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Prelude: Neurosis
03:27
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Behind the window
21:17
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Remember, those years of solitude long gone,
the chaos that held your actions and choices,
the unjustified hatred that bled from your mouth,
the eternal curse that chased you.
Remember, the mirage of her eyes,
embedded within a mirror image,
hidden over the nocturnal skyline,
forever present in your dreams.
Remember, that momment when you heard her voice,
the tender smile which drawn you to her,
the laughter and momments,
which made you linger to her side.
Remember, how after the failed quest, the light shone,
how you didn't mind your failure and woe,
how you didn't care about a single thing,
and all you wanted was stay next to her.
Remember, how you both stayed together in silence,
how you both chatted and laughed,
how you both told each other your love,
how you never dared to really mean what you sought.
Remember, how you would call her "Neurosis",
as she had embodied your dream,
how she would speak as if she had a thousand of years,
how would you zealously treasure her affection.
Remember that time, when the light seemed so close,
remember your eyes blinded by it,
remember how dumbstruck you were by her drugging voice,
and how you did wander until you couldn't hear it anymore.
And all I could do was that,
remember the days, the time I've lost,
for I have strayed from the path to the light,
and I found myself falling into this chasm of darkness.
I clutched to her hands, trying not to fall,
I tried to listen to her voice, as much as I could,
"I love you" she whispered, as we laid on the grass,
my heart trembled as the dusk fell upon us,
and just like the droplets of dew on a stroke of the sun,
she's just gone from my arms, she has left a silhouette of smoke.
I was taken away from you,
all the sound was noise, hum, that faded out in you absence,
my voice would break and clog my throat,
my words weren't worth to be spoken,
and all that was to be said, was held in silence, in fear,
vows were made in the altar of solitude,
as your memory enchained me to these fields of shattered glass,
as the pain condemned my skin to shed and bleed,
on the sacred plains of insanity, all of my madness laid and stood,
all of it but my Neurosis, for she was just gone,
in her sacred temple, enthroned as the memory that never was,
and clad in these silver blades now embedded in my flesh,
I can only remember how your hands felt,
how your body vibrated next to mine,
I could only imagine your voice,
whose words were slowly dragged away by the wind,
so bloodstained in this ashes of passion long burnt out,
I am condemned to see your eyes,
behind this window of pain,
for you I don't exist anymore,
and I can only wonder what our lives could have been,
if I only managed myself to stay behind the window,
that has split our worlds apart.
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Mist has veiled the sea,
which once reflected the skyline,
which once reflected her fierce eyes of neutron stars,
this sea, which once gleamed with the shimmering dawn.
The waist of the hourglass clogged with its sands,
grain by grain the hours turned to years,
years convicted to this silent pain, upon these wretched wastelands,
with the echoes of her voice striking as lightning bolts on my ears.
Just a stenching mire is left, from a once majestic sea,
yet her goddess awaits, within this glass-cased heart,
as a mirage entwined with the hazes of light from distant suns,
a wraith from times of different firmaments, the ones before the eternal dusk.
For stars did not dwell the skies before the mist,
the night did not fester its swollen skin until the flail swung,
for those eyes of glittering day, were now gone,
and only acid has been wept upon this pool of tears.
And now that the dice has rolled and landed on all of its six sides,
the sacred astra has gazed once more upon this ghoul,
and amidst the smoke and thunder, her voice has echoed,
my beloved sapphire once more lights the firmaments and make them tremble.
Alas, the crystal casing that once kept this heart from throbbing,
is now reduced to shards, and this appendage of flesh and blood,
has found once more the ancient wounds of her departure,
wounds which never truly healed, memories which never truly left.
Despondency fills once more the dried sea,
as its zephyr ruthlessly covers the festering wounds with salt,
the strings were pulled, and once more, the veil was lifted,
the persistence of the memory stabs and swirls its dagger into the guts of my nostalgia.
And now the orchids bloom and extol the beauty of this peaceful silence,
but tomorrow they will dry and rot, should the times be mercyful,
we will have the bliss of their beauty once more,
yet the day might never come.
Shall the hurricane be mercyful upon my orchid, my sapphire,
for now entwined in smoke and thunder, I cling to the day she has bloomed,
even if the stars in the firmament are a bitter memory of the time my garden remained dried,
and the days long gone when it bursted with life,
yet as the day fades I plea for her next flower to be born.
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Temptation
09:47
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A never ending sunset announces her name,
one sun forever crawling through the filth,
seeking shelter from its eternally doomed existence,
seeking for the twilight that shall never come.
A frail breeze of her fragance announces her voice,
the fierce thunder that shakes these ashen planes,
convultions of emotions never felt,
glorious tremor of desire and fear.
For the liquor has been poured over the lotus,
and its sweet nectar, turned into bitter truth,
pushes me towards this chasm, to the dusk once more,
the same that so desperately the sun seeks for.
The clasp at the end of the chain, swings back and forth,
as its links, so carefully wrought through ice and flames,
strain to keep us bond, enslaved
to a prison that neither of us wanted.
So fiercely her eyes burn me as her chant is sung,
both her visage and chants have jinxed me,
to the everlasting despair of the sun,
neither dusk, neither dawn extols upon this sky.
The path to the light of her blackened eyes,
is finally revealed upon the grisly horizon,
I want to break free from these blackened chains,
to finally demolish this prison,
We shall cling to our own skin, should we fall in the abyss,
to fall in the blooming orchids of the depths below,
to see the twilight split our firmaments apart,
or behold the sun finally reach for his moon.
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Interlude: Ｓ（ｋｉｎ）ｅｒｅｎｉｔｙ
06:20
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Gélido astro que con odio desdeñas mi cuerpo,
con tu mirada atormentas el lánguido correr del reloj,
aquella vigilia maldita que tanto se ha extendido,
torturada por tu fatuo fuego y el ardor del deseo.
Fausta Alhambra de mis anhelos,
a tus portales he de esperar el florecer de tus cipreses,
promesa que entre humo y niebla parece perderse,
y de gris velo castiga cual Tántalo mi desmedido afán.
Y a la sombra de los valles, la promesa cumplida,
velada de blanca enseña, obsesión pura, imperturbada,
de negro coronada con su velo de gélida noche,
crepuscular augurio de la cruzada del moribundo sol.
Rauda luz, que de los rincones escapas,
como el agua de entre mis dedos sedientos,
fugitivo resplandor, me dejáis a merced del miedo,
presa inerme de la obsesión irracional.
Cual espíritu nocturno, contemplo el silencio
frágil velo de cristal, oscila, se contrae, se expande,
ante mis ojos se rompe en mil pedazos,
voces invaden el aire de inminente tormenta.
Perfume de carmesí dulzor
que con tu frágil rocío descarnas mi silueta,
que envenenado despunta las espinas de la rosa,
amargo néctar vertido cual licor a vuestro cáliz.
Cual guirnalda de laureles, corona el sol los firmamentos,
fulgor áureo acaricia los desiertos,
gélidas tempestades les obligan con alelíes a florecer,
acariciados por los vientos que su cantar acarrean.
Piel de bronce se enaltece caprichosa
en medio de la tétrica penumbra enmudecida,
profanada por la carne ponzoñosa y podrida,
brisa del piélago contempla el ídilo aullando licenciosa.
Apacible mar de ilusiones, al cenit del eclipse despertó,
hórrido y furibundo huracán hacen de la tierra su altar,
hechizados de sangre y tormenta,
de áureas argollas trenzados, a aquella de Eros picota.
Y de lágrimas se empaña el furor de la vorágine,
al emerger del negro firmamento el sol triunfante,
al marchitarse el idílo de orquídeo lecho,
de febea luz se corona el blasón celeste,
y aunque perdido su vigor, de sus ornamentos se prende,
aquel espectro luciferino, sirviente de la ilusión,
licor preciado de los hombres,
aquilón que en sus entrañas sopló,
y de aquel podrido corazón el atronar despertó.
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Closure: The chasm
01:58
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2012 - present
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