast,
While the turtle crawls.
Beyond space and time indifferent and vast,
Rising eternal dust,
The turtle crawls.
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8. |
The Saffron Skies
10:43
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Saffron Skies
Scarecrow
The harbor was left behind
Many moons ago
And no traces were left on the shoreless glassy sands.
Thousands, thousands, thousands dawns
And thousands of sunsets
Desert ship furrows dunes of empty lands
And winds of time blow without mercy,
Dry tears in my weary eyes
Winds of time blow without mercy,
Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.
I hear the chime of golden jewels
In voiceless singing of the stars,
When mirages fade on the horizon
Oh, I've seen their cruel dance!
In the sizzling laughter of endless sandstorms
My lonely ship is breaking down
And the echoes of old songs get another sense
But winds of time blow without mercy,
Dry tears in my weary eyes
Winds of time blow without mercy,
Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.
Now I hear your gentle whisper
Wafting from the distant years
And the memories overflow me, like a stormy ocean's waves
But it's just a game of worried images
In the great mirror of sands
The one I was before disappeared forever, in the silence of the desert bays
'Cause winds of time blow without mercy,
And dry tears in my weary eyes
Winds of time blow without mercy,
Over the seas of sands under the saffron skies.
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Scarecrow Perm, Russia
Artemis - Vox
Elijah - Bass
Vadim - Drums
Max - Guitar
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