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The Burning Sun Of Despair

by Mother Augusta

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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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Summer, stifling heat, humidity, concrete, deserted cities.
This was the fertile ground for the birth of "The Burning Sun Of Despair", Mother Augusta's first Ep.
An oppressive feeling of anxiety, paranoia, loneliness and anger, until the climax is reached: emptiness.

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released June 22, 2015

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Mother Augusta Parma, Italy

Black Metal/depressive rock band from Parma, Italy.

Info & booking: motheraugusta@gmail.com

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