1. |
The fog
05:29
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2. |
Convoluted
07:08
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My thoughts collapse in free fall
The void now has the shape of a memory.
The lifeless voices push the soul into a
desert of shadows
Time, a movement without eyes and without
light,
it flows like a river, overwhelming the
saddest instincts
until forming an ever more intricate, ever
harder canvas.
Your sadness creates your own trap
Does my sense reside there?
I feel a pull towards the dark,
there are only cold rooms now
there are only pale lights, slowly dying in
labored beats.
I’m on my way I won’t be back
I’m on my way, I wont be back
Take me to that field and steal an exit from
me
Take me into that darkness and don’t lend me
any hand
We live on memories, we live on memories.
It remains a game of signs
That dark aura along the way
The black bulbs melt in the atrium
Empty of hope now
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3. |
Haunted
06:11
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They flow through my conscience
And they branch out in dark corners
Like dark shapes that walk without end
Step by step the colors change
There remains a field on the horizon
Shrouded in fog
Which rises and twists at obsessive rhythms
My eyes are now heavy and my body
It is too tired and disassembled mass
It is the smell of leaves and grass that
Do you fall asleep in the morning?
Or just the pleasure of the damp earth that pushes me to
Join her?
I miss what I’ve never been,
it just lives in my mind like ghosts
in the old rooms.
Perhaps it is in that space, between the remains and the soul
Where does my sadness reside
Sing for me one more time
And lead me to the safe darkness
Without being blinded by the light
Destroy the sun, annihilate the rays
Untie my cells and take me to the origin
This human form is meaningless
The damned will suck it up
And they will throw it to their lot
Dust on the faces and tears in the throat
The black columns are going up
And everything blows in a whirlwind
I miss what I’ve never been,
it just lives in my mind like ghosts
in the old rooms.
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4. |
Thoughts
09:28
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Life, tragic melancholy…
I crawl through a cold and dirty labyrinth,
body pierced by quills,
sufferings that devastate my soul at every step,
they hurt me,
they tear my veins,
they make me whirl as if I were inside the storm of
death.
…I walk
I don’t know where,
I’m looking for a destination that doesn’t exist,
in vain I dream of reaching her,
to get out of the evil that compresses and suffocates
me
and then I run scared,
fear envelops me and I cry,
tears corrode me like acid,
I look at the hostile world around me,
I would like to escape from that place that plans my
end.
The high hedge prevents me from seeing the sun,
alone in the dark I lose hope,
now I’m the darkness that lives inside me,
I dominate my existence,
I stopped believing in a future,
aware of having to live like this,
in the gloomy sadness of my heart,
away from joy and love,
my eyes shine with despair,
the mist penetrates me and enjoys my warmth,
he sucks my blood and injects poison, the most lethal,
that of rancor and loneliness.
I scream against the wind, my breath dies in my
throat,
the cry vanishes in the darkness stolen by a chilling
silence,
which grants me only a faint sound of footsteps
nearby …
and then I start running again, I follow him, but the
noise is faster,
my throat goes dry, my legs are tired as he walks
away again, too much..
shortness of breath and agony,
I see nothing, nothing that comforts me,
I want to cry but I realize I can’t,
I no longer have lifeblood, who emptied me of me?
Now I understand… the steps were mine, it was me
who was running away from myself,
so I collapse to the ground, bring my legs to my chest
like when I was a child,
I smile… and slowly I die…
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5. |
More
06:26
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When the fear will walk among the leaves, all things will come there
someday
And the ghosts that follow you in your dreams, all things will come there
someday
When the wolves attack all our villages, all things will come there
someday
When the dark will chocke the light with spears, all things will come there
someday
When sounds will get lost in whirls of madness, all things will come there
someday
When the sunset will dress only in darkness, all things will come there
someday
And the stars will die like all the wastelands all the things come there
someday
When my soul will painted by my sadness all things will come there
someday
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Remparts Productions France
French Record label to promote black Metal & subgenres from around the world
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