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Looking for Consequences

Metal

Looking for Consequences foi lançado em 12 de janeiro de 2026 por Eklipse como parte do álbum Introspection

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumIntrospection

Data de lançamento12 de janeiro de 2026

EditoraEklipse

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM119

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Eklipse

Guitar

Felipe Andreoli

Felipe Andreoli

Bass Guitar

SIMONE PAGA

Vocals

Maria Ilmoniemi

Maria Ilmoniemi

Keyboards

Alberto Iezzi

Drums

Kiko Loureiro

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Filippo Travani

Filippo Travani

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Eklipse

Producer

Jens Bogren

Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Travis Smith

Graphic Design

Letra

Duality,

Sudden perdition.

Library on fire,

Wild acts does inspire.

My own hands, my own chains,

And black vapor in my veins.

There are no chairs,

Nor warmth can be shared.

There's no place to lie,

No light is safe nearby.

All the pages starting to cripple

And the knowledge won't assist.

Flare out the answer to all riddles,

And no resolution shall persist.

Pollution is my own strength;

The miles are the size of arms' lengths.

The secret search for something deeper,

No vase is able to be the keeper.

From the blaze to the ice,

Both damnation and the price,

And all the way back

Through the mountains that are wracked.

Rotten bronzes, statues alive,

But of all the senses they're deprived.

The plagued roads of minds,

While judgment, red and old, winds,

And all the way back.

Standing up, merged with cloud,

In a furnace that makes of fire his shroud.

In its gut is consumed the rant,

Shaping the fabric of corrupted plant.

Roots grow and invade the stones,

And the living beings become drones.

The clouds turn reddish like leaves,

Painting with anger my own belief.

The garden of dreams prepares to burst;

No amount of kilns can make it worse.

The empty shell that walks for first,

Before the blizzard can calm his thirst.

From all the books from which he is nursed,

All the notions where he's well versed.

Meanwhile his inside is cursed;

To madness he is coerced.

The spark that lights the torch

Is the source of everlasting scorch.

The windows tremble,

Architect of the quiver temple,

And the words implode.

Till letters become a code,

As reality is collateral.

The solution to all, trilateral.

Written by: Filippo Travani

Rodapé Shazam

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