Inside-Out (Lyrics)

In the far-off golden days, 
When the hatred burning Sun 
Was still turning round the Earth, 
And the stars shined fixed up there
The King of sorcerers I was
Prince of  Darkness, friend of  fools
Groomed for centuries before
By my Master Lord of Hell
To be brother of the Moon. 

			Owl I was, She nightingale; 
			Just the two of us were doomed 
			To be earthly Demon's eyes. 
			We both loved the darkest nights, 
			When God even fell asleep, 
			Leaving us the freedom to
			Steal the sillly humans' souls, 
			Prompting them, with smiling grace, 
			Brand new sinful games to play.

Men freely chose with joy
The evil way I showed them,
Using that damned "free-will" 
God invented, the very day 
He blew the life in clay toys 
He'd made for fun or boredom. 
I never pushed no one 
To follow me by force; 
There was no need at all! 

			I'd never felt nor pity, 
			Nor mercy for nobody, 
			Since I met her eyes one day 
			Looking at me with dumb blame. 
			She was an old merchant's bride, 
			Still tender and innocent. 
			Black Death was killing her, 
			Not caring that new life 
			She was bearing in her childish womb. 

"Give me your soul..." I said, 
"...And you will live as long 
As a human can on earth". 
She stared at me with pain, 
Her voice was just a blow:
"Maybe you really can Mylord, 
But I don't need your help; 
I'll die, if that's God's will, 
Don't want to change my fate". 

			Why Moon, why, sister Moon, 
			Have I held her icy hand 
			Since she had gone away? 
			Why you, tears, had fell on my face? 
			Why then, felt I so weak and weary, 
			So desperatly lone? 
			Tell me Moon, was that "Love"? 
			I was myself a human then,
			Betrayed by Master's will! 

From that far day onwards, 
I didn't steal more souls,
And Demon, still my Lord, 
Took vengeance on me 
For my betrayal, soon, 
Taking my powers off, 
Making me old at once, 
And faster more again, 
As time would run just for me. 

			I never could forget her, 
			That glance, that voice, her hand... 
			She'd given me back my soul,
			And I've kept my secret closed
			Deep down my self for ages, 
			Till I was put on stake one night
			By Christian priests and peasants, 
			Who preyed and laughed and chanted, 
			Moking my corpse whilst burning. 

They didn't know, how could they, 
That they was just saving me
Leaving me free at last 
To search for my dear Angel. 
She'd put a spell on me 
Stronger than Devil's one, 
"The spell of love" it was, 
And Granny Death was smiling 
Before me, whispering feebly:

"Come on, dear son, be wise this time...
...Someone's waiting for you up there!"

Who are you
Sitting alone on the high cliff
In front of the roaring King sea?
Why are you looking so far, dear sister?
What are you thinking about?

While I'm gliding down from the cloudy sky
Which is growing darker and darker,
Librating myself in perfect harmony with the time,
Spreading my strong wings to the frozen air,
I wonder why you look so sad.


Don't cry sister,
Nobody will hear your sobs here,
And none on earth really cares of you,
Except, perhaps, yourself.
Don't waist your pearl drops
For a man, for a God, for a thought...
Don't allow anything and anybody
To blow-up your soul:
So short is every "time of the dream"!


Don't you perceive the sheer beauty 
Of this nasty day, dear sister?
Listen to the angry howl of the wind,
Look at the high foaming waves
Eternally crashing against the hard rocks.
Smell the salty scent of that ancient air,
And follow my flight for a while;
You'll maybe able to forget 
Your silly human sorrows,
Pure shades of Maya,
You'll maybe able to smile again.

Spin Out the Wool, Bertha...

(The good old times are gone)

	Why let you down your fair hair to the moon,

	Sea-blue eyed dear sweet Lady?

	Who will care then if they shine like new gold

      	Under this fairy moonlight?

	How many nights did you spend sitting lone

	On this balcony crying?

	Those bright hair of yours almost show

	Silver shades amidst blonde.

	How many days did you count from that time

	You gave your last warm kiss

	To your bridegroom setting off to nowhere

    	In a far off April day?

Spin out the wool, Bertha,

Spin it once again.

Spin out all your sorrows,

Keep on hiding your pain.

Spin out your life, Bertha,

Spin it out even more.

Spin out till one day

Someone 'll knock at your door.

	"Beautiful Christ, oh my innocent Lady, I pray,

	Let the man I belove come back soon from that far land

	In the East you well know, 'live 'n well, I beseech you,

	Before my womanly womb becomes useless and dry...

	... That in the long winter nights that will come afterwards

	He warms me up again with his kisses and love.

	If you don't answer my entreaty Lord, I will turn

	To the dark hell I'm just feeling so close, to be damned!

	Lord, have I ever asked You just one favour before,

	Enlightened Ruler, Mighty Powerful King?

	I want neither more robes nor silly fancies, nor jewels;

	What I need is my man now, not your heavenly skyes!

Spin out the wool, Bertha,

Spin it once again.

Spin out all your sorrows,

Keep on hiding your pain.

Spin out your life, Bertha,

Spin it out even more.

Spin out till one day

Someone 'll knock at your door.

Weave your tears, Bertha,

Weave those pearls into cloth.

Weave the finest on Earth

Love warm shroud for you both.

Pull up the reel, Bertha,

Pull it up very tught.

Pull it up till daybreak

Will drive out the blacknight.

( Dec. 18 th 1998, 11, 50 p. m.)