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The Atmosphere Between
04:15
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As the sands of time blend with//that of this dead man’s valley//the hallucination’s puddle deepens//while I draw closer//to the center of madness//what is this//what is this torture?//In a secluded raving for peace//I am now one with the deadened//aspirations of youth//what form of torture//has been bestowed upon me?//when the very surface of which I wish//to be devoured//will not accept my donations//I have failed//I find myself nonsensical; “nothing is never enough as we wither with the sands of time”//I am lost in the atmosphere between//sanity and my mind’s corruption//I was dragged to the lands that bleed forever//and I returned to nothing//I have searched through the inner workings//there was nothing left//I escaped from the lands that grieve forever//and I returned to nothing//I have searched through the inner workings//there was (nothing)//there was built a perception of life//beyond the borders of death//there was built a perspective of life//at the borders of death//I am lost in the atmosphere between.
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Nights
03:18
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Night! that wretched event//where heaven earth and hell will//harmonize//on this current setting I find myself lying in my vast//my vast sanctuary of self reflection//(my anger is a house)//I will bed with destruction//and in that romanticism//will be born//a rather interesting proposition//and when I sing my son to sleep//I'll plant my nightmares into his head//my horrible visions complete//I cannot wait for those nights!//I now bed with destruction//and in this romanticism//is now born a rather interesting specimen//Night! This wretched event//where heaven earth and hell collide//my wonderful plan to//plant the seeds//of my resentment //takes shape//I only live to savour the pain of existence//so I can wade in its shallow pool//my wonderful plan!//I am a deceiver//you were a fool//I do represent//all that I hate in this life//I am a deceiver//not just a fool//this (child) will represent//all that I hate in this life//your sole purpose was to be a shell//for when my dark present to the world is conceived I will often//look back and smile//oh it was I!// with mal intentions at night!
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Isolating The Moth
03:37
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Sprawled across the sign//like limbs deadened and decayed//were letters that spelled the harsh reality//of what my future held//just beyond those lead lined doors//its been days since the elders cast me out//they’d said I had forgotten//what it was to feel//all alone am banished// to the black house where the light of that day//repeats//that day when I saw a man clutching on to his son//with a look of confusion//scribed across his face//he had explained to me//(with such conviction)//the fraudulence of my work//and disguised his fears//with a sharpened tongue (then I quickly took//control of THAT situation)//there standing at the top of the stairs was//the architect that brought death//to the oncoming herd//to the oncoming herd//I never heard the warning//that was never//meant to be heard//ill fate was wished upon he who had power to draw the world//but exhaustion plagues the strength of this fallen angels hands//my intentions were never to appease the gods!//I solely wished to make a//a mockery of what they protect//now all alone in my//my dark corner of the world//I fly towards the light of that day
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Atlas Mourned
04:32
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Beyond the wreckage//where a century of hope is found//one man is left underneath//the weight of a fallen empire//to rot with the seeds of lust//could the sun rise and shed some light?//the sun won’t rise (“oh, shed some light!”)//to mend those wounds formed by the darkness//of a nations loathsome hands that had//held him down under a city of sin//when the foundation crumbled and the light caved in//even the greatest skyline did collapse//in the presence of a dream//that dream called hope//yet somewhere beyond the wreckage//there once died a man//amongst the remnants of his//failures//the horror rebuilds over these salvaged lands//and it industrialized fear//the horror rebuilds over to start again//to start again//the nation that portrayed hope//as a perishable resource//is lost within itself.
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I’m asleep assuming the role of victim//I feel something//I’m awake assuming the role of a stranger//something cold surrounds (me)//all through the dark//I open my eyes to a//contorted pale frame//her eyes staring out to//nowhere at all//she moves so gracefully in spite of me//dancing unlawfully transparent and white//belligerent I respond to a distorted sense of volume//with ears hearing nothing//I start to fear my own fate//before I even begin//belligerent I remove the covers//to reveal a//much darker incarnation of fear//and I fear my own fate//will mirror that of this wretch!//I pretend there was life//at the//bedside I will believe//I believe in this life//I can see I am graced by//graced by the in-disposable presence of death at my place of rest//the apparition, transparent and white.
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It was quite magnificent//through the exchange of blood torrents//was painted an array of floor tiles//and with a disregard for symmetry//the lines blurred//to a dull representation//of functionality and control//I was bound to a dim fate//what an unfortunate occasion//when one could become victim//to the dusk of his//of his understanding//there was a reason for the imperfections at hand//standing in the mirror enfrente de mi horror//and it bore the basis for this concept of parallels//then with the utmost//precision nailed me to an idea//betrayal underneath the skin//underneath the skin//a betrayal!//now inside this reflection lies what a//tormented man is made of//how absurd//to believe that what gives life//could be poison//then there was one line to destroy the outcome of this//y despues era una linea mala no hay parallels!//yet in spite of this confusion//I see life escape me//at the cessation of parallels I feel my pulse retreat//but these line are NOT parallel//and they never will be!//now through an ever present manipulation lies a newly found truth//I was bound to a grim fate//and was coalesced by deception’s calloused hands I’ve been crucified by internal war and left to die alone//left to die alone//and with a disregard for symmetry//the lines blurred//to a dull representation//of functionality and control//I was bound to this fate//what an unfortunate occasion//when one could become victim//to the dusk of his//of his understanding//in this moment//of my demise//my heart collapses//in this final breath//my eternity//forever free!//from these calloused hands//forever free!//I do believe//I am saved//from eternity//forever free!
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Alighieri Tracy, California
Alighieri is an American melodic death metal band from Tracy, California. Formed in 2006, the band has released three EP’s in addition to various demos and promotional material.
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