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T R A G Ø D I A
Neo Gothic Metal since 1996
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The Desert Call (All Our Miseries)
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Music: Lupi, Salvoni / Lyrics: Tragos
"Don't ask me to remember,/ When the locusts devhour, consume / and blood drips from the moon..."/ A foot into the grave, the view towards sun / The Decadence of Body, Sinking of the Mind / We stagger confused on the Abyss edge / Nothing on the Horizon, the Future soon consume itself / In the moment you breathe. / "Don't ask me to remember, when the locusts devhour, consume / and the blood drips off.../ Blood drips from the moon" / Have smashed windowpane with a rapid fist / And started bool to shoot out all over 'round, / Innocent eyes witnessed my misery / Remembering these are all our Miseries... / Shaped beauties by Sickness & Death, / Dried up faces by Dust & Sand. / "...I stretched forth my hands unto thee: / My soul thirsteth after thee, as thirsty land... / ...Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; / For I lift up my soul unto thee..." (Psalm 143.6,8) / Dunes of rock, architectures of nothingness / Someone came, others go / I stay here wet & warm. / It stands out again the background / The blue & the sand / A population in motion 'cross this empty land... / "...I stretched forth my hands unto thee: / My soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land... / ...Cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; / For I lift up my soul unto thee..." (Psalm 143.6,8) / I'd have never thought these could be real... / -All what you do is never real!- / I'd have never dreamt I could be saved... / -The Desert call for those who remain!- / The things you think & then you do... / -Are never the same, they are never sure!- / A hand on the heart, against the sky the fist... / -But what will be of your cut off wrist?!-
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