1. Dusk And Void Became Alive And nothing more that keeps its sense fire looses its warmth and its light The truth is lost behind a fence cannot show what is wrong and what’s right Just silence stays forevermore to be an only friendly guest. To be a keeper of the lore Which can't be found in your quest But dusk and void became alive they call, they pray, they whisper to be heard And ask to join them, just to try to turn into a songless bird They ask, they call, they pray, they force to leave your grave under grey stone To cross all borders, break the doors to understand that you are all alone By Grigori Petrenko

	2. Mistrust My thoughts are wingd'd with hopes, my hopes with love. Mount love under the moon in clearest night. And say as she doth in the heavens move, In earth so wanes my delight, so wanes and waxeth delight. And you my thoughts, that my mistrust do carry. If for mistrust my mistress do you blame. Say though you alter, yet you do not vary, As she doth change and yet remain the same. If she for this, with clouds do mask her eyes. And make the heavens dark with her disdain. With windy sights, disperse them in the skies, Or with thy tears dissolve them into rain. By John Dowland

	3. Winters Night The sky won't be blue again The scent of meadows forever gone Fading cries, a colden reign The magic land of sparkling snow... Enchanting beauty in its pride A mystic stranger, softest might A sad and colden nameless bride Never forgiving winter’s night The sky won't be blue again The scent of meadows forever gone. Fading cries, colden reign The magic land of f sparkling snow. Enchanting beauty in its pride A mystic stranger softest might A sad and nameless bride Never forgiving winter’s night. By Grigori Petrenko

	4. Unquiet Thoughts Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stint And wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart. And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint, And stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art. But what can stay my thoughts they may not start Or put my tongue in durance for to die. When as these the keys of mouth and heart, Open the lock where all my love doth lie. How shall I then gaze on my mistress eyes? My thought must have some vent: else my heart will break. My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies. If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak. By John Dowland

	5. Cease To Breath Cease to breathe, my friend, no moore! Please, no longer live not now Close your eyes forevermore Stop your heartbeat sounds somehow. Tell me no farewell, don't speak! I won't bury you, don't ask! Choose your place in mystic dusk Choose it on the highest peak. Cease to breathe, my friend, I'll leave Leave your shadow, leave your shape Promise me: we'll meet in grief! Silence nothing more to say. I will help you now, just wait, I shall see you'll come to stars. Bring illusions there so far! Bring the death there, don't be late! By Grigori Petrenko

	6. Praise Blindness Eyes Praise blindness eyes, for seeing is deceit Be dumb vain tongue, words are but flattering winds. Break heart and bleed for there is no receipt To purge inconstancy from most men’s minds And if tine ears false heralds to thy heart. Convey into thy head hopes to obtain. Then tell thy hear ring though art deaf by art, Now love is art that wanted to be plain. Now none is bold except they see his brains Affection is not known until one be dead Rewards for love are labours for his pains. Love’s quiver made of gold his shafts of lead. by John Dowland

	7. Virtues Cloak Can she excuse my wrongs with Virue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish to smoke? Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find? No, no where shadows do for bodies stand. Thou may'st be abused thy sight be dim. Cold loves is like to words written on sand. Or to bublles wich on the waters swim. If she will yield, to that which reason is, It is reaons's will that loveshould be just. Dear make me happy stil by granting this, Or cut off deleays if that I die must. No where shadows for bodies stand. May'st be abused sight be dim. Cold loves like to words written on sand. bubles wich on waters swim. Better a thousand times to die, Than to live tormented, Beaer but remember it was I Who for thy sake did die. By John Dowland

	8. Moon Muse She lived in darkness and in light For pilgrims in the deepest night For poets searching for the sign But seen seen the sense only to die She wasn't warm, she was so cold But granted warmth to every heart Of those who were so brave and bold To let themselves to be apart. She was to blame of every hope Of those who’re wandering in vain Who found inhuman deadly cold Discovering their own ways. She was the one, she was the star Or could be brightest, saddest for eternity. But she was pale, and not so far To not fall down on Earth one day. By Grigorii Petrenko

	9. Catharsis Instrumental