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Aphonic Threnody - Lies

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Группа: Aphonic Threnody
Альбом: Of Loss And Grief
Год: 2017
Страна: Великобритания, Италия, Чили

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Visions of a living darkness,
monsters coming to rape your soul.
Shadows moving from wall to wall.
Suffocating prisoner of a deep slumber.
Colours slowly fading
leaving room for obscure shades
of vermillion patterns like blood, like gore,
like tortured corpses hanging from black ropes.
(like tortured corpses hanging from black ropes)
Sanctuary of terror,
horrors away confined.
Like secrets locked in forgotten closets.
Dead's whom life has been denied.

On wings of crows and ravens,
traveling towards nothingness.
Hostage of the flowing of time,
I cannot distinguish one day or another.
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It's flowing and I can hear it around me,
while slowly erases particles of what my eyes feel as reality.

I thought I had everything a man can wish to have.
but my hands were empty and my heart was cold.
I thought my eyes could challenge the sun.
My blindness is the result of my braveness.
I thought I could stand over the top of the highest mountain
but the fall showed just how fragile my bones were.
I thought I could survive death and live forever
but my carcass is the answer to that dream of eternity.
And now nothing is left, I don't have anyone to help me forget.
How stupidity has been made man,
how uselessness has been made flesh.
And voices out there,
like moaning of infants separated from the womb
and still, I feel my eyes turning blind
in an endless mirroring of pain
convulsions make me feel alive,
but there's no life because you know it's just a lie.

Immortality of the human thoughts,
just a stain of ink on white inanimate sheets.
Just a sequence of sounds
like tales from father to son.
creation / of emotions / to justify / a stillborn life.

And we keep telling stories,
to people around us and to ourselves.
Trying to escape those shades on the walls,
that suffocating slumber which keeps us prisoners.
Trying to colour the world out there
to make it look less miserable, of how it really is.
We keep lying, not to think we are dying.
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