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Whore
04:14
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Blur
05:05
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Static time carries on
over the tears and screams,
feeble cries can be heard,
all of them noise far apart.
Vision, wretched can't focus,
not ahead, nor behind,
past, present and future,
all of them blurred.
The past is dead and buried,
the future is black and dreadful,
time dies faster and faster,
with no memories to keep,
for all of them are so brief,
all of them are just blur.
The present time is dead,
the stillborn future, darkened,
shed my worthless blood,
upon the shapeless memories and wishes.
Future ahead, is a dead end,
even the fields outside the road,
are blurry memories of pain,
thorns, in my wretched heart...
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Scars
08:11
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Exploding spheres of neutron gas,
dying so far above,
sparkles in the howling void,
sores in the skin of the night.
Edges of sorrow, run through the night,
shooting stars in the crying sky,
silver dying ornaments,
from nightmares had during day.
Lingering carcasses, over my skin,
bleeding, crying, twitching,
marks of shame, memories of torment,
galaxies of rotten dreams.
I feel the cold
night in my naked skin,
The tears that can't be wept,
sheding in crimson rivers of hate.
The nails, pierce my skin,
dragging the sadness away,
and the slit, once full of pain,
shall now heal in ecstasy.
Look at this withered sky,
covered in stars, in sparks,
look, how much sadness I've carved out,
and how much is still left to...
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Frail Breeze of Blood
04:29
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Veil of Tears
05:11
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My eyes, blur the funereal images,
for these tears flowing,
like rivers in my face,
rivers that shall never see the sea.
Mourning existence, shall I bear,
for my own death, my funeral,
this, attended just for the maggots,
feasting on my reeking flesh.
and I cry...
My death, like my life, means nothing
but the funeral rites, shall be carried on,
for my soul to finally find rest,
for my soul to finally dream forever.
So now clad in black,
I dwell the haunted corridors,
holding the memories hiden in those shades,
for I am the only witness, of this pain.
The tears flow, as I realize,
there are no memories to keep, for I never lived,
I existed, as a broken husk,
and the veil goes down, to cover my face,
With Bitter tears...
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Shameful Lies
06:23
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Lies I live in them
Lies I hear them everytime
Lies I spoke them in the past
Liar that what I am!
Call me a bastard and call me a scum
but in your soul you know we are similar
Liars, filthy scums, liars all of you
I am so nice, I am so trustfull
You think I've never lied to you
But my whole life is a lie
Your life is a lie too
You hate me for my lies but you lie too
You hate me for all, blame me for all
You lied too, look into your soul,
similar scums that what we are
Lies I live in them
Lies I hear them everytime
Lies I spoke them in the past
Liar that what I am!
Lies I am One of them
Lies I live in them
Lies I hear them everyday
Lies I speak them now
when I tell you I never lied
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Wraith
09:39
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I prowl
through the dark corridors
of isolation,
looking for an exit, my death .
For I have now became a Wraith,
testament of that I once was,
cold mirage of living days,
that have now turned to gray.
I linger in this haunted,
unwanted existence,
life is nothing I asked for,
nothing I can refuse.
In this tower of silence,
I cry for help, to quit this life,
yet I'm a ghost, not to be heard,
in the silent and sempiternal isolation.
Make me vanish,
from this isolation,
push me to the eternal pits,
of oblivion.
Where this portrait of pain,
will shatter, in a thousand pieces,
and will release my soul,
to the eternal clutch of death.
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N-Z (2i16i2)
06:10
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Amongst the joyful trees
you bestowed me your eyes
which looked through my being
windows to a sempiternal shining.
We didn't need words, our realm of silence
became a void amongst the sacred woods.
We walked together the blessed path,
where the dying leaves fell like tears,
where the cold breeze christened us,
path of sweetness, path of bitterness.
Amongst the gray cold breeze, one leaf
you gifted me, the only memory I keep of you.
When the light abandoned us,
and night fell upon our beings,
we embraced each other, whispering to ourselves,
words evoking on me, emotions never felt.
And now you're gone, following your dreams,
while I remain here, in the howling darkness,
glooming over my only memory of you,
wishing with all my soul your return.
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Tunnel Vision
04:53
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Ich weiß es nicht, wo meine Tot ist gekommen
ich weiß es nich wenn sie wird gegangen sein.
Meine ganzen Welt ist grau,
der Sonne, die Blumen, ihre Augen.
Mein Hertz ist traurig und zerbrechlich,
ertrunken in der Endelose Nacht.
Es gibt keine Fantasie, keine Schönheit,
im einer Welt mit ohne Lichten, still,
Allein bin ich, und ich wird,
Weil ich von die Fantasie und Farben exiliert bin.
Ich steht nicht hier, nicht jetzt,
ich bin ein Traumgänger, Zeitlos, Platzlos.
Diese Nacht wird nicht ende,
und ich kann nicht von hier weglaufen.
ich kann nur traum, und traum,
und traum...
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Z-R (6hu21e0)
05:29
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In warm sunlight and tall grass,
over the hill and silent trees,
we laid embraced, we slept, we dreamt.
"I Love you" you said,
"I love you too" I replied.
Althought our ways were already split,
distance wasn't going to keep us apart,
but so was fear.
You were so wonderful, so joyful,
so charming and tender lady.
At the end we split apart,
none of us was brave enough.
And now in my eternal darkness,
in this grisly isolation,
I look back to the past we shared,
glooming over your departure.
I wish I could embrace you once again,
and listen to your voice,
I wish I could tell you once more,
How much I loved you.
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Die Nacht ist gestorben
und der Sonne hängt über das graues Firmament.
Mein Blut fließt zum Schatten,
und das Licht tötet mich langsam,
ich schließe meine Augen,
doch meine Zeit gekommt ist,
zu kaltes, zu graues,
zu dunkles Sonnelicht...
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Where the dying scream was echoed by blood,
her lifeless corpse has taken place,
rot by the pale and cold sunlight,
her blood is being shed upon this blackened grave.
Deflied the sacred place
with her stenching corpse has been.
Either alive, either dead,
Ea, my lifeless bride will dream.
So let the gray sun burn her flesh,
her soul has been already shed.
Through day and night, her blood has dreamt,
under the freezing light, she has awake.
Her veins have drained, but all around her,
the grey has gone, her blood has shone.
Trapped in the gloom of this grisly town,
I miss her eyes, her voice, her skin;
and although she's gone, I hear her voice,
she sings all day, she greets, she lives.
Her eyes bloom, extoling colour amongst the grey,
magenta, red, purple and green,
her fragance, her life and joy, invade the town,
bursting colours amongst the old gray grottos.
But this garden, is not alive,
for her image is just a wraith, a mirage.
Her joyful soul compels me in neglecting loneliness;
and soon enough, I'll share your blooming tomb.
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IMPERATOR Xalapa, Mexico
2012 - present
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