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01 febrero 2023
12 enero 2023
Los negros sudarios de Gaerea
Detrás
de negros sudarios de oscuridad y desolación, los hombres de Gaerea pronuncian
sus odas en un torbellino en cascada de agresión y belleza. Emergiendo de la
era de la pandemia a lo que le espera a la humanidad a continuación, la horda
portuguesa permanece al frente de la próxima generación de metal extremo. Con
un EP y dos álbumes a su nombre, GAEREA se ha distinguido rápidamente de las
miles de bandas que trabajan duro en el underground. Elaborando su caldero de
sonido a partir de una receta de explosión de metal negro golpeando mezclada
con un toque de anhelo atormentado y reflexivo, muchos devotos de las artes
oscuras se han unido a su estandarte. Con la aparición del tercer álbum de
larga duración, Mirage, esos números seguramente crecerán.
El
metal subterráneo en sí mismo es una bestia extraña y cíclica. Las tendencias
van y vienen. Pero en ningún momento de la historia del género hemos sido
testigos de lo que le sucedió al mundo en 2020. Gaerea enfrentó este desafío al
lanzar su segundo álbum, el acertadamente titulado Limbo, con una excelente
recepción mundial. Mientras tanto, encontraron que la suspensión total de la
vida interactiva, como se sabía anteriormente, era el caldo de cultivo perfecto
para una mayor creación y fabricación. Como explica el principal compositor de
la compañía: “Perdí dos preciosos años de mi vida, años que hubiera preferido
pasar de gira y creciendo como artista. Pero fueron cruciales para nosotros,
estos años, porque no muchas bandas se mantuvieron relevantes y productivas. La
pandemia nos dio tiempo para hacer el mejor lanzamiento que pudimos. Todas las
sesiones promocionales, entrevistas, videos, todos tuvimos tiempo de
prepararnos para todo. Mirage fue producto de una inspiración repentina. Las
partes básicas se escribieron durante unas dos semanas”.
Una
admisión tan asombrosa demuestra que el arte es inconstante y que el artista es
simplemente un recipiente a través del cual puede fluir la dulce hechicería que
llamamos música. Puede enmudecerse a sí mismo en un silencio frustrante, o
puede explotar independientemente de toda consideración. Para esta banda en
ascenso, sin duda es lo último. Chisporroteando con ambición desde el primer
día, Gaerea puede presentar una cara única a su audiencia, enmascarada y envuelta,
pero la verdad es que no han permanecido inmutables. “No somos la misma banda
que grabó Limbo”, insiste. “Estamos más ansiosos por comernos el mundo. Si algo
nos enseñó la pandemia es que nada es seguro”.
Esta
falta de certeza influye mucho en la nueva creación de Mirage. Como sugiere su
nombre, la incapacidad de confiar en lo que nos dicen nuestros sentidos podría
interpretarse como uno de los temas centrales del álbum. En lugar de restringir
su arte a referencias mitológicas o tropos antirreligiosos, Gaerea explora las
profundidades de las experiencias humanas de aislamiento y sufrimiento. “El
concepto, el tema, de cada canción somos todos, tú, yo. . . si las personas
estaban solas juntas en Limbo, en Mirage están verdaderamente solas. Nadie es
verdaderamente real hasta que está solo”.
Si
el temor existencial pudiera convertirse en sonido, Gaerea ha labrado su propio
camino filosófico a través de sus túneles estigios. No es Satanás, los
demonios, la muerte o incluso el suicidio lo que nos espera allí. “¿Qué pasaría
si las personas finalmente alcanzaran su objetivo”, postula, “de poner fin a su
sufrimiento, y en lugar de morir se encuentran en una nueva realidad, perdidos
en una gran ciudad de la que alguna vez formaron parte, no saben si alguien el
otro sigue vivo. Están solos dentro de su propio mundo”. Este tema de estar
solo en un mundo lleno de escenas familiares, sin poder terminar las cosas e
incapaz de llegar a nadie más, bien podría aterrorizar al oyente más
efectivamente que cualquier vistazo a los paisajes infernales imaginados de
nuestras pesadillas. Estar aislado en tu propio mundo es la verdadera
pesadilla, y Gaerea toca las cuerdas de este horror con matices y una gracia
miserable.
Con
una producción superior que enhebra la aguja entre la claridad y la
causticidad, Gaerea admite sin vacilar su lealtad a su compatriota y productor
Miguel Tereso de Demigod Recordings. “Miguel es fantástico”, dice entusiasmado
el principal compositor de la banda. “Él viene de un trasfondo brutal de death
metal. Pensé que si este tipo puede lograr una producción contundente, moderna,
pero aún auténtica con una banda de slam/death metal, me pregunto qué puede
hacer con una banda como Gaerea. Tiene una visión de un sonido, y eso es lo que
realmente me gusta. No es un fanático del black metal, pero es este par de
oídos y ojos muy externos de un tipo que realmente conoce su oficio, y trae
todo eso a nuestro sonido”. Los frutos de esta unión son bastante evidentes, ya
que los estados de ánimo turbulentos de la canción principal se mezclan
maravillosamente entre los momentos de creación de tensión y los resultados
explosivos que distinguen a GAEREA de tantos que lo intentan pero se quedan
cortos.
Los
temas principales atormentados y la construcción de riffs se asientan sobre una
percusión realmente explosiva, creciente y menguante, en “Arson”, una tempestad
de estados de ánimo y una de las piezas centrales del álbum. La emoción, que a
veces suena triunfante en guitarras solistas brillantemente trabajadas, es
ensartada por voces que bullen con una desesperación desgarradora. La dicotomía
es magnífica de contemplar. El compositor de Gaerea no se equivoca. “Quiero
escuchar la garganta en el álbum, y si somos una banda impulsada por las voces,
no quiero sobreprocesarlas durante la grabación. Lograr ese equilibrio es una
de las bellezas para mí en este disco”.
En
un mundo que eleva cada vez más lo superficial y lo narcisista, Gaerea persigue
una lucha artística de aislamiento interior, autoexamen honesto y una obstinada
negativa a inclinarse ante el vacío que le espera. Por lo tanto, la
persistencia de sus rostros sombríos, envueltos en las máscaras que codifican
su anonimato al tiempo que crean una marca confiable de metal extremo que los
fanáticos pueden apreciar, especialmente en el escenario en vivo. “Gaerea somos
verdaderamente nosotros mismos cuando nos ponemos estas máscaras y trascendemos
a algo diferente y primitivo”, afirma. “Todavía tiene mucho sentido, y esta banda
ya no sería una banda si alguna vez nos quitáramos las máscaras”.
Mientras
Gaerea prepara el lanzamiento de Mirage, el mundo ha reanudado su
funcionamiento y, a medida que avanza hacia su sombrío futuro, se podría
estipular que la presión puede seguir aumentando en medio del clamor de esta
renovación de la actividad. ¿Este desafío intimida a Gaerea? “Queremos hacerlo
mejor, pero no siento ninguna presión porque estamos en muy buenas manos con
las personas con las que trabajamos. Estamos construyendo un equipo sólido que
realmente se preocupa por nosotros, en cuanto a etapas, promociones, sitio web
y ventas. Estamos construyendo equipos seguros muy estructurados que apuntan a
los mismos objetivos que nosotros. Lo que realmente me importa es continuar con
nuestro concepto cada vez mayor de la banda Gaerea, y no volvernos estériles, y
no quisiera que la gente no se vea afectada por nuestra música. Al final,
estamos tratando de expresar algo dentro de nosotros mismos, y no quiero que
sea demasiado complicado”.
La
belleza de Gaerea radica en la franqueza y la simplicidad que se encuentran
dentro de su florido tapiz de extremismo y agresión. Ya sea en la dinamita
sonora menos pulida de su EP homónimo, o en las texturas brillantes de Mirage,
Gaerea está construyendo un poderoso edificio de metal subterráneo. Con garras
sumergidas en la sangre negra del metal negro y raspadas en la carne del
sufrimiento humano, Gaerea lidera una carga hacia el futuro de la oscuridad, y
todos aquellos que encuentran belleza y poder en el lado oscuro de la
existencia harían bien en prestar atención.
"Mirage" Full Length 2022
Tipo: Full Length
Fecha de Lanzamiento: 23 de Septiembre del 2022
Memoir
The old moon rises above
The horizon
A lighting beam burns her skin
A deafening sound
Dragging around
Like bugs
Rejoicing
I desired the art
Of the lines drawn around the earth
No one to care or to dream about
Awake in desire of being the one
The one who was never alone
As a drenched drownеd being
Of someone who′s gonе
I hang numb as a bending flower
Inverted man
Craving
Just hold me tight
While spilling the lost conscience
She always seemed so bright
Carrying the teardrops of faith
Of human misery
Craving
Just hold me tight
While spilling the lost conscience
She always seemed so bright
Carrying the teardrops of faith
Of human misery
Sticks were held like wands, Stones thrown as in war
We built dens that we call our home
Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight
Shame on the truth, I light my reflection
An image roars
Through thy empty walls
Desolation descends to answer the call
Succumbing the earth's shore
Boldness, compunction and death
I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
The rasping sound of pebbles
The waves drawing back
But they will never stand behind
The sea is calm tonight
The high tide reaches the ego
A lighting beam burns her skin
(08:17)
Salve
A sulfurous choir
Enthroned in the realms of light
A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise
Freedom gets him anxious
Suffocating Isolation
To the staring eyes behind the glass
A defaced figure lies upon them
To the already replaced one
Here's the peace of mind you'll never find
Ripped into a neon light
As if the mirror reflects his skull
Staring back at him with its sardonic smile
Carnation lead by the flute of temperament
Total blackness among the pessimists
Blueish waters of past memories
Running through his refulgent arms
The mortals behind the wall
Hastening every step
Watching his bones crack
To see how long he lasts
He is of contemplation
The ultimate specimen of time
Growing desolation had come
Stripping the flesh, salting the wound
Nothing in life shall be granted
In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed
I am hunger, the desperate
A living lie, a contradiction
The fool's gold
The indulging taste of rust
The conquering of nature's triumph
A caustic distraction in misery
A tragic moan of logic
All he ever dreamt, all he ever lost
Acid rain crying in wide open flesh
Forgiveness is a never-ending flood
He lays down and wonder why he is here
Tranquility tinged with terror
Perfectionist act in vanity
Between sorrow and paradox
The light ceases to shine
(05:25)
Deluge
Pouring rain down upon us
Crying rivers of nothingness
Drowning in a sea of regrets and torture
Observing the shadows of the spotlight
So golden and bright
Hearing the chants of the silent fields
Admiration from afar
Acknowledge thy presence
A man can be just a form
Reality in inception
Rainstorm of affection
As desire is expelled
Within the ranks of agony
And through the graves of fallen messiahs
A pessimist′s credo
Shall redeem his flesh
Desolation is our call
Standing under the streetlights
In the cornеr of both past and future
Counting nails from a box
Impatience tеaring his face apart
The clocking anxiety which ceased to stop
Impinging sounds cut through the roaring skies
The trumpets of the numbing void
Will break through the walls of nothingness
Gazing under the hour's spell
At the soundless storms of decay
On hands and knees
Feeling the concrete spines
The breathing mirrors
Reminding what people looked like
But the look is immersive
As there can be just one
It′s not a clone but the man observed
Calm returns, the pounding beating chest
Let him wash away the other's pain
(06:31)
Arson
Sanguine for thy elimination
The solution in snuffing out all the human race
A little shadow running across the concrete
Losing itself in the vast sunset
Between the clouds the dusk illuminates a face
Deficient fear gasping the worthless
Malignantly useless
The last messiah′s never-ending chant
As the crimson curtain closes
And the lights have now dimmed
Memories will be carved in coffins
A sash of despair sacking one's soul
Behold the pacifier
A selfless benefactor of those who never were
The last standing man to burn the book of his kind
Accepting its shining defeat
The warmth embracing his heart
A mirage dangling at the edge of glory
To leave or to hold, for I am a mirage
Lighting a candle to ignite my human condition
A healer of aches consuming the wrinkled face
Lost in his abyssic and contorted mind
Consumed far beyond the improvement
The pieces have now been assembled
Self-destruction in despair to crave his grief
The arsonist of his time
Hissing wordless voices of those who were dead
Beyond the clearing of flames
Sealing our icy tomb
In madness, in chaos
Bone-deep mayhem
In devastation of flesh
Gardens of untold stories
Rebirthing among the smoke
Screams and fear
Turning silent among the dead
Tyrannical militant
The arsonist of his time
Flooded with the luminous sunshine
Enticing the weary traveler
To fail at life
(08:54)
Ebb
A sparkling light becoming the sun of foretime
As never seen before
Dazzling out in full force
Heralds proclaiming silence
Crawling to extinction
Impinging agony without memory
Kadupul flower
Queen of the night
We are just one
A closed portal
A gate to unknown desires
Trapping me more than life
Ebon shadows
Lucid lines under the brush of the ignorant
It′s more than a dream
And more than a man
It's the made-up canvas behind the glass
The childish chant
The comforting smell, thy heaven on еarth
The shelter for thе needy, a tunnel for the weak
Thrill and faint, holding the pass to the fall
Staggering beneath the labyrinth
Holding his hands in fervorous anxiety
Disillusioned, we conjure our hope
To dance at the rhythm of the puppeteer
While a high-pitched shout seduces my illusion
Consolation beneath the whipping massacre
(05:32)
Mirage
Pieces will never tell the whole story
Crushing the unbreakable glass
Heat escaping through the unknowable reflection
An unseen pattern in fragments inside the golden room
To be born in a world of cosmic misrule
Raised outside of the natural order
The bleakest tragedy of human errors
The unbodied puppet show
Glassy shades pulled against the sun
Hiding the light from the fool′s sight
Whispers cutting the surfacе unremarked
Slickly sliding along faulty and clumsy lines
What arе you looking for?
Leaving broken bones behind
Upon the treacherous murder
Witchery accursing the past
Nothing but gloom in the horizon
Filled with contractions of fate
Stuck in this restless walk
Life's but a walking shadow
Ticking my steps for nothing
Searching between worlds
To embrace the voices encircling my head
Feeling engulfed by the scars of emptiness
Overcoming the fearful anxiety
Delivering a despairing monologue
A desolated crossroad between awakening and death
Murdering nightmares upon thy survival
Surrounded by the unknown
And overwhelmed with shame
An infinite land filled with sorrow
The lap of a luxury season
That used to be called our soul
(06:38)
Mantle
Birth opens the gate of death
Between the sentence lies the path of life
Traveled by all sentient beings
All are born
All will die
The unnameable state determined by illness
Stockpile of gathered karmas
We must pass through this enviable state
Feeling that something is oddly off
In extremis believers
Surreal poetic flaw
Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery
Everything achieved ten thousand years ago
Dictated on a snuff tape with a conflicting end
Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies
The sounds and smells that made me forget
A cheap solution to block our regrets
Sailing alone the frozen rivers
Surrounded by legions of souls
But yet all alone
Trapped within this solitude world
Haunted by memories of foretime
Running miles with nowhere to go
A meaningless life, a Broadway show
Screaming for help, Does anyone hear?
Echoes in our heads, What does serenity mean?
Hope is an illusion, an optimist′s prediction
(05:17)
Laude
Inside a chaotic and beautiful lie, A wounded work of pain
Divine but torn, wreaking havoc on our hearts
In a divine confusion
Blinded by everything
Crooked feelings pick at our troubled mind
So the passage to sleep gets harder to accept
We close our eyes and wonder
The harmonies of the road
Walking in the dark tripping and falling
We get up and step into the light
Along the muted stones and driest leaves
Life being crafted under cold winters
Hidden roads inside the wastelands
Storms diverting the path unto new horizons
If the shores were not ravaged
By human greed and ignorance
Resilience would draw a wall of adventures
Ingrained in our cells
The places of Mother Earth are connected on their terms
Nothing detached in the collective souls
Strained ropes around our neck as we cross the burning bridge
Icon of strength without rage
Universal sense of awareness
Waiting to be heard
Bent down on our back, old oaths thrown in the wind
We′re cursed through sludge and torment
Never turning our back to the haunting flares
Onwards to our endless rest
Falling asleep, our feet marching the sphere
Vibrations of a bell, let the madness rise
Not a whisper, not a thought
Not a kiss, no luck to be lost
(06:26)
*Dormant
Sunrise has shaped the city
these streets have sculpted my mind
Alone he rushes without sorrow or love
A grinding smile
Teardrops depict his face
Within the rainbows tale
The beauty of a sharp edged field
Unveiling the unreachable treasure
Where others behold the wasteland
Listen to the wind devouring the golden strings
A wandering life of joy and grace
Thank Lord, for the man who is perky
He who sings of a bright morning
Consumed by the golden waves of ecstasy
pain throughout the mundane night
he treads on pierces of shattered glass
I detest the skies for they enlighten this being
He who knows nothing but his will
He who melts his flesh
As his hopes lash away
The great myths of men
Tomorrow's blistering child
The undying agony of not knowing
The insatiable path to ignorance
Under the deepest nightmare
I let myself wonder
Whose shadow walks that path?
Mine or his
On their very last will
We shall shift the tides
we just want to feel the flood...
The rivers causing the soil to avulse
Unpleasantries of human existence
The Abolishment of Suffering
May he rip these walls at last
Within the beat of a pathetic pulse
This won't matter to them as everyone's gone
To abolish his venom towards his kind
He shall crawl through the passage
A wrenched servant
A vanquished carcass
To exist in this world
Misunderstanding yourself
Let the universe hang your corpse
The authentic therapy for your dormancy
Self-hypnotic dirge
The potential of everlasting fulfillment
Conscious Mastery in Leading damnation
The pursuit of what's already lost
The dormancy in a shackled nightmare
(07:46)
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01:00:46
"Limbo" Full Length 2020
Tipo: Full Length
Fecha de Lanzamiento: 24 de Julio del 2020
To Ain
No oppression on the horizon
Not a single lie spit by tongue
As an aimless vagabond I fall
Addicted to lethal life, it’s so magnificent
The great boundary among the enlightened
Their blackened visions feed from thy memorials
Provocative veil is lifted
Vain, avaricious, dead
Their Irony exceeds them
And the cost: Everything
Grotesque flaws
Everyday neuroses
The sound of silence relieves me
Consumes me
Inflicting Chaos. To Ain!
Nothing he believes is real
As I keep sliding back to life.
This is my last flight
Still, silent, serene
Howls from the past
And the birds are not flying high
A muted scream suffocates my mind
Is lethargy keeping us alive?
I will not let these flames take me.
Sunrise behind the curtain so peaceful of mind
He’s a fantasist.
A wanderer of the Void
I learned not to fear infinity
Seems more like a burden than a source of joy
Going up the stairs
I tend to jump through the fields of glass
These are the colors
Colors of Eternity
One by one
With arms wide open
We will fall
To Ain!
Chilling whispers,
teardrops you won’t hear the calling
Weeping rivers, flowing in haunting seas
In waves
Out of key you are, you’re so...
This golden dawn will dive with me.
Along the shining idols
Twinkle the milky way of life,
Stretched to the point of never-ending line
Ten thousand stories remain untold
I hate mankind, for I am
one of the best of them
And I know how bad I am.
What is a man?
A miserable pile of secrets
Cold and vacant
The strange, uncanny, mysterious
And as I fall
Into the abyss of this mundane world
I stare and glare, my boundless extent
One by one
With arms wide open
We will fall
To Ain!
(11:15)
Null
Swallowed by dejection
The cartridge I wore
The golden one was left behind
Perverse I secretly am
God knew it better
My scars could attest
My dispassionate pleasure
Ripping the skin from bone
The torment of flesh
The shell that encloses
As heavy as stone
My heart may endure
Under the sun
This Familiar pain
I assumed an ultimate form
Splendid and passionate
Pearls of hunger
Ripple through my bones
More sorrow than madness
Than I have ever known
Set the eyes on fire
Blazing Red
Inner screams
Echoes in my skull
Anger pulses
A trashing stream in my veins
My gnarled body
A trapping cage
A torturous smile
Indulgence blends with grief
They beg for more
But they do so in vain
My head still thrashes
Demanding to be heard
The boundaries between perception
And reality still dim
Transcending thoughts
For one day
Tainted body and mind
Will do nothing but obey
I am phenomenal
Fierce, strong, and audacious
I am proud to be owned
I’m honored to be His slave
With passion I serve Him
With gratitude I bend my knees
He awakens the deepest parts of me
Where once I couldn't fell
(06:00)
Glare
Slackly watching the glare of the bucolic hillsStumbling in mirrors without blindfolds aside
Jubilating the chants of a broken past
When the fear steps in, blind man can see
If we all fear, we will be forever blind
The reflex of a strained face
Not a single broken mirror screen
Sense of tomorrow
Black puddle of mudd
Unfolds the path
Unstoppable carnage of unfaithful dreams
In this somber world, one can never behold us
An obscure meeting, a screen that is so dirt
Infant dreams
Reveal the glare
360 degrees of light
Don't be fooled by the mask we create
For this is all a lie
Blending affections
Departed souls wonder a showcase of pride
Burning desire of blindness
Just watching it passing by
Wasting time
Living the most obsolete life
And searching for ways to escape
Fall into the deepest coma
This putrid sphere deserves no lightness
Once so brave with its flaunting walls
Fashion of reflections
Vanity of a gloomy life
A brighter world, a gentle gaze
A field of withered grass
Visible glittering at sunlight
The sweet glances can show a shred of our code
A voyage of fractured thrills
Dripping down from the waterfall
The glow from the gems outshines the moonlight
The reflex of a pale face
Not a single broken display
Sense of the Future
May your ripped out chest
Rot in the Sky
From the waters that I'm damned to cross
The glimpse of darkness
Memories of a forgotten world
I know no other way
Sickened of prowl on a celestial stone
Through frosted avenue
We walk alone
A massive vortex
To unfold the truthful breach
(07:15)
Conspiranoia
Reflections of what you areImagination is overpriced
Sadly rooted, an old version of myself
So passionately in others minds
That can't be seen
As anything else
They think I desire no affection
Cutting strings
Escaping reality
Leave it all behind
As If it was only myself
No one seems to notice
My mind is my own paradise
Trapped inside
I can see clearly now
Risks are getting higher
I don't need your consent
A man on the spectrum
The darkest shade to define fate
Spread the arms away
My demons should be
Glorified
The dark lurks through the night
Wicked soul
A loop of flesh and blood
Never look back
Don't question myself
Poison my mind
Eyes dazzling
Heart pure gold
Contagious
No equal form
Its threatening
A bone taken from
The elder men
Uttering words
Seem so unreal
Why do I feel
Unrivaled
And just yearn
For a kind face
While the others long to be
In some distant fate
Between what is and what is not
absorbed by us
Men would rather walk
through the Void
Advantage, Satisfaction
In conspiracy with its equals
Possessing the quiet and ultimate truth
He shall fall from afar
Mesmerized by the breeze's flavour
Suspended in Space-time
Falling headlong
in the most impressive way
Against the Human race
(09:14)
Urge
A recipe for a hazard built out of scraps
Time is but a putrid conception
To get loose from this drug fuelled romp
A lighting second take out your breath
Deeper, nastier
Discriminate the sense of right or wrong
Express core will tremble
Neurotic obsession knows no rest
No brighter path
On a slash of sugar truths
Pain
Ostracize the taste of men
Death
Satisfaction by Passion
Urge
Decimation in darkness
Madness embrocates my breath
The ocean of being rips us apart
The fall of the wanderer amuses his master
Distance. closure, love
Pleasant numbness
Psychic structure
Skin exudation
Unsavory thoughts
A mold covered nest
Teardrops
Empty conscience
Flanked by a timbered realm
Under the orb
Of a pale blue sky
Awareness lips
Celestial candlelight
Whispers of silence
So sacred above
Dogged with your unsettling whisper
Doting eyes staring down at them
Endless seclusion is the only choice
Factual desire is a fable
The deaf will surpass it's creator
Splitting their lives apart
Shrilling of Silver tongues
Future dreams deep down in codeine spoons
Swallowed by the almighty dictator
Who wrote their noxious code
No blood pressure cut down on your throat
Full pleasure on our sculpture of flesh
"How to transcend this sensual emptiness.
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks,
Cut stems struggling to put down feet,
What saint strained so much,
Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?
We won't figure out who he is
But who we are through hearing him
Discomfort and humour
Pain
For the blank scum
Death
We miss our desire
Urge
I miss having lust
(04:49)
Mare
Thy sadness hung around usAn uniform of tailored tears
Clear vision starts to fade away
When freedom was missed
You should scamper away into black abyss
Loneliness crawls under the skin
An undertone voice shouts through the wind
Mountains were tumbled down one by one
On this wide earth the horizon reveals the ocean
Overflowing in ecstasy
Magnificent azure
A lantern uncovers the road
Spectrum of a banshee wrapped in disguise
We have just found a new paradise
This time without any mistakes
Saturation muffled by the pain
Been there with them all through the land of nothing
Broken hourglass
This way leads us to the great fountain
We're stuck in the desert of sand
Wondering if oasis shall be attained
Sunshine is no more
A cloud moves scarcely in the dusk
Will we see any stars
We are the gazers of fondness
Floods of sea foam will melt away
Anxious and numb we await
And a clearly reveals
May our Liberating mind
Crash in the shores...
Gentle pond of grease
Under the green seaweed
Set on the banks of a
Paralyzed routine
We stop to wonder
The Iron bridge
The Black Swan flashes
Like windy arcs of bounty
Under a gloomy
Blanket of shadows
In a celestial and golden sky
Painted in the eyes
Of the promised land
Only slack memories
Passion has fled
For the greater call
I'll run on your command
Gentle breeze of the sea
I hear you calling my name
Dancing with
The waves on the coast
Drowned in these waters
Waves of a vain life
Sliding away from the world
We once recalled
Can't control breathing
Each breath is so heavy
The core slowly fades
I soak on my blood...
(13:11)
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11 enero 2023
"Unsettling Whispers" Full-Length 2018
Tipo: Full Length
Fecha de Lanzamiento: 22 de Junio de 2018
Svn
Like a dying and departed tribe
Some are born to crawl into the
pockets of the living with no ancient
creature to worship one depends
on the personal will to evolve as
a pure unique individual
They stand yet they cannot
Stop they walk yet they
never touch the ground
The tall dark structure made
them pay for their feelings
they are born sinless and
die blankly with no
ancient creature to worship
they stare to the sun
without blindness to
overcome them
Yet they rot for what
to be no one they
want to claim the puissance
they stand yet they
cannot stop they walk
yet they never touch the ground
(06:20)
Absent
Suicide is part of our life
While wasting time with consuming tasks
Eat all you see, you see nothing
Hopes are shelters to hide the vision of yourself
Seventy sixty decay begun
Greed makes the world move around
And it dropped like nuclear bombs
A fake truth will liberate our minds
Is it a deuce in disguise
Look at your body
A painted puppet, a poor toy
of jolted parts ready to collapse
A diseased and suffering thing
With a heart full of false imaginings
The price of truth is too high to be paid
Let us live with this cheap life
(05:13)
Whispers
Wall of emptiness
Sadness of destruction
The future visions
The smell of numbness
Pale face, no utterance, no mask
No feelings, no nothing, just something
Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
Just once again "Try to be free" they said
Walkers waiting with their mouth wide open to the sky
Looking at a palm full of silicon images and ideals
instant gratification is replacing more meaningful searches
Pale face, no utterance, no mask
No feelings, no nothing, just something
Hard to get, hard to give, hard to live
Just once a gain "Try to be free" they said
Just a lost cat
How will the unborn child look like?
Searching for the screen codes to evolve
We used to be the network
We still are the network
Wandering in the streets
Living to stare just one more day
And playing while the ground burns away
This does not feel to be alive
Yet the pale man has spoken
"Will you join us?"
We are just slaves of our creations
(08:34)
Lifeless Inmmortality
Walk faster
Move longer
Choose the path
Society makes us believe
That we will last forever
Born lifeless and live with no feelings
A puppet of something that we never signed for
From the day that a wheel rolled into our lives
Straight into mankind
This can't be fixed
We can't be fixed
Hanging in the trees in the corners of the corp
They made us believe in pure immortality
Fighting everyday for something we never voted for
Waking up from a dream
Controlled by a thing and buried by a machine
White walls
We'll be forever trapped inside these
White walls
Connected to disconnect
Is the truth that expensive?
So why don't we afford it?
What is the price of one's mistakes?
They should be ours
Because we all made it
Straight into mankind
This can't be fixed
We can't be fixed
Fighting everyday for something we never voted for
Waking up from a dream
Controlled by a thing and buried by a machine
(05:20)
Extension to Nothingness
We nothing are but the ashtray of our own unattainable dreams
Shadows of what we once were
the clock is slowing ticking
on our way we should have run faster
The truth is out there
And as an extension to nothingness
We turn our back to the light
For they hold the digit that colors the sky
As a burning attempt to burn us all
Just a form, not a human
Just a number, not a face
Just another lost maggot in this puile of rotten bodies
Just a number, not a face
Just a code, not a soul
We all know suffering is so much better
Its odor is worth worship
Like the pale creature once told
I envy who all the world holds
Hid as they climb
Those lying bodies rot
Underneath the falling laws
Just a form, not a human
Just a number, not a face
They deny both fear and time
Just a number, not a face
Just a code, not a soul
And as their fall begins
Joy and calm takes over
Till death shows its cards
Till the void opens once more
No last tales shall be told
(05:42)
Cycle of Decay
In individuals insanity is rareWithin groups, parties, nations and epochs
That's the law
Existing by the rules of a diseased group
Counting days to be someone
Yelling loud we live in a long and vast land
Minds bent by the box
Wandering in the streets
Wings of desire
Obey the world
Be one of them
Standing upon the wall
It feels like we are on the edge of a cliff
Give the first step
And do it over and all over again
And as the cycle of decay consumes him
He holds all the world's dreams
And while his fallen brothers open their arms
His body cracks
And all they stare is that dead misfortuned body
Dead
Staring at the sun
(04:46)
Catharsis
Obey and dieWhen death comes
Relief will consume you
Pain is not a burden anymore
To stare will hurt once more
Those blank walls
Sculpted from burned bodies
Desolation and anger
To be trapped in someone's body
Life is just a gateway for something greater
Clearer
Lights out
Shout it out loud
A new chapter has begun
Embrace it like you never done it before
Because you claimed to be the one
The chosen
Yet you have born from that putrid hole
Your path was useless yet so precious
The trumpets call
As clouds evolve
Failure strikes
(05:50)
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