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Libraries
05:04
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This cosmic silence is a keyhole for the wise, a garden of abstract forces hiding its primal root.
We drain the visions on the unbroken matter; our cerebral blades are unable to cut through this simplified complexity.
We were granted the insight, from the libraries of time.
This fragile life is a foreign tongue.
Do we exist for the sake of absurdity? The astral luster blinds us. Theories are bound into obscurity. Ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
Artifacts from sculpting fire
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Fluidness of the eternal being
We were granted the insight, from the libraries of time.
This fragile life is a foreign tongue.
We were granted the insight, from the libraries of time.
This fragile life is a foreign tongue.
Blank constellations and abysmal motives, skies full of knowledge stained by lucent secrets
scrolls, torn into infinity, emerging flames ready to blaze eternal through this universe of uncharted truths while we remain just observers.
We were granted the insight, from the libraries of time.
This fragile life is a foreign tongue.
This life is a foreign tongue.
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Visionaries
05:02
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The mourning echoes through the skies and through our selves it comes alive.
We see our days in the pyre, unveiling visions of pain, we dive in misery.
Our trembling voice’s an open letter, we are all the same yet we see each other blurred,
we share the same fate, a silent last breath.
We are all visionaries, who deny the things they see.
We are all visionaries, yet we remain silent for the upcoming catastrophe.
Perception is delusional when you rely only on hope.
Savagery won't always come from the brutes, unveiling visions of ruin, perpetual truth.
Our trembling voice’s an open letter, we are all the same yet we see each other blurred,
we share the same fate, a silent last breath.
We are all visionaries, who deny the things they see.
We are all visionaries, yet we remain silent for the upcoming catastrophe.
Time will break into shards, cutting us all as its pieces scatter.
We are all visionaries, who deny the things they see.
We are all visionaries who deny the things they feel.
We are all visionaries, who deny the things they see.
We are all visionaries, yet we remain silent for the upcoming catastrophe.
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Ardent
05:14
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This moment ignites as I submerge in unwritten laments.
I seek for you, through this blossomed wish.
Lend me your sight, so I can see through fables unknown.
Lend me your wings, so I can break my boundaries.
I am a dark cloud suspended on the horizon
waiting to pour its rain on the earth
so that the dead will quench their thirst.
This is the Ardent One.
The keeper of the key,
the one who holds the unrevealed power
to guide the waves away, he’s gallantry incarnated.
This is the Ardent One.
The keeper of the key.
A gust of despair, upheaval, a thundering storm,
lend me your might so I can escape this flood
you are the boulder on my lonesome shore,
the healing wind that replenished
my wounded summer which was bleeding cold,
a radiant ray, piercing the shadows,
I close my eyes and I open my soul.
The deepest void lies within ourselves, when emptiness grabs the reins,
when darkness strikes like a stampede, but we must endure.
This is the Ardent One.
The keeper of the key,
the one who holds the unrevealed power
to guide the waves away, he’s gallantry incarnated.
This is the Ardent One.
The keeper of the key.
These scattered pieces must unite again
flee from oblivion.
Lend me your secret, for my sea run dry
Lend me your secret, your purging light
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Colorless
04:26
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The morning light, so dull, like what follows ahead.
Standing still, with a flickering soul, like a candle next to a half-closed window.
Stale smiles and dry eyes, recalling moments seems like accidental fire.
The weary mind, close to fall, among those broken. Close to fall.
A season dressed in tears, pointless stares at the walls, an underlying despair.
Thoughts are echoing louder.
Stale smiles and dry eyes, recalling moments seems like accidental fire.
A heart wilted by the downpours, a sparrow against arrows.
Every day and night feels the same.
He is drained of himself and dry wood burns faster
there's no matter how dark his room is.
Colorless
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Breathless eternity.
Emptiness, persisting like a desert storm, he is a castaway in his own reign.
Isolation crafted by the hands of fate; an incomplete state of decay.
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5. |
Engorging the Aeons
06:57
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They came as guides, offering a canopy of stars,
how could we turn our eyes away?
They came as healers, holding a piece of divine flesh,
such profound beings, couldn’t hide deception.
An avalanche of power caused by a sudden howl
we were holding the universe and all the pleasures inside it.
They came as restless travelers
like the illusions of what we ought to be.
How could we accept the fact that we were imperfect?
We lay in our ruins.
We stand as kings but we bow as slaves.
Let our kingdom rise.
The tallest towers will bear our regalia
A shade covering the land.
Like the presence of a demigod
We will engorge the aeons and we will spit them out.
An avalanche of power caused by a sudden howl
we were holding the universe and all the pleasures inside it.
A shade covering the land.
We will engorge the aeons and we will spit them out
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6. |
Χρονικό
02:26
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7. |
Nourishing Rites
09:54
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How much darkness we hide in thin laces of light?
Under shades we gather our dust.
We are lost emissaries who loathe time,
distant voices that glorify the frozen sun.
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We scatter our tears, like infertile seeds
Familiar noises, unpleasant but sweet
A flurry of regrets, moving violently
The will for abundance, an unbearable sin
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
These mending touches we deny will reach the soul
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
Embracing the urge to spread these tattered wings
Slithering whispers, coiling around consciousness,
like monuments that shouldn’t exist.
Looming keys for the adamant locks
thrown in a river of drowned words,
abandoned and unable to rust,
ost without purpose.
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
These mending touches we deny will reach the soul
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
Embracing the urge to spread these tattered wings
Sharpened memories
are sunken in our solace,
like the last glances
before the departure.
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
These mending touches we deny will reach the soul
Carry me away
Through nourishing rites
Embracing the urge to spread these tattered wings
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Berehynia Thessaloniki, Greece
Berehynia is a metal band from
Thessaloniki Greece, formed by members of bands from the city's music
scene.
It was founded in 2017, after Dagger of Betrayal's breakup, by the remaining line-up,in order to complete
the band's second album Nourishing rites and continue performing in gigs, writing new material and sharing a common view.
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