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Portrait of Mankind
03:31
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All centuries flowed in depletion,
pillaged through man greed,
into a heritage of decline
veiled as splendor and prosperity.
Our history reaped to a wasteland,
spent on selfish needs.
From lounges of comfort,
deep in neglect raised,
to be unseen.
So gleaming graves we dwell down there.
Impassive to the harm of their voracity,
culprits toast before this portrait of mankind.
Avarice, wastage, pollution,
exploitation, disregard, self-deception:
faults renewed in grim firmness
and through years slowly turned
in bloodied brushes,
drawing the modern man face.
With rotten, soon pouring colors.
Delighted by the outcomes of their malice,
culprits gather and feast by this portrait
of us.
An agonizing world
lost in wounds and abuse,
left rotting unheard
from a disease
with no cure;
unaware of that masterpiece
featured at our museum of decadence,
which won’t cease to be enhanced
with further works of ignorance.
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In Falsehood Dominion
05:49
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Settled in a mire, in the sludge
drained from too many inventions:
there everyday shams flourish.
Everyday guiltiness shapes and molds
their ravaged conscience,
kept caged and now smothered.
Their falseness has got shrines
built to last and to command
the obsolete minds.
Bowed in prayers
for power and control,
to proudly become
devout servants of deceit,
dried out of all the empathy.
Forward to an age of subcracy,
through words that mislead the masses thoughts;
foreword to a dazed domain.
Forward to an age of nethercracy.
What else would you expect
from those cripple buriers of morality,
baptized in spiritual misery?
Devout servants of hypocrisy,
dried out of all the sympathy.
Forward to an age of subcracy,
through words that mislead the masses thoughts;
foreword to reigns of feints.
Forward to an age of nethercracy.
We won’t conform to this falsehood dominion.
We won’t lay blind nor be enfettered forever.
We won’t let their lies shine upon the fooled.
Individual coercion gained supremacy
on the strength of human weakness...
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By serenity forsaken,
beside the edge of my most moribund season.
Beyond the gate, warpaths wedging
among thick menaces of distress.
A crumbling cliff behind,
as spectres of resignation
were pursuing me above.
I begun to drag myself along, choiceless,
towards crossroads leading
to any sort of inner clash.
confident I would have met serenity anew
at the vanishing of the smokes
of wars to come.
Weakened by countless attempts,
as many as the gashes on my will,
like an armor worn in those unbroken battles,
I found myself castaway
in one last tide of tears.
By fortitude forsaken
when adrift, then sunk in numbed senses.
Winter of throes ceaselessly storming over.
Pulled deeper down
the frozen waters of defeat;
those where the murk of thought dwells
those where aims come in their burial depths.
An assortment of fiends lurk
while inhabit that seabed,
gathered around tablefuls,
amid soulwrecks and mind shreds.
They bent me to feed on my own sanity.
With them, gnawing the scraps of my reason.
The apex of a dystopia:
devoured from within my own self;
a taint self, grown into a pasture for demons.
Me as shepard, but dormant in undying feelings
of sorrow and redemption.
By consciousness, in the end, forsaken
and misdirected along the overwhelming stream of time.
Days lost any meaning,
just slipping away
before my statuary apathy;
infusing me with more bitterness.
By an amalgam of non-sights,
I’m an internee in a mental cage.
No iron bars, just alloys of torment.
I waited for it to crumble down,
for a long time, in narcotic grief.
Since that last spiritual scourge,
I only dreamt about what lies beyond,
what keeps spuring us on from behind the scenes,
so we can emerge from those acts of our lives.
As stagnation ended its possession,
I worn my will again to fight those demons.
Victorious, I achieved my ego’s rebirth,
beholding an Innerscape renewed.
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Innerscape
05:35
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There is no such place
where my steps are more hesitant;
and the dread of knowing
tempts me to renounce
unearthing what’s buried therein.
Still buried at every dawn.
There is not a farther place for knowledge;
here all the empiric inquiry dies,
while elusive answers and keys
coexist with the human probe.
In a perennial chase.
I came down here wary and lonely,
countless times.
A lantern fired by doubts I only held
in my shaking hands;
no glare ever spread from its flame.
For I fed it with even more fears,
just to see it fading like all my efforts
to cross this murk.
Until I finally realized
only the light of acceptance
may illumine the stairway
to the depths of myself.
By those strides, daunted
I reached a grim expanse.
Tombstones shaped like masks
behind which I used to hide,
and epitaphs citing
the emotions therein lying.
The way ahead then led me
to a maze of crazed mirrors,
haunted by the ambitions
and the infesting illusions
from which they grown.
Failure reflecting all around me,
demeaning my being...
As I raised the torch only shards
of that warren remained.
The lantern glow begun to weaken
once I got into a vault,
packed with piles of scrolls.
Warped figures and words arouse and unfold
all my insecurities now towering above.
Overcame and bent by growing anguish,
clutched in trepidation and fear.
Is to set aflame this place with acceptance
the only way out from here?
As years flow away
still I’m wondering,
entrapped in hesitation;
weary, the light's slipping out of my hand...
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Verdant, and alluring colonnades along the journey,
we walk with heartbeats of rousing youth,
as our deepest longings echo, diffused,
casting questions to the mind;
our curiosity is seduced.
Close to the discernment of our intentions.
Hand in hand with insecurity,
a faltering march across uncertain years.
Thought still grows in eagerness,
for the wonders no tale or dream could tell.
I’ve seen horizons melt into a dark so cold,
it just could not belong to this world.
Inside which all the sprouts of our prospects vanish,
by the past gorged.
But where dismay comes meaningful,
shining in answers by perseverance whispered.
Then change claimed my form, yet not my soul.
I strayed in false hopes and paths;
self-faith days left a future foreseen.
Days not just elapsed, but exiled
from a stream of time
once flowing in my awareness,
what we call memories.
Approaching a so pure, bitter comprehension of the being.
Be worn out till you'll unite with each struggle,
that keeps haunting all these expectations in bloom.
To soothe reality with blindfolds on mind.
I’ve seen ambitions dissolve in a dark so lone,
it just could not belong to this world.
From which the routes of our choices disperse,
by the past crumbled.
But where dismay comes meaningful,
shining in coffers
by perseverance crafted.
Absorbed again in contemplation,
before an arch: the colonnades end point.
Obscurity fills the unknown awaiting beyond,
as it guards the intimate knowledge of ourselves.
And enticingly reveals the way
those answers unlock every coffer.
Here I choose to join those dark horizons.
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Abeyance Milan, Italy
Formed in early 2016 by the drummer Michele Adami, the project was intended as an old school melodeath band, with some modern influences. Shortly after the vocalist Jacopo Marinelli was involved, bringing strongly introspection-oriented lyrics and a classic 90s melodeath growl style. As Michele started the songwriting work, guitarists Gianluca Fraschini and Andrea Mantelli joined the band. ... more
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