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To the roots
05:25
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The sun is turning down
dark clouds move silently
they brings the words that
no one speaks
Between the ashes
the old lives
if I wake from dreams
what will I see?
Between the ashes
the old waits
if I wake from this sleep
what will see me?
I won't show the road
but beneath my feet
I feel the worms still crawl
and I hear the snakes still move down
If I wake from this sleep
what will see me?
You won't guide me
You won't help me
You won't see me
You won't show me
You won't tell me
You won't give me
You won't help me
You won't see me
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2. |
Cozu
03:30
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3. |
Syringa
05:33
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It was not for me
this warmth was not for me
they were not for me
these colors were not for me
maybe this makes me an usurper
but not until they will come
My steps are heavier than others
my back is more crooked than the others
my road begins where others end
water gets into my bones and bends my back
Until they will come
the scent of the lilac is mine
no drop will touch your shining spark
I’ll be a tireless guard
And if they will come
the scent of the lilac will disappear with me
‘cause in the silence are the keys
The circle never opens for me
My part is always the last
my holy mountains so high
my hands are colder out of the fence
wind sounds louder, keeps every resonance
Until they will come
the scent of the lilac is mine
no drop will touch your shining spark
I’ll be a tireless guard
And if they will come
the scent of the lilac will disappear with me
‘cause in the silence are the keys
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Pain will come
sight is blurring
ears are closing
mercy won’t bless us
here
Our blood will feed the ground
this is, no more, your choice
this night we walk the line
tonight we’re close to...
Walk the line
face your face
you will see
you’ll get close
you’ll get close
and your blood will bless the ground
Our blood will feed the ground
this is, no more, your choice
this night we walk the line
tonight we’re close to...
Pain will come
and sweat will drop
in this place our bodies don’t belong to us
we all know
we all knew
cannot hide it
it’s not fair
(break the breath)
Our blood will feed the ground
this is, no more, your choice
this night we walk the line
tonight we’re close to gods
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5. |
The march of the stones
04:09
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Unison hearts
slide on a fragile iced leaf
in this lost white hell
rising up the veins
taking you slowly
keep on running
Sun don’t live here
trees don’t live here
birds don’t live here
nothing lives here
You are the ride
and in the heart of nothingness
your light burns
keep on running
There’s no tomorrow
erased yesterday
unison hearts share the breath
the shining light is yours
the burning light is you
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6. |
The song of the moth
04:47
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What remains of the shadow on the rock
of the rotten golden grapes
lying under tired vines
of the heat of burning flames
What remains of the silence of the calm
of the scent of the rain
and the sound of your voice
New breath will expire
new flesh will grow
another ring will close
deeper mind will born
What remains of my invisible flight
of my watch on the dreams of the night
what remains of my life in the dark
and the whispers I lift up from the dust
What remains of the dust on my wings?
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Two steel ravens
03:33
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9. |
Cauterize
05:26
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Flies are getting nervous
behind my stitched muscles
acid thoughts like iron nails
but fibers pulse again
All my memories are stained
my mistakes so shameful
I’ve sold myself for that
and now I’m walking in this field of glass
Clean my wounds with salt
I’ve been blind
but now in these flames
I can see your shape
Rotten soul with faults
I’ve been frail
but now in these flames
I will sign your fate
Flies are all gone
behind my stitched muscles
old worn clothes left down
burden of so many years
past is gone but your wrinkles
don’t worth a single scar
leave my chains behind
I’ll make you swallow your smile
I will crawl all night through these roses
until their thorns will rip my skin
need to know what lays in deep below to see
it’s not too late for me
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10. |
Hunted
02:49
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11. |
Lyra
04:06
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The wood creaks
04:14
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Father tell me why
I'll see this moon alone
I see the shape of a dreki
in the storm
(fyrir okkur, fyrir thor, fyrir okkur öll!)
The horn greets our land
the fjord is far
the figurehead dominates the prow
the frozen wind blows
Oh son, I should be brave
wood creaks with every wave
the sky is turning grey
the gods want us to pay
Father tell me why
I'm here alone again
I don't see any shape of your dreki
on the sand
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13. |
Deadlyre
03:56
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Thick air is waiting
silence is calling
is what you created
and you’re standing
Nothing is written
nothing is done
your ethic doesn’t rule anymore
A night so deep
you won’t believe
the sun will rise again
and brightness will show every ugliness
every stain on your soul
every plastic for gold
where is the line of your lies?
Nothing is done
and nothing is written
but the deadlyre is playing
and you will come
You’ll exchange one hour for your days
‘cause when you let it wake
you’re already gone
and you are gone
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14. |
Rot
01:55
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A Tergo Lupi Italy
A Tergo Lupi was born in 2018.
Their music melt dark neofolk atmospheres with industrial influences, tied tightly to the nordic voice of the tagelharpa and to the depth of war drums.
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