Liner Notes:
A fragile and perturbated mind, tired of pondering through and through, is near to exhaustion : madness lies in wait… as it became clear Viglius' fierce attempts to carry the weight of the world by the strength of his thought, deplorably failed. All his strange alchemistic procedures and lude acts, the endless manipulation of weird essences, his deformed theories of all higher things… all this led to nothing, vanity… Can Viglius acknowledge his whole life as being waisted, and all efforts pointless ? The dissonance seems too strong, unbearable and calamitous : it can't be over yet, there must be a way ! Viglius wearies his mind once more, and recalls Midnartiis, a legendary and mythical world, which is said to lie beyond all what can be seen… beyond good and evil…beyond being…a strange sphere, a twisted dimension. But how is it to be interpreted ? How can it be made accessible ? Of this, Viglius is unaware but to him, it seems his only hope and firm goal of his new aspiration : saving his mind from disastrous collapse. In agony Viglius Zuichemus runs outward, devastated, but for the last time prepared to summon the elements for guidance. In a final endeavour the mystic calls upon Fire, from ancient times onward identified with sheer rationality…maybe its virtuosic tuition can lead to Midnartiis…Nothing seems to happen, but after a while an old man walks by, bearing a sinister prophecy…
A fragile and perturbated mind, tired of pondering through and through, is near to exhaustion : madness lies in wait… as it became clear Viglius' fierce attempts to carry the weight of the world by the strength of his thought, deplorably failed. All his strange alchemistic procedures and lude acts, the endless manipulation of weird essences, his deformed theories of all higher things… all this led to nothing, vanity… Can Viglius acknowledge his whole life as being waisted, and all efforts pointless ? The dissonance seems too strong, unbearable and calamitous : it can't be over yet, there must be a way ! Viglius wearies his mind once more, and recalls Midnartiis, a legendary and mythical world, which is said to lie beyond all what can be seen… beyond good and evil…beyond being…a strange sphere, a twisted dimension. But how is it to be interpreted ? How can it be made accessible ? Of this, Viglius is unaware but to him, it seems his only hope and firm goal of his new aspiration : saving his mind from disastrous collapse. In agony Viglius Zuichemus runs outward, devastated, but for the last time prepared to summon the elements for guidance. In a final endeavour the mystic calls upon Fire, from ancient times onward identified with sheer rationality…maybe its virtuosic tuition can lead to Midnartiis…Nothing seems to happen, but after a while an old man walks by, bearing a sinister prophecy…
Lyrics:
Viglius
"Insanity compounds to usurpating forms,
pescatorial beliefs…
Enlightment find I not, though my mind relieves,
is it measured then with Megalopathic norms ?
"Even my aplomb, sought illustre pleasure,
left me but incertitude, far beyond measure !
Yet through doubts and haunting,
your dispensations beam,
virtuosic tuition, makes the soul redeem !
Hear the moaning of my saphire sigh,
Availing crystallised truth to descry !
Convoke the vigourous fire to defy,
for its conflagration can my misery untie !
Glare perpetuate unlike the setting sun,
Merger of form, make chaos dust undone !
For Fire lives the death of Earth,
and Air the death of Fire,
Water lives the decline of Air,
and Earth the perishing of Water !"
old man
"This sigh, and bazzle, embolds me to speak :
Your mind appears flaccidly too weak
Weep now not, for glimps of a dream,
a reprimand, do upon my words redeem !
If indeed you search the brightness,
emitted from the perplexity of thought,
prevent the aim of your journey being nought !
Construct thyself a vessel, and with it sail away
lest thee become an unadmonished prey,
bound to death and Heraclitic decay !"
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