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Rainless
08:38
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The sky in your eyes decorates itself
of brittle clouds that suffocate it.
And so you only wait for rain,
but it does not seem to fall.
Searching desperately a chink
among clouds and sky.
Solitary fireflies arrive, but clouds
become thicker and suffocate them too.
And so you only wait for rain,
but it does not seem to fall.
Searching desperately a chink
among clouds and sky.
So thunders come, they burst in your heart,
landscape of desolation and repressed sorrow.
Close your eyes and it will come the calm.
Tears fall down from the sky. Finally it's raining.
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2. |
Sinful Whispers
03:54
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Promise me you would have kept caressing
my dead old corpse over centuries.
Now you have left, you are gone,
and everything here seems an abyss of lies.
Ashes go to ashes, wind tears apart,
and our souls get lost and shaped.
Just as in a brief dream, my chimera,
you stand aside me in this black inferno.
I don't even need your careless help.
I can kill myself through my dirty hands.
I had enough, just had enough.
I just want myself back, myself back.
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3. |
Chants Of Death
07:10
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Chants of death spreading through
forgotten prisons of innocent hearts,
spreading through the damned streets
marked by dead and buried corpses.
Ashes melt into the thick smoke,
dissolving, fading away.
Chants of death, dispersing ad I lost myself,
now alive, now alone.
I confess my sins at the shadow of the night.
I know it will care as I am its son.
That's the burden of my tears,
now that I know I won't come back.
Moans last for hours
through a dark red dawn,
'till the light of a pale moon,
slice of a world watching us, feeling mercy.
How much is cold this winter! This loch was still so cold
before my lost soul entered within.
And I steal the night to the scared stars.
It belongs to me, it belongs to me...
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No Tears For The Dead
06:14
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Thunders shatter the cold glass
of silence, and break into my sleep.
I remember when I was a child,
my grandfather told me stories.
Rain washes away the last disquiet of the night.
How do leaves feel when they die?
I pick up ashes dispelled by the wind.
The moon reflects into a water mirror.
Memories rise to the surface as millions of dead fishes.
I would have never believed I could consume so fast.
And there was a strange hunger, which we could not deny.
And there was hatred for a loveless land.
Never more tears for the dead.
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The Final Trip
04:32
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Mother, the unholy door is open and free.
The angel with the broken wings is crying its sins.
Seeds from an upcoming plague
are spreading around the globe.
With crumbling souls and whispering tongues,
we march toward the unknown.
Through the eyes of the dead
it's now clear, this future won't see the light.
Within the chaos of the storm
we march toward the unknown.
Mother, mother, can't you see now?
Thousands of maidens are screaming loud, in pain and blood their trip finds its end.
Mother, mother, don't you hear me?
Praise a god for a whole life won't take me back to paradise.
Bring the end.
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Instrumental.
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7. |
Until Sorrow Do Us Part
07:23
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You'll never know, my dear
how's the winter without you.
You'll never know the fear
of living everyday a deja-vu.
Home is when no one can see.
Heaven is a futile landscape.
Hell is a cold fire,lightning up the path.
You are beyond uncountable limits.
You are the flesh and the bones.
The win and the loss.
The last step to sky and sea.
On and on, this neverending path,
a soliloquy for mind and heart.
From this cold, old broken stone
all this sufference knew its roots.
And to that stone one day I must return
to make amend of all my pale sins.
Tons of sheets where I wrote one word,
repeating silence, figuring out.
A sober mind won't be enough
to face this abomination.
Peace is an endless tumultuous sleep,
you wake up when you were born.
On and on, this neverending path,
a soliloquy for mind and heart.
Hell is a cold fire, lightning up the path.
You tried for a possible solution.
To fail was to keep your feet moveless.
No one won, no one lost.
The last step for those who cannot see.
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Alba Naples, Italy
"Alba" is the black metal/dark ambient/neofolk solo project of Slavnik, a.k.a. Raffaele Ferrara (vocals and keyboard in "Neve"). It was born in 2015 in Naples.
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