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A World Of Madness
03:18
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In my restless dreams
I see the high flames
blazing and Burning all I love
Pushing me high above
Upon these I blow with fear
I want them to meet me halfway
All I want is keeping them here
I hold between my arms
I'm so afraid of pain
In your eyes and in your wait
I try to read all the meanings of the world
I can only feel them
But I can sense my despair
It’s a world of madness
A place full of life
A space where only substance exists
A flame that burns too high
I hold between my arms
I'm so afraid of pain
The seed, the germ
Again and again
The World between my arms
The seed, the germ
Again and again
This line has come to an end
Erasing everything
Again and again
The seed, the germ
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Spiral End
03:40
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Nothing
Is the darkest depth
The constant and tiresome research
Of the cold embrace of unity
All my hopes are like caresses
When you’re spent
All my vanity are like whispers in the ear
When you long for death
Something that doesn’t want to stop
Something doomed to remain
The end of being together and of its pain
My concerns are always forerun by intention
My laboured breaths are constantly choked
By this tiresome repetition
These are the spiral and its distant end
This is the spiral coiling
It writhes haunting me to finally bend
The miracle of being
Has suddenly made it worth something
Always is forever
Yet it’s not part of this path
These are the spiral and its distant end
This is the spiral coiling
It writhes haunting me to bend
In between these cracks
I see the glow, I feel the warmth
Caught in an endless twirl
Where peace, anguish and pain spin
Caught in an endless twirl
The space is filled only with my jaded dreams
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Where The Angels Retreat
03:24
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The spirit of history is bloody
An insatiable massacre chain
It’s the place where it drags
Its miserable body
A new dawn will come
So that the next massacre chain can be forged
What’s revolution?
How can it be so persistent
In spite of its inherent contradiction?
Each system stems from infinity
The finiteness dripping from completeness
Is the essence of existence
These are the tears gushing from perfection
These are the fears feeding its intention
How long before the finiteness returns to infinity?
That is the root and the end of all evil
Until it reaches an age of evolutions
Until it must go through an aeon of positions
These are the tears gushing from perfection
These are the fears feeding its intention
These are the tears gushing from perfection
These are the fears feeding its resurrection
All of his broken dreams are nothing more
Than the fears whispered by the careless winds
Where are they taking him and what will he do there?
I’m sorry for him
Perfection is not suited to know about being
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The Birth Of Tragedy
02:59
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Look at these moons
They look like knives
Rising in spite of their paleness
Burning it with these dazzling lights
Eyeless and tearless
They lighten it looking for it
The faint glow blinding life
The moon has another face
The moon is a senseless worm
which came to devour the world
Useless and bladeless
It’s just another narrow
Wound shining bright
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The Denial Of Death
03:37
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I was walking on this symphony
A journey that has brought me home
From its window I witness a ceremony
It’s the house of the mind
No door nor exit to enter while standing
Only a gruesome trespassing
A trustful fall seems like
a collapse with no end
A trustful fall
My scars are wounds on the mend
My scars are alive and on the mend
I knew it in spite of everything
All of my voices are gone
Silence has given way to the tickling of bones
It’s the house of repetition
No door nor exit to enter while standing
Constantly dragged into being
A trustful fall seems like
a collapse with no end
A trustful fall
My scars are wounds on the mend
My scars are alive and on the mend
My scars are on wounds the mend
Alone in this place
I am shown the denial of death
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Overdose Delusion
04:03
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The only thing we can say is
What we're not,
What we don't want.
The impossible is unperceivable
Is nothing but its image drenched in
This overdose of delusion
The only thing we can say is
The flowing of things
Has left us alone
The moment of being
From the time we’re born
Is a dot on a straight line
Piercing and dragging us to
This overdose of delusion
And what we have been building
Is nothing
Nothing but its image
Is nothing
Nothing but the open door of this cage
Each possible negation
It’s just the logic
Except in its edification
That cuts reality like a blade
And from its breach flows
The liquid that has created
This overdose of delusion
The only thing we can say is
That the impossible is unperceivable
It’s the very same pain which breeds
Nothing
Nothing but its image
Is nothing
Nothing but the open door of this cage
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It shall be engraved upon your soul
its crimson ghosts
summoning their
divine assault
it spreads crimson petals upon a world
whose lonely hearts
are becoming impure
It should be carved into these clouds
from their soaking wet gashes
with pain and regret
Forsaken Petals fall
On this line made of words
No fear, nor death
you know so little
about the hearts of the men
From a heaven born of its own failure
The World paints itself as impure
It will be the hand that leads your fall
from its witness
colored tears
on a world unstoppably gone
The joy of youth
trapped in this cage
in glory your soul sinks
in this sea of pain
it keeps sinking in this sea of pain
From a heaven born of its own failure
The World paints itself as impure
Covered in pain
Unacceptable by man
Upon a World
whose lonely hearts
are engraving their youth
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Vestigial Dream
03:36
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For those who have embraced the arms of death
The extent of truth
should never change
A purple shape lies wrapped in the wings of the dead
a yellow dawn rises in pain
All the things they held
always die by themselves
One hand is weaving that veil woven with regrets
Love and Justice can only clash against the waves of truth
buried and forgotten
Always die by themselves
One hand is weaving
that veil woven with regrets
Always die by themselves
Seething with fear in the waves of truth
For those who have embraced the arms of death
The extent of truth
should never change
Desire and hope can only die with youth
Broken wings bound by a woven veil of lies
it hatch in fear when the world endly dies
Vestigial Dream
The extent of truth
should never change
Seething with fear in the waves of truth
A purple shape lies wrapped in the wings of the dead
covered in a soft veil
All the things they held
always die by themselves
One hand is weaving that veil woven with regrets
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Inside this empty place of forms
shadows of confused color walk
above a world of pain
a setting sun torments me
over a room of mine
In A world strewn
with scattered flowers
Aoorgh
This Setting Sun torments me
From the heart of the world I drink
untold things, no form has man
endless dying expanses on earth
reality of the World is shown t
he sense of being is the untold
Nothing lasts forever
Forever
A World strewn with scattered flowers
This Setting Sun torments me
From the heart of the world I drink
Above this world of pain
reality leaves room for void
The form, the child,
In this his shape of white
We live far apart
Abandoned by witness
like scattered flowers
they were born with forgiveness
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CALLISTO rec. Venice, Italy
A moniker more than a label. A bunch of lads who like to record and release extreme music.
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