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Ex Nihilo
01:14
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Íncipit
05:18
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Rised and forged under steel
in the time of no consciousness and no fear,
the thresholds and the borders of the realm
making limits but not forced to be real
Wildness ordered by priority
great past, but the old-time alliances are gone
Primal positions that will keep new horizons in the middle of old mists
and those thresholds and wide borders of the unknown
drown existence in an ocean called the None
War roars waiting to be awaken when the pact could be
threatened by a shy-bootless force
Why the whiteness now seems so bright
when darkness is the same as light?
Ominous presences of slow-dying name, muffling empties in emptiness
High wire on the unseen, hidden evolution rises over all sin
Treasure of non ancient lord, pleasure in the fact of keep carrying it on
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Venomous Words
04:50
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Words, words, words...
Real haze, troubled aim, rather ways of violence
Quintessence of the false going irascible
Compromise will not survive while relliance is coming down
Quiet aim of the None coming unbeatable
A kneeling shadow could be enough, but being shy when blades are out?
Many traces, any source, great confussion, only words?
Awaken the rage, emotions will recover but the gesture, the gaze... know winds of no returning
Disturbing the snake, devotion of the tumultuous
The founder of grief will stay during the sorrow
VENOMOUS WORDS!
Walking through the shadows path, shivering while it’s missing might
A mistress of an empty sky is the loss of all the reasons that misprise the sun
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“And the destiny of the knowledge is the forced curse of all men; all along the blaze of crisium happens what´s among prediction”
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Mors ab Alto
05:34
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High seas, stormy violators, death chants,
eye against eye, tongue as a razor, warfare…
On way, irate
The spell of ache
Future regret, but now no remorse for the blame
in the end scars will tell us if it's worth
Now under the breeze the wind´s getting colder
it's mother of bliss, and bliss over knowledge
Who tries to get sight instead of being seen?
When vitriol means life no time to forgiveness, no!
Rised above the tomb of ages,
all manners of living night are destroying the mind precepts;
killing rites to summon death for twilight
No vital remains, the land devastated, the tragedy blows against the created forms
“Wide eyes, mors ab alto
Wild hearts, mors ab alto”
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Sol Invicto
03:53
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“Once there's pride, why the want?
Once there's might, why the fear?”
Any little light, embrace of a shine that will stand out so many vital signs
Movement of a life that will stand up for old signs, past rites to be a future remembrance but now…
Reunited again, the void and the space
Conflict getting older, resolved
All time redemptionists, dialectic migrationists
This time creators of a tauthologic perception of war
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Arise of Commiserations
02:26
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“Time, only time, will defy
Crime of a non-state of mind”
Realm of appearance, immanent reality
“Now the thoughts don´t collapse when they may
No distinction of the sides”
Realm of appearance, immanent reality
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