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Dark Opera

WINTERFRAMES

FOG!!!
HE WASN’T SORRY, THIS IT
THE FOG WAS SUCH A MASK
BEHIND WHICH AT ONCE DISAPPEAR
EMERGE FROM A THIKNESS OF DARK…
HE WALKED THROUGH THE FOG
BEETWEEN A THOUSAND BLACK TORN WALLS
TO THE SHOULDER OF A CHILD
AND CALL HER NAME IN A WHIFF A TERRIFIED
AND MAKING HER RUN AWAY WITH A GLANCE
DANCING THROUGH THE SILENT WAVES
WHEEZING OF PLEASURE AND SUFFERING…

THE SUN SHALL TURN TO DARK
INSIDE THE LUNAR LIGHT
SOMETIMES I SEE A GHOST OF ME
DROWNING THROUGH THE PAST
ONE DAY I WILL BE FREE
WINTERFRAMES…

THE OIL LAMP HANGING FROM THE CEILING
PICTURES OF NIGHTMARES BORN FROM THERE
STORM OF SADNESS CLEANSE MY WINGS
THIS IS THE LAST DAWN I WILL SEE
THERE IS NO TIME TO LOSE
MORNING IS STILL TOO FAR
THE SUN SHALL TURN TO DARK
INSIDE THE LUNAR LIGHT
EVERYTHING’S SO REAL, I DON’T DISAPPEAR
EVERY TIME THIS YEAR
TO TAKE ONE MORE LIFE THAT CAN BE NEAR…

SOMETIMES I SEE A GHOST OF ME
DROWNING THROUGH THE PAST
ONE DAY I WILL BE FREE
WINTERFRAMES…


DEEP OBLIVION


DESERT EXPANSES OF THOUGHTS,
USELESS WORDS TO GIVE MEANING TO LIFE…
ESSENCE, IN THE HEARTS OF THOSE
LOOKING FOR ETERNAL LIFE…
THEY SERVE SOMETHING
THAT WON’T NEVER SATISFIE (THEM…)
BLOOD SHED ON A SWEET LADY,
FOR THE WRATH OF A PITYLESS…

WILL ALL THIS EVER END?
DAY BY DAY THE LIGHT IS DARKER AND DARKER,
AND I KNOW THE NIGHT IS NEAR…
LET’S PREPARE THE PROUD OF OUR FATE
TO BE SUBMITTED TO THE ETERNAL EVIL
BLOOD SHED ON A SWEET LADY,
FOR THE WRATH OF ONE
WHO’S THIRSTY FOR PAIN.

FOR THE ONE WHO’S WAITING,
LOOKING AT THE HORIZON…
I HOPE DEATH COULD GIVE HIM HER ICY HAND
TO END UP EVERY EARTHLY SUFFERING…

BLOOD SHED ON A SWEET LADY,
FOR THE WRATH OF A PITYLESS…
WILL ALL THIS EVER END?
Dead In A Deep Oblivion
I Will Stay STILL To HEAR The Silence,
Leaving That Memories
COMING OUT From My UNCONSCIOUS,
While My Arms UNWIND The Fatal Act.




CUT LIMB


Satan’ Servants Ready To Begin The Rite
Seven Seals Among Their Hands
To Invoke The Power Of The Apocalypse.
Voices CRY OUT FOR The Great Name
fOR The One Whose Voice Is Thunder
FOR THE ONE Whose Dress Is Fire.
Who Subdues Does nOt Become slave
But Verb Increated Of His Prodigies.
Seven Divine Words And Seven DIVINE DAYS
Seven DEEP CUTS And Seven Human Limbs.

On A Sacrificial Bed As A Damned Soul
You Shout The Salvation To Those People
Who Want To Sacrifice Your Flesh
You Think About Being
Pure And Without SinS
But It Dirties Your Dignity.
Cleanching The Teeth
And Suffocating The Breath

You Scrutinize The Sinuous Movement
Of AN Initiate That Rubs His Knife
INTO Your Body Grazing Your Orifice.
The TIME Is About To Come
Your Eyes ARE Full Of Pain
Fill WITH Evil The Hearts Of Your Killers.

The Last MEMORY Of Your Life
Will Be The Pain Of A Cut Limb
That Will Let You
DYING In A BloodBATH


BLACK SEWAGE


The Soul Of Who’s In Sin
It Will Be Fed By BLESSINGS
YOU Whisper Your Last CrY Of Pity
But Your Voice Will Never Be Heard By My SenseS
You Tighten MY Hands And Scan In The GLOOM,
BUT FATE Will NEVER Show You The Light…

Apocalyptic Destructions, Bloody Decapitations
They Stretch IN Your Eyes…
Listen TO The Pain Of Another WRETCHED GOD
Listen TO The Cry Of Another Broken Life
As Tears, The Blood Slips
While Happiness Is Dragged By The Wind, As Ash.

A Fire Inside Your Heart,
But Only Cold Around YoU
Trying To Find Again YOUR Lost WAY…
AND You KNOW Hope It's The Last To Die
BUT The End Is Near…
So After Your LAST Meal
And THE MASS CELEBRATION,
YoU NEED TO REST,
Among The Whispers
Of YOUR Deadly Punishments…

BEHIND THE MOST DREADFUL EVIL
YOU SATISFY YOUR WISH…
DEAD VIRGIN BODIES ARE YOUR FILTHY NECTAR
BUT REMORSE AND SADNESS PINE YOU
AND YOU FLOOD THE DECAYING CORPSES,
WITH YOUR BLOODY TEARS…

A Fire Inside Your Heart,
But Only Cold Around YoU
Trying To Find Again YOUR Lost WAY…
AND You KNOW Hope It's The Last To Die
BUT The End Is Near…
THE DOMINION OF YOUR POWER WILL ALWAYS RISE AGAIN…



Awake of Innate Malediction



L'album è Black Sewage
2006 T.A.F. Productions

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