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Diakrisis
00:30
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Non basta forse che ci condanni alla morte eterna a cagione del peccato dei nostri padri, e che ci faccia subire la severità della tua legge? Bisogna ancor che accresca il nostro tormento con l'Evangelo, e che anche in quello tu ci faccia annunziare la tua giustizia e la tua collera?
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DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI
De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine. Domine, exaudi vocem meam.
Fiant aures tuae intendentes, in vocem deprecationis maeae.
DISINCARNATE
Lo-fi summae vitae mysterium, mia beneamata nemesi,
mates I never needed, this journey is mine,
but my enemy I always loved.
How strange that you built this door for me to escape...
I accuse my fellow men, empty shells possessed.
I know where I come from and this world is the wood for my combustion.
I stand here before the cross, no tears left to cry,
Longinus is a shred of my body that fell halfway
ready to disincarnate.
Lo-fi summae vitae mysterium, mia beneamata nemesi.
Blurred among multitudes of agonies, Atlas needs a glitch.
I soar to see the lamb bleed.
How strange that you built this door for me to escape...
Hanging from a ghostly thread, unknown to guilt I rebound this earth.
On the stairway to and fro with such heavy legs and arms,
into unsafe horizon flesh turns to clots of light
ready to disincarnate.
Make it so that my feelings can rise to thee,
purified by the flames 'cause of the torment that I made mine,
challenging these my mortal remains.
Make it so that I can escape from the saturnine rounds of severity
and that I can reside in the heart of your light
and in the depths of thy fire
that such knew how to stir up my conscience.
Amnesia no more.
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Phaedra's Dream
06:32
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From the repetitive dirge of white noise I call your name,
As the spasms of time mourn that sweet music you couldn't dance to.
You're like a headless meanade posing and I strecht out my hand to your voice
as I heard it multiplied in the labyrinths of screaming mania.
"No flowers for her" says your epitaph.
Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death.
The gardens of the dead fall into the waters of eternal life.
On the edge of a savage precipice I lend my image to the deserter idol.
"No flowers for her" says your epitaph.
Love bleeds,love hurts,love is killing death.
Wide open eyes over your calvary dig the pit of the burning hearts.
I'll heal your shame and you'll forgive yourself.
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Lamma Sabactani
03:50
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You've sacrificed my flesh, you let the beast scent my blood
'cause you were searching for your firstborn in brotherhood and separation.
Why have you God forsaken me?
What's the price of your glory? Am I the body of your light?
Deep into the abyss of your mistake here I witness who came before you.
Why have you God forsaken me?
In blood and tears I realize, pierced through the nails of deicide,
I return the destiny of the might, Barbelos talks to me through blackened skies.
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Metanoia
02:47
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Black is the shine out of the dark,
I need to trace your fire, I need to burn my steps.
Show me the sign, raise from the dead,
Anima Mundi calls me to leave it all behind.
Metanoia.
I need to lock this infernal flux, sharpening the blade of your burning wheel.
Cut off the shells of pain, cut off the parasites.
Expurgavit - Emendavit.
Cross euthanasia, discharge me from the pain.
Calvarium consolamenti sanguinat.
Byzantine cyanide, suicidal paradise:
the parade of tears where my Ego dies.
Metanoia.
I need to lock this infernal flux, sharpening the blade of your burning wheel.
Cut off the shells of pain, cut off the parasites.
Expurgavit - Emendavit.
No pact before criminal amnesia.
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The Vulture's Mouth
06:07
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Ancient twin, you sit at my left, waiting for our joining day,
you always lead me to follow your footsteps though I mislead you into greeting fate.
No, I've been holding the wheel of time, you know this is our pact,
all of our tries to meet before the grind-up made you out of me to live forever.
Don't let me go to the realm of those who are just roaming in vain,
'cause I must flee the vulture's mouth.
Crow and voyant, your flesh is your breathing, a double-edged knofe that cuts off so sweet,
you know, you won't attack me from behind, I'll find you when I'll read your sign.
I've been holding the wheel of time.
Don't let me go to the realm of those who are just roaming in vain,
'cause I must flee the vulture's mouth,
'cause I won't feed the vulture's mouth.
These are just words,empty words that speak of a higher void
that fills our days thinning this earthly diaphragm.
What's gonna take life used to feed life itself
'cause only the vulture advises the plunderer.
My friend, you made my day.
In the midst of death I am in life.
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Mania
05:36
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As we pull you towards us with a golden rope
and dream of you in the mirrors of aberration,
where the only solace is the dismay of the passage
because as soon as you'll wake you'll lay your eyes on us,
like nooses over our heads.
Oh Mania,
oh Mania dream, dream of all of us,
Oh Mania,
pray that your dream is lucid enough.
You would have burned these fields after the anxious sowing,
like a cruel mother devouring her own sons.
Cobwebs like eyelashes beat to the rhythm of a feverish light,
lives that stream as a prelude to the tarantula's bite,
like nooses over our heads.
Oh Mania,
oh Mania dream, dream of all of us,
Oh Mania,
pray that your dream is lucid enough.
Pray so that you can take us with you someday.
We all walk on the rope of a memory
that tells a great story,
make it so that the ending be happy.
Shadows dangling from the branches of nervous waking
'till the wheel shall stop,
but when shall it, oh Mania?
Maybe the day your head will explode
and with it all the paths of men?
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Martyrium
04:13
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Abominated heritage of a reign never forgotten,
the echo of divine exile calls for young blood,
shadows of a golden age from the borders of aurora.
Fate has made a fake king out of me.
I am the flesh of the gods.
"Death" you say,
though I know I give my life to this world.
Ordeal of joy and farewell,
no pain no salvation.
Fate has made a fake king out of me.
I am the flesh of the gods.
When the curtain falls
up the gallow's pole...
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Uranian (Ad Gratiam)
08:23
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These bleeding walls are the nightmares
of this world that sings in my head
"No reincarnation
no false false consecration".
Is this enough?
I doubt it.
So I return it devils in blue.
Everlasting stigmata,
grace from Uranus.
Every step far beyond you is the pain that sets me free.
Blood from the scars of grace
before I join the choir of the lamenting widows,
this is not what you think we've found.
Blood from the scars of grace
before I join the choir of the hunting crows,
this is not what you think we've found.
Uranian Ad Gratiam.
Ratio fails as my heart knows
and it burns like the flame of the disobedient,
God's so merciful indeed.
No joy before the great crisis,
blessed are those who get lost in the way.
Doubt proves our holiness.
Oh, I am lost in your way.
Everlasting stigmata,
grace from Uranus.
Every step far beyond you is the pain that sets me free.
Blood from the scars of grace
before I join the choir of the lamenting widows,
this is not what you think we've found.
Blood from the scars of grace
before I join the choir of the hunting crows,
this is not what you think we've found.
Uranian Ad Gratiam.
If someone established his guilt
by your own weapons,
are these leading me to the nameless source?
(Epinoia):
This doubt that assails me,
that lacerates my flesh
and torments my very soul
is the means through I can see
the blood pouring out
of the swirl of your love.
Why have I to exorcise your exceeding rage
if I was meant to forgive your jealousy?
Come to me alone like a feverish shine in the dark,
may I be one with the blaze of your destructive fire.
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The Seven Bells Of Doom
05:28
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They writhe as they feel his thrill,
this urge to devastate rape and destroy,
as Saturn tolls the bells of doom
and draws me as I bleed
like trees swallowing the air.
Eternal skies
will be my only grave
as I'm running against time.
I unleash the force
of the ages stil to come
for victims of changes
are tired of restraining their blood.
Flames of purification
burn from above,
oh Lord breath fast.
They demand us to clear the queues of resistance,
where death cuts life off from her breast,
on the hill of gallows up high,
still from the flow of our lives.
Comedians will not be merciful,
ancient glories revive.
I unleash the force
of the ages stil to come
for victims of changes
are tired of restraining their blood.
Flames of purification
burn from above,
oh Lord breath fast.
Inhumanization is the law,
all of our hopes are gone.
I unleash the force
I am tired of restraining my blood.
Flames of purification
burn from above,
oh Lord breath fast,
oh Saviour reject the nails.
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You refused me,
you cast me,
didn't want me
nor loved me.
I call, I cling, I want
but nobody is hearing me.
Alone...
Where is my faith?
Even deep down here
nothing but emptiness and darkness.
Spiritual Critical Gothic.
If there is no God
there is no soul,
so even you Jesus
aren't true.
I have no faith,
no love,
no zeal.
Heaven means nothing
nothing to me.
How much this unknown pain hurts,
what am I tormenting myself for?
Spiritual Critical Gothic.
I have nothing.
Neither the reality
of the presence
of God.
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Firechild
05:08
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She comes in the darkest night,
she soars,
she is the torch
that shines so bright.
We are the magnet of the force untold,
the force that summons all of us to reborn,
to reborn from the shapes of this world,
inhuman path to everlasting beyond.
Burn firechild burn,
this is not meant to be real.
She sings ancient tales of the might,
she let her child steal a piece of the sun.
We are the magnet of the force untold,
the force that summons all of us to reborn,
we are her progeny,
we are her secret seed.
Burn firechild burn,
this is not meant to be real.
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Helalyn Flowers Rome, Italy
HELALYN FLOWERS are one of the most revolutionary female-fronted acts in the Industrial scene by performing a hugely unique
combination of Electro, Darkwave and Industrial Metal. Latest 6th studio album: Àiresis
Both members are currently active with their solo projects ‘Imjudas’ and ‘Noemi Aurora’.
💿Https://imjudasofficial.bandcamp.com
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