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Delírio e Morte
10:13
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(Based on a poem by Junqueira Freire)
A gentle thought of eternal peace,
Dear death, come. You are the end
Of two ghosts that existence forms,
Of this vain soul and this suffering body.
Dear death. You are nothingness,
The absence of life's motions,
Of the pleasure that past pain demands.
Gentle thought of eternal peace,
Dear death, come - You are only the most real vision
Of those around us,
Who extinguishes our earthly visions.
I have always loved you - and I want to belong to you all eternity too, my beloved death.
I want the ground, I want the earth - that element;
That doesn't feel the twists and turns of fate.
And then nothing more. There is no more time,
No life, no pain, no taste.
Now nothingness
"E depois nada mais. Já não há tempo,
Nem vida, nem sentir, nem dor, nem gosto.
Agora o nada, — esse real tão belo
Só nas terrenas vísceras deposto."
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A Fading Elegy
07:07
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Lyrics:
Beneath the moon's melancholy glow
A mother's absence, a void to know
In the tapestry of stars, her essence weaves
Through the forest of memories, where sorrow grieves
A lullaby of loss in the howling winds
Echoes of her laughter, where silence begins
In the blackened skies, a void profound
Yet her love, eternal, still surrounds
Amidst the echoes of a distant lament
A flying spirit, in shadows, is sent
Through the symphony of grief
A haunting song, in the embrace of night
As the stars paint tales of her legacy
The cold winds carry her whispered elegy
In this black metal hymn, her memory strong
A tribute eternal, in the night so long
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Echoes of the Void
04:58
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Lyrics:
Within the mist of clouds
My spirit descends
A metamorphosis as twilight suspends
Echoes of void whisper my name
In the abyssal depths
Where shadows claim
In the obsidian night
A spectral waltz
My essence enshrouded
A haunting exalt
In the moonlight trance
A transformation unfolds, in shadows' advance
Within the cosmic void
Reflections distort
A journey through the darkness
My soul's consort
In the spectral realms where shadows weave
My essence reborn!
Amidst the shadows' grasp, a macabre ballet
My being eclipsed, in the dusk's array
A requiem for light, as shadows ascend
In the realm of darkness, my soul transcends
Within the cosmic void
Reflections distort
A journey through the darkness
My soul's consort
In the spectral realms
Where shadows weave
My essence reborn
In the blackened eve
My essence reborn!
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Big Long Now
04:55
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Lyrics:
It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speaking a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Waiting in line
It's not cold enough
Please put this side up
She is moving through
Can we show our faces now?
I'm not interesting
She's not turning green
Shameful as it seems
Can we show our faces now?
Endless climb
I am blind
Why can't I hear?
Color blind
Speak a phrase
Instantly grown
I am blind
Why am I sure?
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The Crying Cloud
13:29
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Lyrics:
It was not Death, for I stood up,
and all the dead lie down
Who am I? Who am I trying to be?
Not myself, no one but myself.
But I can't be myself
Want to be someone I've never been
Living in a fantasy to bury reality
Making myself the mystery
A strong facade disguising the misery
"Like others, I did not see
As others have seen, I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same fountain I did not take
My sorrow - I could not awaken
My heart rejoices in the same shade
And all that I love, I love alone."
My flesh stiffens
My eyes open numb
I can't get up
As if my life is scrapped away,
Rooted in a bed of thorns
The birds no longer sing
And wrapped in a frame,
And I can't breathe
Without a key,
And everything that moved has frozen
"She dwells with Beauty - Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
In the very temple of Delight
Melancholy has its sacred shrine,
when she stimulates herself by feeling the bitter taste of the veil
Her soul should taste the sadness of her strength
And be among his clouded trophies hanging."
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