KATAXU - Roots Thunder (2000)












First full-lenhgt album of polish kult


1. Intro


2. My Name from the Forest

Animal breath leads alarmingly
Ardusing the concience of possession of a haze – forgotten property
…To hidden moment in which you stand
Further than the sense and fear allow
The truth shudders from you – covered with a lie.
Closer and closer
My frozen hearts – increases the higher meaning
And the energy spirits from the bottom of the Kataxu abyss
The truth shudders from you – it knows that it was hidden to confine
Now it’s my turn – to enter the taste of instinct
Now it’s my turn – to destroy the fast circles
…Deeper understaning of time
…Transfiguration of original I
Pulsing vibrations – an art above the thick eddies of torents.
I am the abstract prospect
I am the mirror of birds
Looking at your glare take my steel and hear my scream
Among the words I can’t catch up with – great desire
– What is my former name?
– Get deeper and recognize your sign!
– I can’t see but the Earth caress me!
– Your pagan faith will lead you!
…Torn parts of the mysteries, catching by the hunger
Behind me they are submerged…
I am swimming but when the peace decreases in wave
Of the forest, I will find my name from the forest
Again with each tremble of my soul
I will find it
My name from the forest!

3. War


4. Roots Thunder

The bullet of the height environment in shortening days
Of thorny blasphemies, the thought disperses bones but the dust is not silent
Ending the performance, this is the stigma which is rised above another time
I curse by blind candle through the furthest past
Where the sound of horses looks for the slates of vertical
– What a great hanged man in the reflection of tribes
– What sweet are the traces of thrombosis in rooty incarnations
Fast curve to immortality of the arms
Moth moves its life but who takes her hand
To make it look at a creature of its transformations
– I am looking for a mask through the forgotten land
…And you who come uninvited!
– I am here!
– Hunt me! Because I have never met colourness of freedom
Oh my laughter, parapsychical murders
Do you scream because of hunger?
– Oh yes!
I will be listening to you; I will sing the former despair to you.
…The dolls are crying again!
– Enjoy yourself!
– This palace is yours.
…And where is the love?
– You fool!
The only one I knew is the paranoia to foold.
Your war of the waving blind is covered with dust
Caress with the power of silent white and dream about healing
Lick all your wounds in dependence on underfeelings
– Do not ask for more!
…Because as a pagan mother
…All my fingers as eternal wolfs,
Efficency of peace I release
I as an old man and my couns are counted years ago.
I as a hatred writing hand dispersed feather traces on cosmic sand
I as height environment’s faith
I as long ages of war
– With purple of blood rise our swords!
– Because the ancient hatred is inside us!
– It is our peace!

5. Nawia