Lust!

In this land
Polluted and corrupted
Lies a part
Pure and untouched.

A land of man
A land of gods
A land of virgin beauty
Clean and free.

Still born
From the mothers shell
Borne by the nature
True and pure.

All the grunts
All the brunts
Borne by it
Only smiles come from it.

The virgin air
Scratched and burnt
By the lair
Of lust and desire.

Pure nature, torn and spoiled
By the men of wicked spoils
In the end they say it all:
To thee mother, we gave it ALL.

FAR FAR AWAY AND ASLEEP

Far away from my place,
Deep witihn my heart,
I can see within me,
The land of lands.

Far away from my place,
The land of brains and brawns,
Where true beauty lies awakened,
Inside and outside the walls.

Far away from my place,
Where the people are united,
Against all evil and treachery,
Working hand in hand towards the brighter days.

Far away from my place,
Where I will head to someday,
Lies a secret, quietly and unrevealed,
Of which the people will learn one day,
And envy those who have experianced,
The loving affection of the land,
Which is far, far away and asleep...

The Song To The Jungle

Hung HO! here we go, to the forest dark and slow,
Trees and climbers everywhere, we cut them down with just a pair.


Hung HO! here we go, with lights and torches over our head,
Burning red and burning bright, on our way in the perfect night.


Hung HO! here we go, slow and steady on our way,
Never turn and never fear, until the lost is good and found.


Hung HO! here we go, through the forest dark and deep,
Moonlight shinning over us, blessing us with all its grace.


Hung HO! here we go, through the forest dark and slow,
Trees and climbers everywhere, we cut them down with just a pair.