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VII ARCANO LYRICS
"Inner Deathscapes" (2001)
1. Intruding
2. Anticlockwise Cycle of Dying
3. Of Suicidal Age
4. The Inner Deathscape
5. Echo Calling
6. Fog Path
7. Release into Anguish
8. Necrotica Art - The Performance
9. Streams of Paranoia
10. Descending
1. Intruding
2. Anticlockwise Cycle of Dying
They tried to hold the boundaries of love
Knowing the last word since the opening act.
Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills.
Raging from the unknown side, unknown desire
Sentence with life mask, my safety is far away... and dies
Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills.
Waking from what has been an imagination trial
I now do hear no lies.
Feed on the breathless sleep
What will daylight give me?
Chained pleasures demanded by interferences?
Fury traction. Need to fulfil. This distance kills.
I know the sight that eroded me
Is that (deadly) vital function gift
I feel you'll never know me
Spellbound needs to be obscured.
Getting senseless words. Swallow useless scenes.
Please let madness possess me
Cries. Bring me death before life could kill again
Memories. Wanted to live them forevermore
Thrills. Tell me you want to be scarred too
Extasy. Feelings are fucking me frenzy
3. Of Suicidal Age
Melted in the cage twisted and torn
In a suicidal age like stones we are born.
Approaching the winter of the century
Vision slaughtered by the filtering sunset
Descending in the halls of the blind
Terminus dawning near
Withering, passive links
Agonizing in the age of nonsense mental inferno
Death and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent
Blacking air, turning the day, wheezes are closing in
Our structures condemned
To enjoy emptiness
Circle of repression leads to
Inorganic sights of a dead screen
Downfall in the resounding echo of ages - enter oblivion
Eroding you'll see the fall of dignity
Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Never so real
Death and sleep, winged sisters in equal genes, so fast and silent
Blacking air, turning the day, circuits are blowing with plea
Melted in the cage. Twisted and torn.
In a suicidal age like stones we are born
Burning is the seed; the fall is your only need
Eroding you'll see the fall of your dignity
Suicidal flowers from a ghost bride. Now you hear
...and see
4. The Inner Deathscape
Frozen and hidden in dustsmiles
The naked voice rises so pale
With fear forward to loneliness
Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat
Removed the veil of endurance
Thorns scratch the skin
Warm are the curtains of innocence
Strong enough to obscure emptiness
But scathing is the story behind the audience
In search for prefabricated roles
With fear forward to loneliness
Yet so proud like wolves in their habitat
Removed the skin of endurance
Thorns has scratched the veil
Warm are the curtains of innocence
Strong enough to obscure emptiness
But scathing is the story behind the audience
In search for prefabricated roles
The eyes we cannot see
Are the truth we can't conceive
The borders of blindness suffocates the liquid
The eyes we cannot see
Are the truth we can?t conceive
Moans invoke the inner deathscape
Mutilated so gently. Fire of falseness
Wings of desperation react to the void
Embracing the lost paleness
Emerging for safety the inner deathscape
5. Echo Calling
Nobody knows where the edge of knowledge marks
No one will ever enter the realm of subconsciousness
Just trying to show how intense is nakedness
And how futile can be complexity
Do really the blind leads the blind?
Unveiling from the nonsense voices
Too busy to give not worth meanings
To what seems to be the reaching key
Shut down words to hold back the pure
Inner screams from this living lure
Intense drama fills the hour
Pathetic rhymes just to show what's ours
Flowing pain painted as red
Realizing you're as good as dead!
Too busy to give not worth meanings
To what seems to be the reaching key
Shut down words to hold back the pure
Inner screams from this living lure
Collapse for superstition of truths
Terminal contradiction thought disease
Self-killing action in mind control
Is the ultimate screen on the calling of my echo
6. Fog Path
Walking moments of life through the way of time
The surrounding green tastes this immortal instant
To be the frame of melancholy read by parallel selves
Feeling golden winds opening the gate of our mortality
The enchanting vision is trapped in reflected glass?
Hear the silence in million voices
Oppressing breathing whirls into a void
The picture's becoming clearer,
The blast of clarity louder
No time to realize the apparition of the clearest moment
That ruthless reality awakes me as I am her worst nightmare
Living is again my inner fog path
Scanned by this sarcastic clock of bitterness
And recollections roar through the caverns of my mind
The picture's becoming clearer,
The blast of clarity louder
No time to realize the apparition of the clearest moment
That ruthless reality awakes me as I am her worst nightmare
Living is again my inner fog path
Scanned by this sarcastic clock of bitterness
And recollections roar through the caverns of my mind
Enjoy the last breath of this glimpsy gasp of eternity,
For a lullaby always comes to an end
Enter the submission of a birth giving slumber
Murderer of normality, killer of a blind sight
Pillow and rest in my cradle of untouchable delight
7. Release into Anguish
As a man falls in his unknown
He stops his mortal time.
The state of slave-being is put to an end
And suffering grows sharper.
Yearning what we detest then begins:
The barriers of ignorance.
That which disgust and makes
The karmic wheel go on with violence
Almost seems to be the only way
To emerge and survive
Revealer reason is the sourest of judges
For the sentence has been determined
With no forewarning.
At the end of the day after I'm gone
The sweet figure of the end, it talks to me
Unveiling truths which I repress
At point coming back:
Gentle visions
Of hallucinating realities with no return.
Revelear reason is the sourest of judges
For the sentence has been determined
With no forewarning.
Not being able to find the key,
Contradiction destroys...just to rebuild
Losing the faculty of expression
Incommunicability, insanity overflows.
Return to persecution, annihilating impotence.
Is it accepting or erasing the right conclusion?
Sure of finding the truths in parallel planes
The conflict never ends
8. Necrotica Art - The Performance
Dungeons of the night closed for asphyxiation
Enter the calm of morbid creation
Tools ready for decanonization
Reach the realm where fantasies are pushed on
Desires aimed with archaic pleasure
Luxury divided in need to control
No request for salvation
In the gallery of bloodbeauty
Winds of exalt, unable to breathe
Crescendo of enthralling hatred
Meet the masterpiece in the dead
Pose, eyes locked, you're turned into art
Deathscapes already seen
Victim of my raging passion
Come, come, edge of final art
Slaughter of mind and soul at last.
Syndrome to create
A tribute to violation
Body bound to scream in every nerve
Sanity lost for the mighty act
Lights on-welcome in the eyes of the performer
9. Streams of Paranoia
Streams of decadence swing and enclose the vital flux
Epitaphs carved inside the mind of time, hibernated and waiting
In this livid day seconds flow without breath, without lymph
In need to receive this baptism alternated with suspended pieces of void
Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions...
Never asked for eternity, is immortality my condemnation?
Earth. Chaos. Order is prefixed, stagnating illogicality
Trapped with feelings, means of self-control deprived of their basis
Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence
I knew what was behind the doors and I choose the labyrinth of paradoxes
Repentine creations of the grotesque, even and boiling grey
Non-abyss, non-infinite, a simple gurgling of motherly death
Born from the ashes of the wall of sleep, orgasm of the non-awakening
Dislocated projections, blind moments of lucidity, perceptions of existence
10. Descending
Hope. The will of the lost
Vision of the fooled
Eraser of sights.
Compromised sanity
Smashed by the early daylight
Make descend the aura of reality
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