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Radix Mendosus
03:05
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Your insane rage has only nailed a vain simulacrum to these mountains.
Your blows will have dealt only on a little clay.
Free in the bonds of this fragile flesh, the soul of Prometheus escapes your fury.
So here it is my fault, execrable and sublime.
Compatir, what an infamy!
Devote oneself, what a crime!
I would have, unpunished, defying your rigors,
Open the oppressed my liberating arms?
Foolish! To be moved when pity breaks out!
I wanted to do away with the evil gods.
I stole your fire from you, from conquest to conquest I tore your revered scepter from your hands.
So here it is my fault, execrable and sublime.
Compatir, what an infamy!
Devote oneself, what a crime!
I would have, unpunished, defying your rigors,
Open the oppressed my liberating arms?
Foolish! To be moved when pity breaks out!
I wanted to do away with the evil gods.
Deceived desires! Faded dream!
Tiré de Prométhée de Louise ACKERMANN
Taken from Prometheus by Louise ACKERMANN
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Dusk Inexora
02:52
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I saw, over there, slowly disappear a misty sun
which was dying without splendor
A globe of a thick red, exhausted heat
which did not make anyone look down
And you, Sun, too, I love to see you sink!
Star uncrown like a king of the Earth
Head of a shorn king that the night will cloister
It is over, he succumbs, the luminous monster
they said to be eternal
He turns pale like us, he is dying
and his grave is only a bloody fog
in some corner of the sky
Grimace of dying! Funeral grimace!
That in a bored sky every day he shows...
It's sweet to me to feel his vulgar way of dying tonight!
Because I hate you, Sun, I hate you as
the impassive witness to the pains of this earth...
Fire thing, heartless, I hate you like a man
One day you will lose your fire
your azure, your beauty, and you will shine
with your unholy light
insulting immortality
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Pathopithecus
02:59
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On the black gallows, one-armed friend
The lean, the devil's paladins
The skeletons of Saladins
Dance of the Hanged Men
Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff
His little black puppets who grin at the sky
The crow acts as a plume for these cracked brains
A scrap of flesh clings to each lean chin
You would say, to see them turning in their dark combats
They were stiff knights clashing pasteboard armours
Hurray! the gay dancers, you whose bellies are gone!
Never mind whether it's fighting or dancing!
Beelzebub, maddened, saws on his fiddles!
Clenches his knuckles on his thighbone with a crack
Uttering cries like mocking laughter
Skips back into the dance to the music of the bones!
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Devius Doxa
03:35
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Past the wan-mooned abysses of night
I have lived o'er my lives without number
I have sounded all things with my sight
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness
Clawing fiends of future sadness
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie
Thus the living, lone and sobbing
In the throes of anguish throbbing
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest
‘Oh, great was the sin of my spirit
And great is the reach of its doom
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it
Nor can respite be found in the tomb
Down the infinite aeons come beating
the wings of unmerciful gloom
In the barren branches creaking
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking
Damn'd demons of despair
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Praecipuos
03:17
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I shall strike you without anger
And without hate, like a butcher
The lymph of suffering may brim
To slake my desert of its drought
So my desire, by hope made stout
Upon your salty tears may swim
Like a vessel which puts to sea
And in my heart that they'll make drunk
Your beloved sobs will resound
Like a drum beating the charge!
Am I not a discord
In the heavenly symphony
Thanks to voracious Irony
She's in my voice, the termagant!
All my blood is her black poison!
I am the sinister mirror
In which the vixen looks
I am the wound and the dagger!
I am the blow and the cheek!
I am the members and the wheel
Victim and executioner!
I'm the vampire of my own heart
One of those utter derelicts
Condemned to a hysterical laugh
And ferocious smile
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Ater Continum
02:58
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Searching for the eye of God
I only saw one vast orbit, black and bottomless
hence the night that inhabits it shines
on the world and always thickens
A strange rainbow surrounds this dark well
threshold of the old chaos whose nothingness is
the shadow, spiral engulfing Worlds and Days!
The sun was there, dying in the abyss
The star, in the depths of the fog, without the air that
revives it, grew cold, gloomy and slowly destroyed
You could see its sinister roundness in the night
and in this gloomy silence one could see
its fiery ulcers diminishing under a leprosy of shadow
Around it time, space, number, form and noise expired
creating the formidable and dark unity of nothingness
The Specter Nothing lifted its head out of the abyss
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Unto Denial
02:43
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Folly, error, sin, avarice
Occupy our minds and labor our bodies
And we feed our pleasant remorse
As beggars nourish their vermin
Our sins are stubborn, our repentance faint
We sell our weak confessions at high price
Returning gaily to the bogs of vice
Thinking base tears can cleanse our every taint
Thinking base tears can cleanse our every taint
Pillowed on evil, Satan Trismegist
Ceaselessly cradles our enchanted mind
The flawless metal of our will we find
Volatilized by this rare alchemist
The Devil holds the puppet threads and swayed
Daily we take one further step toward Hell
Suffering no horror in the olid shade
Daily we take one further step toward Hell
Suffering no horror in the olid shade
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Melostriatum
02:31
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Yet with an unseen Angel for protector
The outcast child is enrapt by the sun
And in all that he eats, in everything he drinks
He finds sweet ambrosia and rubiate nectar
Pain is the one nobility we have
Which not the hungry ground nor hell shall ever gnaw
Weave me a mystic crown, free from all earthly flaw
Weave me a mystic crown, free from all earthly flaw
His lucid essence flames with lightnings, veiled by fire
Is all the furious world, all the lewd conflict there
Pain is the one nobility we have
Which not the hungry ground nor hell shall ever gnaw
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TRAGOS France
TRAGOS est un groupe de Death Metal Old School mélangeant les riffs Old School avec des riffs inspirés d'oeuvres de la
Musique Classique TRAGOS is an Old School Death Metal band combining Old School riffs with Classical Music inspired riffs
TRAGOS is:
Cédric - Guitars
François - Bass
Kévin - Vocals
Laurent - Drums
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