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Sadness patterns
02:01
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In the gloom of the cold, amid raindrops,
Where sky sheds tears, melting sanguine dreamlike hopes
Falling slowly down gliding through the glass,
Running away in the dark transparent corridors...
Sadness traced
On the smooth surface
Around dirt and emptiness.
They leave quietly, as if dying
By their slow death
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Sadness patterns pt2
02:26
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Thick fog envelops the last path and a whirlwind will lift
Them up to the heavens for sink in sleep
Their sad eyes are looking up, begging to leave them here
In the season where fall is ever long
Dissolving in the wind
Falling at my feet
Rain washes away the weariness
Shrouding the world with a cloth of death
Part of unstoppable change
Turning seasons in a circle
Pouring down on a blood-golden mess
Of fallen leaves, autumn fragments
Among the lights and shadows
Autumn draws sadness patterns, letting in the cold
Canvas of red and yellow strokes
Covered with tears of silent Nox
Sorrow is drawn on the autumn`s cloth
Thick fog envelops the last path and a whirlwind will lift
Them up to the heavens for sink in sleep
Their sad eyes are looking up, begging to leave them here
In the season where fall is ever long
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Rites of torment
03:19
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Light a fire, burn a body, scatter her ashes while
The tortured are waiting, moaning though sewn mouths
More than pain, less than hate, arrogant vengeful trial
My soul is empty, so I will drink theirs
Chalice – to the rim
Dying without scream
Pyre in my blood
Vengeance is my art
Their lives pass to me
By the spell and alchemy
Such is the reckoning
For the loss that I incurred
Death for a death, life for a life, misery spawned a black hole
Kill the flesh, drink the soul, tear the thread that bound their worlds
I`m drained and hungry, revenge became my life
I`m tired of waiting for their hearts to be mine
Chalice – to the rim
Dying without scream
Pyre in my blood
Vengeance is my art
Sacrificial rites of torment warping shapes of life
Summon the energies that will long time growing inside
Of their pain and fire
Because only life can buy life
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Old man
02:53
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First breath, last words
Covered with hoar
Hundreds and thousands
Of miles and hours
Through the life marks and notes
To the farthest limits
Where light and dark coexist
To the edge, to the brink
Where crystal springs shine
With the tempting song
He leaves through the years
He goes to the source
He does not remember what happened today
Sees clearly, what was long ago
Spending his evenings, he leaves through the years
He goes to the primary source
Through the thicket of events and years
To the depths of past where cry and silence merged
Through the life marks and notes
To the farthest limits
Where light and dark coexist
To the edge, to the brink
Crystal springs shine
With the tempting song
Don't scream in his ear
He will not return
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Godlessness
02:25
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Moon raises tides
Elements crumbling stones
With burning eyes
Behold the downfall of last gods
Wandering through the dust amid the sizzling lights
Among the ruins only the shadows hide
Reveal mystery of emptiness
That killed all beliefs and crowned death
Circle closed and torches illuminate the charged air
Blades of any faith
Dulled on the progress gears
My godless mind
Expands for basic fears
Circle is closed, with torch in hand
We left behind this shadow fire
The prophet words for atheism
For godlessness, though the truth is dire
Godlessness
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Blood Trail Omsk, Russia
Two man band from different cities, Tomsk and Omsk. Founded in 2019.
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