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La vita prosperò senza essere cosciente di sé stessa
E altrettanto incosciente si disperse attraverso notti senza avvenire
Dissemino nel fuoco gli eventi di una cupa promessa dimenticata
Gli occhi che han visto cose grandiose sono sprovveduti a vedere le loro rovine
Asperges me, hiatus
I am your lamb, place me on the sapphire altar
Tar claws in a pit of waiting teeth
No enterprise has an end in itself
No sacrifice ignores its inner vanity
I caught Icarus' ego: no leap prescinds from its inner vanity
Currents overwhelm me with memories long repressed
Thousand forms I abjure to reduce myself to a shadow
I immolate my flesh to you, no body contains me
Limbs, conscience, synthesis:
in thy depths I drown
In thy cerulean blood I bathe
In thy sacred chalice I plunge
Abandon me to your womb
These shores graze my mind, albeit alien
I remember these desperate, scattered clouds, fragments of my essence
Thousand moons in thousand spheres their sempiternal dance entwine
In them I resound in the indigo harmony
A breath of motionless cobalt: no longer I'm blood and bones
On the holiest ground, candor is spilled as blood
Miserere mei, hiatus
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In the village where I was born
I learned that an object of desire is such
Only if it is hidden beyond something
I've learnt to yearn it, but luckily I won’t be satisfied
In a past reincarnation
I’ve met the subtly superior power
Of vague beauty compared to the obvious one
Here I stand
An Imposing crystal palce
Among its mazes I wander
Splendid, frigid icy as frost
Tormented by cyclic amnesias,
whispers and whistles creep into my ears
While I drag myself to the upper floors
His anguish becomes pulsating
Around my worn out chest
Why is everything again stranger and familiar?
I grope, until I reach a terrace, with a small balustrade
It’s night out there, how long have I walked in here
Undergoing the time flow, passively?
I was so exhausted that
My slumber lasted until the following spring;
I made an egress to the terrace at dusk.
I realized the balcony faced north, where I could glimpse
A turquoise vein in the sky above mountains
The onset of a twilight I've long forgotten
Where I was born the objects of desire
Were hidden beyond sylvan shadows
I've always wanted to see them
But the voice that echoes behind will’s recesses
Led me to a safer place
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Dreadful was the madness
That drew me out of flesh' jaws
Never before I blurred my thought
Until I perceived sense's horizon
Now, blind, its throat peers into my bowels
It digs, inside my orbits, a purple weeping
I dare a step further
Cyanotic shrieks paint deeper tides
Ddull flames glimmer in apatite
The world bows to a silent twilight
I let the perpetual fall plunge me
Into an eternity of pitch
Here I lie
I gazed the web unbinding
Vain is its weaving
Vain are its scaffolds
Alabaster ichor ever drifts me
Sub-ego, between my cracks I gasped
Concealed is deception
Consumed by what it feeds
Same nature, multiple faces stir into it
Seed of the same fade
Reduced to one to fill it
Thus that Zero
Would never be empty
Drowned in ether Bounded in Ouroboros
Vacuous hope
I vibrated in these vault winds
I never thought
To these shores
Aim my mind again;
Rise to naught
To embrace their torment
Thus that One
would never be full
Ancient sovereign of withered ardor
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Cupio Dissolvi
05:03
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In Starlike Ancient Eyes
05:51
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I am them, I am the one who beholds
What led me to al this?
Orbitless, through orbitless worlds
My iris delves, but on the horizon of those
Nothing but filthy soil boils
Drowning me, my descent he awaits
Where my empty caves stand
Stare at me! Air flowing into my veins
I wish other shoulders would bear my burden
Cause I crawled more than I’ve ever soared
Listen. This black bile echoes in a time
That is too old to ever consider my existence
This mud in starslike ancient eyes
Swarms ferments, devouring me
And I, twisted shadow of myself reflection
Only reflection of truth of a thousand times dead god
Am the vain monument
From those gazes I sensed the hunger, dissolving into them.
To rise is to fall, soothe
In a never glutted flame
Time became sand
Unveil what for so long was forgotten, deep delving in myself
Obtaining nothing but dust:
For too long I was blind in life chalice's inebriety
Soundless mouth, faceless face
I am the one who beholds, and itself devours
Brittle bones: In hollow eyes this pitch seethes
Restless plunging from a horizonless summit
As i fall through the ruins sun has never been so far
Aphonic, deathless downfall
Eternity: rise is but a cold spasm
I am the one who beholds
I am them, I am the one who beholds, and forever...
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Along steps that I acknowledge as mine
Nerve's wrath quiets down
Yet, these trails no longer belong to me
August fires ignite this blackness
which recalls an instant’s whiff:
Crimson crowns wither in tears and dust
On my whole body
An eyed corolla always blooms
Deep concealed inside my pride’s fog
They peer into my sin
I deserve their condemnation:
Of my purple lymph, from the lowest lair oozed
There will blaze a last, desperate ascent
I yearn for oblivion:
Infinite times I enjoyed
A luminous legacy
Infinite times I nourished
Infinite times I fed
A smoke filled truth
What will be is silent, but what has been speaks
Through its own voice, an echo of its sentence
The silver river reflects what’s become ash
But no longer those moments belong to me
Seven pairs of opal wings
Riding upon six triads of ebony hooves
Piercing the sulfurous horizon
In my miserable tension to infinity
Every bone, every fiber was shattered
The irony of beholding eternity... to throw it away
“But my seed is an empty shell”
Who sows won't harvest, but my seed is an empty shell
And no one will get its fruits
No peak will be worth the traveled path
No summit will revere the valley from which arose
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I never craved
For the sight of this place
And I’ll never flee from it
This canvas drowns in the silence
Of its fading shades
Hollow spheres ooze nothing but
Dust...
Like a relentless flood
When the will withdraws
Troops of sterile mouths
Was it I, who torn out the clay with my own hands?
I escape from my flesh
I meet a subtle retribution
A tighter cage
Was it I, who faced numbness as a bonebreaking fardel?
Blind I watched over
A dim eternity
On the glare of truth from afar
This land is deaf to
To its children shrieks
Infinite times corroding my
Self...
I've been weaving the plots
Of my abyss and now
I found an empty grail
Was it I, who led a fool crusade in the first place?
And here I glimpse a stone
Inscribed with two worlds
I'm wide awake inside
The dreaming mind of a lonely god screened in a dark chamber
...And it's blissful
But it doesn't feel like home
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I, Voidhanger Records Italy
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