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@ Band: CONVULSE
@ Album: REFLECTIONS (1994)


CONVULSE ARE:

Rami Jamsa Lead Guitar / Vocals
Janne Miikkulainen Drums
Toni Honkala Guitar / Keyboards
Juha Telenius Bass



@SONG: The Rite Of Sunshine

I've seen the rivers flowing into your arms,
I've heard the wind gently singing in trees,
I've seen the snow covering the land,
But why the branch bent down,
And broke off to the froen ground.

Touch me and give relief.
Join this drop in your seas.

Shall your wind rise from the bones and dust,
And shall it reach the place where the flowers bloom,
Though my eyes are bathed in mourning tears,
Please offer us your good wishes, and may our lives be fulfilled.


@SONG: The Green Is Grey

In the middle of the green valleys, deep inside the gloomy hills.
Conceals the origin, of all that is in existence.

Thousands of years ago, people were pieces of this all.
But now the virginity is gone.
And the green is grey.

All of the time digging your own grave.
Blind to see the omen of a bloody end.

It was time to sow, and now it's time to reap.
And your time withers away, like flowers in my meadow.


@SONG: Years Of Decay

My eyes are not blind, but still they can't see to the other side.
Sometimes they're in our minds, reminding how it sometimes was.

I repent my own existance.
I want to lock back inside embryonic world.

My eyes...
But still...
Sometimes they're...
Reminding...

Years of decay, are back and I'm insane.

Strange voices whisper my name, calling me to join their game.
While I'm in sleep, so deep and sweet.
The past wakes me up and I've learned to see.



@SONG: Memories

We ring your bell or knock on the back door,
we creep like thieves in the blackest night,
Even shadows are missing so you can't resist,
Just open the door and truth hits like a fist.

Just the moment of the sun, until my clouds come,
Again and bring the rain.
One minute the feeling, that everything is bright,
And then the darkness steps in.

Pretent to be oblivious,
But something still gnaws,
Immortal life sin,
Inheritance of my deeds.

Just the moment of the sun, until my clouds come,
Again and bring the rain.
One minute the feeling, that everything is bright,
And then the darkness steps in.

Pretent to be oblivious,
But something still gnaws,
Immortal life sin,
Inheritance of my deeds.


@SONG: The Nation Cries

In the midst of our greed, we opened the door, thinking all is ours.
But no one can rule the sun or sea, no one owns the land or trees.

White man's dreamis just kill and lead, your only passions are,
Just rape and unleash the beast.

We offered peace without tricks, but, you just let us down.
And started your own feasts.

Should I be proud?
Of brother's crusades.
Should I celebrate, all those five hundred years?

Now we want to just close our eyes, and deny to see our crimes.
The nation cries while it dies.
But no one listens to, 'cos we live in lies.



@SONG: Crying Back Yesterday

Mother of the high seas, please guide me home or leave me alone.
Father of the plains and prairie, behold me and see me crying...

Back yesterday...
Crying back yesterday...
Back yesterday...
Crying back yesterday...

Mother moon, behold me, I'm waiting for the dew of relief,
Father sun I'm waiting, for the beams of tomorrow.
Throw the sorrow back tomorrow.

Back yesterday...
Crying back yesterday...
Back yesterday...
Crying back yesterday...



@SONG: Lost Equilibrium

Executioners and tortures run after my body, they reach me and wrap
me up like a baby in a shall.

Guide me out, please lead me free.

Darkness and depression, rape my true self.
Piece by piece my memories, come into sight.

I wander in wasteland and can't stay anywhere,
And I wonder how long it lasts this way I've been sent,
No one sees these conflicts, which exaustingly gnawing,
Blames throw me from equilibrium, but truth is forbidden.


@SONG: The New Arrival

The path is cold and dark, no stars in the sky.
Leafless trees, scratch the new arrival, touching with cold hands
the foreigner.
Who searches for his place.

Spirits of lonely ones, hail the wonderer,
And lapse back to quietness, to sow the seeds from which we are fed.

It has become time to, leave the paralyzed seas.
And open the gate, of the new beginning.

March this way with your heart, close your eyes from the past.
Don't fall from this path.
'Cos then the morning never comes again.