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Mother Augusta
08:52
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Wastelands and dryness
The alleys filled by dust
In this time of decay, of worthless
The moral corruption
The ethic declension
Beggarly masses raiding the streets
Total regression, from lions to sheeps
Wrath in their sight, dazed by anger
Pumping their ego to satisfy the hunger
Crowd of merciless
Proud of wretchedness
My room, as tower
The screen from witch I see
I witness the reign of endless rain
Silence, my pleasure
Darkness, my treasure
Grow up the knowledge, open your eyes
Look at reality, listen the cries
Grudge as religion, envy as faith
Increasing disdain and feeding the hate
There are no angels and saints
There are no heroes and gods
A rhyme to unfold disgust
A song as my inner lust
Call me loser
Call me misfit
Call me failed
Everytime for me is an erection
It's my new perversion
There's no time for shame
It's my new dimension
Mother Augusta is its name
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The Crystal Jail
08:35
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A trouble denied for a thousand times
A secret, a shade, I try to hide
A crawling dread, into my veins
The stench of fear, the throne of chains
In my bed while I sleep
Sweating cold, gritting teeth
Dreaming scenes white and grey
The tape is starting to play
Sequences repeated fast
Brighting the sweet shadows of your rest
The broken record plays out in vain
The same old verses ring out again
A train always on the same track
It carries doubts, then turning back
Everyday it's marching on
From where it left off
Rigid ways on his rail
The wheels remarking the trails
Monotony as reality
More opposing forces in equality
I am trapped in a crystal jail
That the others can't see
The more I try to break the bars
The more I feel the weight of distress
The twisted logic of utopic perfection
Collides with human asymmetry condition
The dark watertight rooms of stiffness
Flooded by the unstoppable flow of change
Dams built to keep the order
When the thoughts are tangling as nodes
Rules to define the border
Written in different modes
A labyrinth crossed to infinity
Running through the walls of disquiet
Locked between my questions and answers
Sailing the waves of my nights
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Cold Sound Of Void
06:48
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Impressed in my eyes
Ways, faces
Impressed in my mind
Dreams, wishes
Impressed in my ears
Songs, voices
Impressed in my fears
Nights, whispers
In disharmony
With dissonances
From my past
The cold sound of void
The screaming crows, the dreadful noise
Of cold sound of void
All I remember
Fog, winters
All I've observed
Spite, badness
All I've forgotten
Love, fondness
All I've collected
Tears, hatred
In disharmony
With dissonances
From my past
The cold sound of void
The screaming crows, the dreadful noise
Of cold sound of void
Gloomy avenues, ricover by leafs
Sickly somberness engulfing the trees
Cold sound of void
In disharmony
With dissonances
From my past
The cold sound of void
The screaming crows, the dreadful noise
Of cold sound of void
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Across the wetness of summer
Across the ways of my town
The wind of solitude cherishes my hair
The burning sun of despair
I walk alone through bitterness
I found relief in loneliness
Silver frames of memories
Are glinting on my fantasies
Too many lies detected
Too many pacts neglected
From your kisses to isolation
From your embraces to separation
You were the drug I was addicted
You were the queen with golden lips
You were the wine who calm my thirst
You were the one, you were the first
A lot of tears along my face
While I'm reflecting under the sunset
With your image over my eyes
And a ring in my hand
I'll burn tons of letters
I'll cry on piles of pictures
Retracting me and you togheter
Maybe forever...
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Mother Augusta Parma, Italy
Black Metal/depressive rock band from Parma, Italy.
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