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When a Fallen Arises
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“Elì, lemà sabactani?
Why? I've never done it to You!”
The weight on the shoulders.
The splinters on my back.
Should I become
an implacable cireneum?
But my faith is fragile.
My nature is to cry.
When a fallen arises.
When? If am I a black christ?
Fix the nails deep down
into my absolution!
There's no words to say...
When a fallen arises.
When If am I clearly guilty?
No love will return again
No comfort will save me again...no.
Please, don't refuse me but embrace me:
in this hour all is done.
I need..I need to dream
like I was a child
losing my pupils into the... void...
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My Dark Babylon
03:28
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Weakness and strength, two faces of mortality.
In the magnitude, in our ambition,
we could see the misery of our life:
It's the revage of this harmony...
Wonder of world.
Gardens where I'm locked in.
Another crystorm.
Another prison of lies.
My Dark Babylon...
The door of God:
Raw desolation.
From the glory of man
to his last ruines.
My Dark Babylon...
Everything inside of us.
Unconceivable reality.
The majesty on the cross.
The grace of oxymoron!
The foundations can't increase indifference
and the first of man looks over that splendours,
searching his story to avoid the same mistakes:
Humility...it never falls down.
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She was my whore..ecstasy of my desires
The real utopic solution that burnt my futures with eyes of amber and amaranth.
People say I'm brighting for the lost ships.
The price unseen embroiders veils on my lantern.
No horizon. My soul on fire!
We should look beyond
and return to believe in something more concrete.
A bell on the sea..
and the carcass of hopes is not the only one on the waves.
A waste of time!
I'm smoking and drinking sit down, oldman, to the moon.
Unique, solitary. We'll not find what we're searching for.
(She would like to touch the world.
I wanna find it mine.)
A recall to God.
The lighthouse is crumbled down.
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The Lilium I Loved
06:28
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The bows cut the strings of life into that day the lilium faded,
Why I've cured this lovely gift... to see its fruits in other hands?
And so I fed your little roots with drops of love 'till drops of blood.
Hated December.
The abandon of all the bliss. The suicide of my spark.
it's the rise and the fall of a religion with no gods.
when the lies and the silence mask the orygin of all
that pleasure you extendend with immature selfishness.
The icon that I love brought me the point of no return
The beauty you incarnated first the best than the worst
a parfume from your petals now poison in my lungs
I cried for a resolution and forgivness once for all.
“we were so real..
were we so real?”
WE WERE SO REAL..
WERE WE SO REAL!?
Sleeping down under the sky-blue and green of your August
I don't remember a lilium with thorns
You raped my world with the misleading silence written into your liquored eyes
Now, tell me the truth...For once, open your mind.
Arabian Princess of stargaze. I can't hate you. Why should I?
How dare you? Let me see....
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Nekrosun Varese, Italy
With his unique sound, the Italian metal band Nekrosun - name derived from the metaphorical-introspective theory of the dead sun, created by the versatile opera singer Alberto Bernasconi - ensures his personal vision of metal music, without committing to a single genre, through their first album "Crematorial Frost" (2009) and especially with their second album "The Grace of Oxymoron" (2012). ... more
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