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From the album: Contact (2019)


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Narration:


Captain: This is the Captain speaking. Everyone to your stations. I repeat, everyone to your stations. Prepare for landing.


John: Sir, I'm getting some strange readings from the surface.


Captain: John, not now.


John: But, sir...


Captain: I said not now! Steady. Nice and slow.


John: Sir, listen to this.


Captain: What the hell is that?


John: Sir, something's coming fast!


Captain: What is it?


John: I... I don't know, sir.


Captain: Clay, Mark, stay alert!


John: Sir, something's in the ship!


Captain: Clay, Mark, guard the door!


John: Sir!...... They're here.


LYRICS:


Shut down the doors, don't let them come in.

Something's outside, wicked monstrosity.

The Captain's dead, a few remain in fear.

There is no hope, we must defend ourselves.


As I go through the ship, dead bodies everywhere.

Walls painted red in blood, one of them still alive.

His blood is turning green, I take him on my back.

He wants to be put down, he fears he's one of them.


Oh! This planet is our hell!

Oh! This planet is our doom!


Oh the only way is out!

We lost the ship to them.

Oh there's too many of them!

We won't survive this hell.

 
 
 

From the album: An Ode to Winter (2019)


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For 18 thousand years.

Inside a cosmic chaos.

A giant slept at ease.

Surrounded by Yin and Yang.


He then opened his eyes.

And took his mighty ax.

By swinging (it) into Yin and Yang.

The creation then began.


Yin became Earth.

Yang became Sky.


King PanGu stood betweed.

And pushed the sky up high.

Aided by the four beasts.

After years the giant finally died.


His breath became the wind, the mist and clouds.

His left eye became the sun.

His right eye became the moon.

His head the mountains.

His blood the rivers.

His muscles became land.

His hair turned into stars.

And finally, his voice became thunder.


Mighty PanGu.

The creator.

YinYang master.

Daoist legeng.

 
 
 

From the album: An Ode to Winter (2019)


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In Northern China, in the cold Inner Mongolia.

Where the winter lasts forever, GenHe arises.

I find myself in peace, deep in the forest.

Surrounded by sky-high trees, feasting in nature.


Through the forest of GenHe.

I walk alone, unwinding my soul.

Through the forest of GenHe.

Here comes the storm, washing it all.


As I keep walking, I'm amazed by all the splendor.

The cold won't distress me, in here there's no danger.

I choose a spot, nearby the river.

Where more people come, searching for echoes.


Through the forest of GenHe.

I walk alone, unwinding my soul.

Through the forest of GenHe.

After the storm, wisdom will come.

 
 
 
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