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Deception
Metal
Deception은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2026년 1월 12일일에 Eklipse에서 발매되었습니다.Introspection
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발매일2026년 1월 12일
라벨Eklipse
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
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BPM141

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Eklipse
Eklipse
기타
Felipe Andreoli
Felipe Andreoli
베이스 기타
SIMONE PAGA
SIMONE PAGA
보컬
Maria Ilmoniemi
Maria Ilmoniemi
건반
Alberto Iezzi
Alberto Iezzi
드럼
Marco Cardona
Marco Cardona
기타
작곡 및 작사
Filippo Travani
Filippo Travani
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Eklipse
Eklipse
프로듀서
Jens Bogren
Jens Bogren
마스터링 엔지니어, 믹싱 엔지니어
Travis Smith
Travis Smith
그래픽 디자인

가사

The numbers grow from the brushstroke,
Such wonder can't be told.
Steam in veins, brass deity of movement and time,
Rusty will of some unknown crime.
Listen to yourself,
Your memories,
Sing of my fable as I twist my nerves.
 
And the gentle smoke the paint preserves.
 
The destination stands as white as obsidian,
And changes as the dreamer changes his vision.
They bend as the sun thrusts the meridian,
Mists made of colors, star collisions.
The visionary man of sand smiles on this;
Rust and sand draw the line.
 
And this chair is far too distant from the dream;
Just the sentinel can spot the scheme.
A lonely man and his madness stargaze,
But the path he lives on survives delays.
I can raise myself from this heavy throne,
Become what others can't see.
See the dreams, feel the contrast
Between what's grey and what's real.
 
Perfection by the hand of the ignoble,
Pure circle beyond what's global.
 
I've dreamt of a distant sun,
I've drawn the mystic one.
Create life with my hands and eyes,
Imagination endures, no demise.
Playing God on an empty wall,
Pictures alive, more human than I’ve ever been.
 
Away from this empty shell it lies within.
 
All the matter that pre-exists,
Shapes and errors frozen in time.
Dull, plain, empty as the emptiest life,
The same shell that covers the forger.
Colorful lines, raw and bizarre,
Endless types of future, different kinds of men.
 
And I feel no comfort from all of this,
Because the path is not like the stars beneath.
Now, when you wake and watch the night,
The wind takes on and runs across the way.
As you follow the white one that walks away,
You may find that there’s no treasure for the curious,
Nor roots of trees for the brave,
Or gold for the visionary.
 
No longer will I taste the sweet dance of paint,
As the icon falls to pieces all around.
 
The mind, all it wishes is to crawl.
Hope chooses one of them,
Every night.
Waking up, waking up again,
The chaotic one is gone.
The chaotic one is gone.
 
Shaped and twisted
In a chaotic bazaar,
Turning into
The original form.
Desperation 
Shudders and leans,
Grinding what 
Was pale and clean.
Written by: Filippo Travani
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