1. |
Of Slaves and Masters
03:56
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Into the storm of reality you wandered
like an animal wounded with freedom.
Trained and tamed in the shadows,
The master gave back your longed-for prison.
You think your wounds are healing,
while your desires vanish
to turn into your master's.
Day after day you wait
to repress your rebelling equals
and to have your obedience rewarded.
Your heritage take roots which poison,
creating foolish grudges towards your origin.
you lick the hand of your slaver,
rejecting the hero you could be.
The mirror reflects what you hate:
A weak ungrateful who has despised himself
-Solo-
So you cover your lacks,
and die every day.
Chained to your master,
the owner of our miseries.
Day after day you wait
to repress your rebelling equals
and to have your obedience rewarded.
Day after day you wait / (and die every day)
to repress your rebelling equals / (chained to your master)
and to have your obedience rewarded / (the owner of our miseries)
Day after day you wait / (and die every day)
to repress your rebelling equals / (chained to your master)
and to have your obedience rewarded / (the owner of our miseries)
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2. |
Comfortable Oppression
03:55
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Open now your skin again,
like a veil towards the hidden.
Dry and brittle withered grass
are, today, your blind eyes.
The condemned will march so anxious,
Upon lines drawn by few.
They will flee from the depths,
where the arcane becomes conscience.
I so clumsy, you so shrewd...
You so true, and I suspicious
I so absent, you so lucid
You so sane and I so crazy!
Oh, you wouldn't want to watch
just to see us so subdued.
Under your sun reality is clouded,
under mine your darkness is perceived.
And I've wished the flower to perish tonight…
And I've wished this fair illusion to be striken down…
Our world is so confusing,
So easy to indoctrinate…
So serene the oppressed,
so impatient the oppressor!
Once their hands have been blessed,
they will dry the well of life,
giving birth to new deserts,
bringing water to their meager pack
Oh, you wouldn't want to watch
just to see us so subdued.
Under your sun reality is clouded,
under mine your darkness is perceived.
And I've wished the flower to perish tonight…
And I've wished this fair illusion to be stricken down…
And I've wished the flower to perish tonight…
And I've wished the darkness to derange you with its voices.
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3. |
Dance of the broken
03:44
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Another day in prison,
Gray cloister of vain illusions.
Ritual condemnation to be free,
Spiral routine towards death.
All dance disturbed and compliant
Surrounded by mirrors and illusions
Sweet alienation, bitter existence.
We pay with time for life that slips away,
being captive of other people's desires (Wake up)
Laugh, laugh for without a slave there is no master (Wake up)
Quit what you never started!
You fade in every reflection, in every look.
Educated to serve, kind to bear.
Cross the bridge of souls no one will see you.
Make the first knot as you were taught
Hang on that rope, life is one step away.
All dance disturbed and compliant
Surrounded by mirrors and illusions
Sweet alienation, bitter existence
First a firm knot and then a great leap to life.
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4. |
The Valley of the Weary
03:10
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Headed once again towards the sea,
Never thought that the emptiness would be homely
Ventured then once more and a train of souls insinuated an awakening
A step into the abyss of life...
Lying next to a portal were encrypted
the miseries of times to come
and an endless stream of returns.
Why cross then another door?
The proud fable of the meetings is rewritten
to then perish in the valley of the weary.
Perhaps the firmament can reveal,
That in exhausted awakening might miss the grief.
Uncertain awareness of spiritual exile.
Blind eyes proclaim that you've decided to return.
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5. |
Remembrances
03:08
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Get me out of here, I don't want a tomorrow in this place anymore.
Let me go, because there is no future or present.
I am the abyss, I am the warm membrane of what no longer is (here)
I am the "Timeless" that lives in the faults of time
And when I'm gone, the past will become present.
It will return 'til it disappears with me
My spark of life will be drained to the abyss of all that's evoked,
to be a complement to the cyclic loop of Chronos.
And when I'm gone, the past will become present,
it will return till it disappears with me (and disappears in me)
And for a moment I may really believe that I'm there.
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6. |
The Loss
03:42
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The birds kept singing
While the wind rustling hugged him
The spring of time rested on his being
And all humanity escaped disguised as memories.
And the birds did not return to the old tree.
Dried all its essence in winter,
such intense winter, such endless winter,
cruel enough to last… and last.
Time showed its vanity
And then flounced far away.
Silence deafened me once again.
Assimilating silence, I fell, proving nothing
Unable to repose at all in the lower end.
One fall without structures, so constant and monotone
No hate to deflect the tension.
The world shattered reclaiming a place now so denied.
Time showed its vanity and then flounced away
Silence deafened me again.
And looking through the window of life, the birds kept basking
so unconscious about their future.
And when at last (I woke up) I wasn’t in the same (enclosure).
This was a different one, (I let myself reject it).
I let myself abhor it (though forced to live here)
Thus felt myself slightly, (slightly more human).
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7. |
Incorporeal
03:45
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The voices of serene oblivion will scream again
Behind that mantle that cruelly wrapped you
Your incorporeal essence wanders through the temple of peace,
eclipsed between the laurels and the lower astral.
They, who sleep between oblivion and redemption,
make the landscape calm and tense.
-Solo-
You walk in memories of a lost time,
And your sigh feels like a weak wind.
Angels of the suffering creed beg for relief,
petrified and motionless forever
(To Eternity)
(To Eternity)
In its eternity you will wander...
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8. |
En el Hospicio
03:52
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Quiero atrapar el sol en una pared desierta.
Me siento tan libre que hasta me ahoga esa idea.
Me hace mal la realidad de saber que el perro es perro
y nada más.
Quiero descolgar al sol, chapalear entre las hojas,
respirar mi soledad, correr entre los pasillos
y buscar la realidad de que el perro no sea perro
y nada más.
Encierro real;
Claustro de barro.
Sombras.
-solo-
Porque supe al despertar que mis sueños eran ciertos
y mi propia realidad superó la fantasía
de ser vos la fuerza que de la nada hizo vida y me la dio.
Porque me dejan pensar en toda esa gente humana
y después, para jugar, hasta me atan a mi cama.
Puedo ver la realidad de que el perro sea perro
Y puedo ver la realidad de que el perro sea perro
Y puedo ver la realidad de que el perro sea perro
Y puedo ver la realidad de que el perro sea perro
y nada más.
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9. |
Slave to the Endless
04:37
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The cycle starts over anew:
Reflections are spinning again
like a spiral (into the infinite).
Transforming, (self-enslaving)
The void embraces (them), then they sleep
Like children (tired of playing).
They feed on, start growing.
Swaying unconscious (not knowing)
They wander uncertain and bitter, (meanwhile)
I am tormented and sleepless…
The hours pass and a sigh rises,
“Perhaps this spiral is not mine”.
And how can I strip such infinite from around me?
The despicable sun floods me again, proud and solemn.
I fall again, illuminated, my eyes burnt.
No truce in awareness, time shatters below me.
A path traces itself as I cross the other portal.
After all, The endless is a cage of tired spirits.
Night pulls to thresholds, sounds are heard closer
And the cry of souls sinks into the putrid ground.
Old constellation, spit out your humble pride
and soak the valley of men.
Drown them again, for they think they are free and clean,
running in the realms of the uncertain.
Where the cosmic cliff ends,
stars fall like angels.
Feel them, alienated by their own consciences,
(They raise a plea and continue with their routines…)
Another day will come, and still there won't be shut eyes,
for there's too much blindness in this world…
And here I am, linked to the void, surrendered to my own destiny,
without the will to change a thing, not now nor ever!
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10. |
End of Loop
01:28
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11. |
Eternal Absent Sky
05:14
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Timeless planes, unveiled among shadows.
Peace of the dead, so lost, claiming your presence.
Hear them on the walls and in the wind,
murmuring imperceptibly, hear their wail.
Blind in the mortal world trapped in the lower astral plane.
Eternal absent sky.
Lost the way in the rush of feeling beyond.
Profane night return them to the peace of the past days.
Paths that they lost in the shadows
of the incorporeal world.
Return them, they knew not what they did
nor what lay behind the hidden world.
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Have you heard the perpetual secret of the night?
Endless flashes of the soul, where the senses are branched.
Where are they? Where am I?
(Caught between time and nothingness...)
Illusion of shadows begging to the past and wandering dissatisfied.
by the forests where the memories of their souls hide.
Leave them timeless, leave me, leave me...
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FIRMAMENT Argentina
FIRMAMENT is a Doom Metal single-person project, created by Ramiro J. Pellizzari.
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