Whisper of Space – Live in Thayvan

Welcome
People from Thayvan

Tonight we begin with a whisper
Not because it is small
But because it was there first

We are not here to preach
We are not here to point fingers
We are here because we know what it means
To curse the water
And still be thirsty

Before we begin
Let me introduce the band

On guitar
Kylo

On drums from Thailand
Phæm

On bass
Sakhay

And the voice behind the flame
Sahhay

On keys, maps and hidden doors
Agagøs

And somewhere in the dark
Randolph

The Græy Witness

Tonight we bring hard ground
And a whisper of space

We leave the old year behind
We leave the old wolf behind
And we start running

This month
Our new album Discern will be released

Near the end of this night
You will hear Discern
A first glimpse of what is coming

And to our friends from Thailand
We do not want to say this badly

So Sahhay and Phæm will say it for us

สวัสดีค่ะ

ขอบคุณค่ะ

Your warmth
Your patience
And your quiet presence
Helped this music find its way

No judgement
No sermon
Just one question

What happens
When we listen for the whisper

Welcome in Thayvan

สวัสดีค่ะ
ขอบคุณค่ะ

This is Whisper Of Space

WHISPER OF SPACE
A breath…
no explosion, only dawn,
the curtain of silence slowly rising.
Stars remember being born,
but they don’t remember why.
Equations sing in gentle light,
yet something deep keeps asking:

Who called the numbers into play?
Who gave the void a voice?

“It didn’t come about by itself…”

A fragile human voice,
not preaching – thinking.
Clear as crystal reasoning:

We measure what we can,
we speak where wisdom reaches,
and where we cannot know,
we learn to bow.

Now the universe accelerates!

Racing hearts, expanding night,
time keeps arriving, never breaks.

Racing light through endless night,
time arrives and never breaks!
Meaning breathes beneath the laws,
truth is stronger than mistake!
We ride the pulse, we ride the flame,
faster than the fear we face!
Not a war of gods and minds—
but dialogue across the space!

Order is not naive,
it is courageous.

“Gott würfelt nicht,”
because meaning isn’t random breath.

This is not a war,
this is conversation.
Not supremacy—
but reverence.

No walls,
no rooms,
no buses,
only time arriving… endlessly.

Eternety — we stand between the thoughts of stars!
Eternety — between the question and the proof!
It didn’t come by chance alone,
and it won’t fade into itself…
There is Reason in the roaring dark,
and Gentle Thunder at the end.

“It didn’t come about by itself.
And it will not end by itself either.”

Morning light, I stand with You
You know my heart, You see me through
No need to win, no need to fight
Just teach my feet to walk it right

Teach me to wait
Before I speak
Teach me the step
That plants peace

Clean up my words
Make them a home
Truth stays true
Not like stone
Slow me down
Guide my voice
I won’t wolf
I will sheep

With people I get sharp too fast
I feel what’s wrong — it hits, it lasts
Hearts roll up, armor tight
My words bounce off into the night

Second voice
No disguise
One clean line
Keeps the tie

Clean up my words
Make them a home
Truth stays true
Not like stone
Slow me down
Guide my voice
I won’t wolf
I will sheep

Three seconds quiet
Hold the flame
I can say “thanks”
And still stay sane

Clean up my words
Make them a home
Truth stays true
Not like stone
I plan the road
You move my feet
I won’t wolf
I will sheep

Slow it down
Plant some peace

You remember my prayer.
Before I finish it.
I speak —
you’re already there.

I ask — and nothing’s certain.
I wait — and time stands still.
Not answers,
not solutions —
just stay.

Oure Fadir, that art in hevenes,
halewed be thi name.
Thi kyngdom come.
Thi wille be doon,
as in hevene, so in erthe.

Yeve to us this day oure breed over othir substance.
And forgive us oure dettis,
as we forgive oure dettouris.

And leede us not into temptacioun,
but delyvere us fro yvel.

For thin is the kyngdom,
and the power,
and the glorie,
with outen ende.

Your name.
Your will.
Our daily bread.

This is what you want.

Forgive us —
and we forgive.

This is what you want.

Deliver from evil.
Keep the power.

This is what you want.
This is what you want.
This is what you want.

I’ve prayed these words
to the Lord our God.

May he keep them close —
day and night.

May he stand up for me.
May he stand up for his people.

And may he give us
what we need
today.

ริมฝีปาก ลิ้น ก่อรูปถ้อยคำ
เธอมีใจดีกับฉันหรือไม่
เธออวยพรฉัน หรือสาปฉัน

Dans la profondeur je ressens
tes paroles, tes actes,
ton intention, ton agir.

Dasne solum ut concilies?
Dasne solum tibi ipsi?
Dasne quia dare vis?

Gibst du mir, was ich brauche?
Gibst du mir, was mir fehlt?
Gibst du mir um meiner selbst?

Do I take what I receive,
do I take what you give me,
do I take what is missing in me.

Süsses Wasser, bittere Quellen –
Leben hier, und Tod auch dort.
Leben hier, und Tod auch dort.

תן לזה לזרום, קבל אותו,
שתה ממני, מידי,
שתה ממני את אשר אני נותן לך.

ܫܒܘܩ ܠܗ ܕܢܙܠ، ܘܩܒܠܝܗܝ
ܫܬܐ ܡܢܝ، ܡܢ ܐܝܕܝ
ܫܬܐ ܡܢܝ ܡܕܝ ܝܗܒܬ ܠܟ

Shared life, shared sorrow,
shared hope, shared land,
shared love, shared heart.

Kunhavigita vivo, kunhavigita sufero,
kunhavigita espero, kunhavigita tero,
kunhavigita amo, kunhavigita koro.

It touched me.
It marked me.
It worked its way through me.
But it was never truly mine.

It came from elsewhere,
from older wounds,
from borrowed fire,
from rooms I did not build.

I do not deny it.
I do not feed it.
I do not carry it
as if it were my name.

Over black.
Not against it.
Not beneath it.
Over black.

No whitewashing.
No excuse.
No return.
No further use.

I learned from it.
That much is true.
But what it taught me
does not belong to it.

It passed through me,
left its mark,
then lost its right
to speak inside my mouth.

I will not fight it.
I will not serve it.
I will not give it
one more living room.

Over black.
Not against it.
Not beneath it.
Over black.

Archived.
Not erased.
No longer wired.
No longer raised.

No dragged-through fear.
No old violence
speaking here.

What entered late
from older harm
will not be housed
inside my arms.

It was carried in
from many places.
Fear.
Shame.
Old hands.
Old traces.

I saw enough.
I named the pattern.
I owe it nothing
after that.

Over black.
Closed without hatred.
Over black.
Silent without force.

It touched me.
It marked me.
But it was never truly mine.

I leave it there.
Without a mouth.
Without a future.
Without a fight.

Not mine to keep.
Not mine to marry.

What came in wounded
will not leave through me.

You can stack the stones yourself
You can stay awake all night
You can carry what was never
meant for your shoulders alone

In vain
In vain
All your striving
In vain

The wall you build without foundation
falls before the morning comes
The city that you guard with worry
was never yours to keep

In vain
In vain
All your watching
In vain

There is a weight that isn't yours
There is a watch you were not called to keep
There is a house that stands
when you have finally stopped building

Drop the tools
Step back from the wall
Not everything that's heavy
belongs on your back

In vain
In vain

Unless the ground is given
Unless the watch is kept by another
Unless the house is built by more than hands —

Wasted breath
Empty walls
In vain

I name what is,
I ask for meaning.
You turn away,
turn closeness into noise.

I pause,
I hear the voice.
It carries no measure,
only release.

I step back.
Not in flight,
but in clarity
Now silence is needed.

Distance is not attack.
Silence no judgment.
I stay with myself.

I speak to you with honest words
I see you, I can feel your face
You look at me with bitter eyes
You look at me with rage and frost

Then you begin to sing so gently
Shaping words without all measure
Letting out what stays inside
Your tongue divides what still lives

The swan turns guidance into threat
The swan requires an enemy
The swan allows no open choice
The swan refuses to be seen

The swan is changing all its feathers
They darken like the coming night
The white has passed,
The grey now cuts through sight

The swan does not want revelation
No opening of inner ground
It hides itself in deepest layers
Appearing only when it wants

The swan does not accept a rule
The swan itself becomes the law
It names the path, it points the way
Until the feathers fall away

If only I had listened deeper
If only I had truly heard
What lived inside stayed covered
And so remained unheard

This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running

This is the only race worth running

This is the only race worth running

(This is the only race worth running)

You take over
You take over
You take over
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running

You take over
You take over
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running
This is the only race worth running

Leben geben ist verschlossen
ให้ชีวิต แม้ใจจะปิด

Leben geben will ich doch
ให้ชีวิต แม้ใจยังอยาก

Leben geben kann ich immer
ให้ชีวิต ฉันยังทำได้

Leben geben, hier und dort
ให้ชีวิต ทุกแห่งหน

Leben geben alten Menschen
ให้ชีวิต แก่ผู้เฒ่า

Leben geben jungen Frauen
ให้ชีวิต แก่หญิงสาว

Leben geben vielen Kindern
ให้ชีวิต แก่เด็กน้อย

Leben geben, wo es fehlt
ให้ชีวิต เมื่อขาดแคลน

Leben geben toten Bäumen
ให้ชีวิต แก่ต้นไม้ตาย

Leben geben kargem Land
ให้ชีวิต แก่ผืนดินแห้ง

Leben geben kaltem Stein
ให้ชีวิต แก่หินเย็น

Leben geben mit der Hand
ให้ชีวิต ด้วยมือฉัน

Leben nehmen will ich meiden
ฉันไม่พรากชีวิต

Leben nehmen in mir selbst
ฉันรักษาใจ

Leben hüten in der Seele
เก็บชีวิต ในวิญญาณ

Leben geben, nicht mir selbst
ให้ชีวิต ไม่เพื่อตัวฉัน

Without renewal
Testing is only choosing
Only a renewed mind
Can truly discern

I read
I speak
I pray
I choose
I help
I serve
I move
I choose
And if nothing in me has shifted
I'm still choosing from the same place

I can quote
I can act
I can sound convinced
But without renewal
I don't see
I select
I circle myself
I call it testing
But I'm just choosing
What already fits

Ohne Erneuerung greif ich ins Bekannte
Nicht ins Gute
Ich kann richtig liegen
Und trotzdem daneben sein
Wenn mein Blick nicht erneuert ist
Ohne Erneuerung ist Prüfen nur beliebig
Nur ein erneuerter Geist kann wirklich unterscheiden

Without renewal
I only choose what I already know
I circle myself
Ohne Erneuerung
Wähle ich nur das Bekannte
Ich dreh mich im Kreis
Only a renewed mind
Can truly discern
Nur ein erneuerter Geist
Kann wirklich unterscheiden

I don't conform
I get renewed
And only then
I start to see what actually holds
Not louder
Not purer
Aligned

I don't need revenge to stay whole
I don't need to win to be right
As far as it depends on me
I choose peace

I don't overcome evil by being right
I overcome it by not becoming it

Nicht anpassen
Neu werden
Ich geb das Recht zurück
Ich trag nicht was mich vergiftet
Soweit es an mir liegt
Wähle ich Frieden

Without renewal
I only choose what I already know
Ohne Erneuerung
Wähle ich nur das Bekannte
หากไม่ถูกฟื้นฟู
ฉันเลือกแค่สิ่งที่รู้จัก
Only a renewed mind
Can truly discern
Nur ein erneuerter Geist
Kann wirklich unterscheiden
มีเพียงจิตที่ถูกฟื้นฟู
จึงจะแยกแยะได้จริง

Don't answer harm with harm
Not because it's small
Because it spreads
I won't say now it's my turn
I won't mirror the blow
I won't carry what poisons me
Justice is real
But it's not mine to execute
Be still
Let go of rage
It only breeds more harm
As far as it depends on me
I choose peace
This is not weakness
This is restraint
And restraint takes strength

Without renewal
I only choose what I already know
Oh oh
I circle myself
Oh oh
Only a renewed mind
Only a renewed mind
Can truly discern
Oh oh oh
I don't conform
I get renewed
Oh oh
Not louder
Not better
Aligned
Oh oh

May the Lord watch every road
Whenever you leave and return
May his peace stand guard
Around your heart and thoughts
Not because you are right
But because he is
Only a renewed mind
Can truly discern
Oh oh oh oh

Er siegäd nöd immer
Er gwünnt nöd wägäm Ruuhm
Er schtaaht äifach da
wänn d Wält singt und schwingt

Nöd jedi Wahrheit
chunnt mit grossäm Liächt
Mängi stönd nur schtill
bis öpper si dänn gseeht

Nöd jedi Schtimm
wo hell töön isch wahr
Nöd jedäs Wort
wo warm chunnt isch au klaar

Dä Gäischt vo dä Wahrheit
fürchtät kei Truurigkeit
Er bliibt und er wartäd
er gaaht nöd furt

Er gwünnt nöd dä Ruum
Er bruucht's au nöd
Er bliibt äifach da
bis s Liächt doch no chunnt

Anderi reded ä Spraach
wo d Wält guät kännt
Si antwortet dänn schnäll
und si klatschäd all

Aber d Wahrheit isch langsamer
Si bätlet nöd
Si schmeichlet niämädäm
um däfür dänn ghört z wärdä

Wär s weiss, wird's wüssä
Wär s ghört, wird's ghörä

Dä Gäischt vo dä Wahrheit
fürchtät kei Truurigkeit
Er bliibt und er wartät
er gaaht nöd furt

Er gwünnt nöd dä Ruum
Er bruucht's au nöd
Er bliibt eifach da
bis s Liächt doch no chunnt

Nöd jedäs Ohr
chann s ghörä
Nöd jedäs Herz
chehrt dänn au um

Und trotzdem
d Wahrheit bliibt d Wahrheit

Dä Gäischt vo dä Wahrheit
fürchtät kei Truurigkeit
Er bliibt und er wartät
er gaaht nöd furt

Er gwünnt nöd dä Ruum
Er bruucht's au nöd
Er bliibt äifach da
bis s Liächt doch no chunnt

Wär s weiss, wird's wüssä
Wär s ghört, wird's ghörä