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The Inner Vortex
16
Metal
The Inner Vortex è stato pubblicato il 25 settembre 2015 da Osmose Productions come parte dell'album Eschatonizer
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Data di uscita25 settembre 2015
EtichettaOsmose Productions
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM136

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deathcode Society
Deathcode Society
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arnaud Ménard
Arnaud Ménard
Songwriter

Testi

In the mirror appears the man I call me
But this reflection makes no sense
To be means to fall into the misery of flesh
Yet the call of nothingness brings no solution
Tired to live, yet not wishing anything else
I feel sick of my own existence
Today rises a scream I once buried within my guts
Wandering, going in circles
I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness
The howling within keeps silent
Constraind to limits flesh and spirit can't stand
Bound to the Angel when the Beast arises
My mind's a blazing maelstöm
Where matter and ether are torn
Stuck to existence
Like a spider on the mirror surface
I climb a crystal mountain
Reflecting icons in rags
Echos of reality
Wandering, going in circles
I'm doomed to this pathetic weakness
And swallow my screams until
I'm suffocated
Whirling
Wandering
When grows the inner storm
With blazing razors of ice
When grows the inner storm
With blazing razors of ice
When the flesh turns into a hurricane
Drowns into the lake of fire
When even the soul is frozen
Then lead to self-ignition
The smallest word sinks in a white silence
With a burning noise of terror
White silence
A vanishing mind is calling
De profundis ad lucem
Oh
Captive in the black hole's center
Motionless exile
Lost in the eye of the inner vortex
Consciousness is scattered into dust
Captive in the black hole's center!
Have I been possessed by an outer god
And chained in the kingdom of Hades
It might be the time to ride the tiger
And conquer the darkest places
Am I doomed to feed the grind
The whirling chaos with my own blood
And sacrifice my own consciousness
On the altar of chtonian demons
Captive in the black hole's center
Motionless exile
Lost in the eye of the inner vortex
Consciousness is scattered into dust
Written by: Arnaud Ménard
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