1. |
Raping Calliope
04:38
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Dream release me,
Spare my sanity,
How could I know?
This obsession crawling from my soul,
Dripping all over you.
The blood flowing from my fingers,
Snapping mind’s sick tune.
This infection feasting upon me,
Punishment due.
Dream,
Free me from your embrace,
The hate for all my mistakes,
Between your sister’s legs
I can escape...
Heat… brine… breathe… breast… thighs… heave…
Sweat… sigh… scream… come… I… leave…
Quenched I rise,
Lewd, wet and alive.
I’ve seen it in your eyes…
Quenched I rise,
Lewd, wet and alive.
I’ve seen it in your eyes,
In a cold pleading to him.
Death’s kin…
Granted my wish…
And a last kiss…
Thought closed eyes saw no harm.
Dream, open your arms,
Let your sister drain me.
In your eyes… between your thighs…
In your eyes… between your thighs…
He’s coming to avenge you…
And give me what I asked for…
He’s coming to avenge you…
And give me what I asked for…
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2. |
Mist
04:18
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alone — this creature inside
feeding on hope — a kind of suicide
I found this way out
consumed by life, apathy and doubt,
and all was left behind, all was blacked out
drowned in a longing sea with what i was
and what I want to be.
what I want to be…
bring me back those…
soothe this lack of…
ate it all but the food was rotten
opened my lungs but breathed in poison
my safety belt cuts at my throat
it was I that chose the death of my soul
once down,
one’s pale.
sky’s in flames,
happy now?
broken mannequin,
dying queen’s heart woven.
once down… BROKEN,
one’s pale MANNEQUIN.
sky’s in flames, ARE YOU…
HAPPY NOW?
the war has been lost
a life under lock
alone - with nothing inside
feeding on hope - oh, no, it won’t subside
I found fuck all, now battered, tired and cold
it never gives up, it never lets go…
should I kill the creature?
should I sit and see her
choose who to upset
with all the dreams I fed?
the growls i seethe
rip my bowels and plead
we will die together
fall straight through the nether
I ate the rotten food,
poisoned my lungs on the air,
safety belt cuts at my throat,
I chose my soul to decay.
undo the spiral of my consciousness,
bring me peace.
bring me back those kisses,
soothe my lack of wishes…
so alone...
swallowed by mist.
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3. |
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Welcome down,
Now I have no reason to look up
Out from this void.
I hope you don’t mind the cold
For there is no way out,
I’ll have your eye if you have mine.
THE TEMPLE
Spat on the temple,
The concept of us.
OF DISTRUST
A concept of need,
A failed concept of trust.
BUILT UPON
Who was shot
While you played with the gun?
THIS GRAVE
The bird flies,
Leaves a trail of shattered glass behind,
The blood is mine.
Spare me,
We left the room...
We left the circle...
It never was real
You gathered your trust,
Relied on a snake,
Realized you were in a nest
When it was too late.
And I didn’t know it was for the best...
I didn’t have a clue.
Naivety - not a fucking virtue.
“Don’t look”,
The shadows say,
Can’t help but see it again,
Tread on the spilt ashes of remembrance.
Ashes I used to build,
To years of profound guilt,
A loss that feeds on my screams.
I wrote this letter today,
A temple built on a grave.
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4. |
Distant path
05:18
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the dying:
sorry i saw the end.
sorry it came to this.
not again…
the snow has melted away
revealed the trails that once were lost,
I had already put my mind to sleep.
who cares about what I forgot?
no, not again…
fear – far too weak
alive – I hadn’t been born
so stupid.
stupid…
the vector:
part two – it isn’t you
bury the sun. inhale the cold.
break the mirror. future toll.
the dead:
lungs frozen till burnt, so now it won’t hurt.
the foe:
HERE’S THE PATH AGAIN
BEREAVEMENT FOR YOUR SOUL
THE MESSAGE UNFOLDS NOW
BESOUGHT IN CROAKS
the woken:
failure
what’s a crow that’s white?
you were wrong…
wrong.
so sorry I saw the end,
sorry it came to this again,
we wished the path would fade,
the snow has melted away,
revealing what failed.
you were wrong,
the road is long & better gone.
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5. |
Square room
04:32
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What was that the other day,
About this place
Where moonlight shot through open windows
Bathing your face?
What is this that I forgot,
About that place
Where our whispers remain frozen?
Show me the way…
Truth is I long for another minute there.
Cursed father of chaos,
Three headed snake.
We sealed that room away...
Oh, those twisted bells,
Ominous chimes,
Dark omen’s bird,
The damned sound of time long gone.
farewell all...
I hear it all inside,
No one knows how it
Ripped us through, time and time again,
And now who cares?
What has now become of us
Without this place?
No bird, no chimes, no omen,
To keep us from going astray.
I could only treasure the scent.
I should only recall the bliss.
What would you sacrifice?
Show me the way.
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Omertà Palma De Mallorca, Spain
Omertà son:
Kristofer Montenegro
Curro Maestre
Francisco de la Rosa
Takeshi Ferrer
Albert Ferragut
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