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Lethargic loss of ambition.
Lethargic in the restless bustle of days,
the dreamer has lost his way.
With no rebels to feed,
the battles of the mind and soul.
Colors and sounds, full of outsider voices.
Loaded with hypnotic ignorance,
tirelessly speak,
about the promised walfare.
And they talk and talk and talk.
And in their talks strip him,
from the treasures of the soul.
Who could guess, the fateful moment
when we become our own shadows?
Lethargic in the restless bustle of days,
the dreamer has lost his way.
With no rebels to feed,
the battles of the mind and soul.
And in their talks strip him,
from the treasures of the soul.
Motivation and will.
The treasures of the soul.
Español :
Aletargada derrota de la ambición .
En el incesante y letárgico bullicio de días,
el soñador ha perdido su camino.
Sin rebeldes que alimenten,
las batallas de la mente y el alma...
Colores y sonidos, llenos de voces ajenas,
cargadas de hipnótica ignorancia,
hablan sin descanso,
del bienestar prometido.
Y hablan y hablan y hablan.
Y en sus charlas lo despojan,
de los tesoros del alma.
¿Quién podría adivinar, el momento fatídico
en que nos convertimos en nuestras propias sombras?
En el incesante y letárgico bullicio de días,
el soñador ha perdido su camino.
Sin rebeldes que alimenten,
las batallas de la mente y el alma...
Y en sus charlas lo despojan,
de los tesoros del alma.
La motivación y la voluntad.
Los tesoros del alma.
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Streets of despair.
05:31
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“Streets of despair”
I can guess the faint smile on your face.
The grim face, the pale glow of joy
long forgotten.
A wandering path.
Empty.
Steps that are lost,
in the echo of other steps.
And the incessant hum
of crowds also lost.
Where are your eyes hiding?
Who is watching them?
Miserable and cruel, the contempt walks,
across the streets of despair.
A thousand tears are one,
and all ignored.
A sigh in silence spreads
in a closed room.
Four walls steeped in mournful contemplation.
Español:
“Calles de la desesperación”
Puedo adivinar la sonrisa desmayada en tu rostro.
La mueca sombrìa, el pàlido fulgor de una alegrìa
hace tiempo olvidada.
Un camino errante.
Vacìo.
Pasos que se pierden,
en el eco de otros pasos.
Y el murmullo insesante
de multitudes tambièn perdidas.
¿Dónde están escondidos tus ojos?
¿Quién los contempla?
Miserable y cruel se pasea el desprecio,
por las calles de la desesperación.
Mil lágrimas son una,
y todas ignoradas.
Un suspiro se propaga en el silencio
de una habitación cerrada.
Cuatro paredes sumidas en apesadumbrada contemplación.
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Unjust Puhishment Of Fate.
Pain of the days,
plaintive swaying of memories and regrets,
words to the wind and cry in the dark.
Its needles hurt my flesh
in their attempt to maintain,
the breath of life within my entrails.
Unjust puhishment of fate.
In the cold and indifferent metal plate,
I thank the dream.
Pain of the days,
plaintive swaying of memories and regrets,
words to the wind and cry in the dark.
I'm not afraid of the infamous blackness,
the perpetual and latent emptiness.
The impending abyss
of no to exist.
I thank the dream.
Its needles hurt my flesh
in their attempt to maintain,
the breath of life within my entrails.
Unjust puhishment of fate.
Every breath that once lived in my being.
I thank the dream.
Insignificant, little light,
intermittent throbbing,
drowned in laughter and tragedy of my existence.
Pain of the days,
plaintive swaying of memories and regrets,
words to the wind and cry in the dark.
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The Despair And The Fatidic Arrow.
The fail always hunting our back,
consuming the light in the tired eyes.
Caring in its deadly halo,
the despair and the fatidic arrow...
The dust, will clean the path,
when no strong remain in this shadow,
for the darkness can be both,
the treasure and the gallows...
My cry is nothing. My body, my cell.
Caring in its deadly halo,
the despair and the fatidic arrow.
I´m still alone, where no place to belong.
Soon nothing will motivate my will,
and just the duty stays...
like a bloody chain.
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Poetic tragedy of the instant.
My darkness draw,
in your shadows,
fleeting confort,.
But in my hands,
only silence remains.
Poetic tragedy of the instant.
My shadows reflect the tragic grimace
of a dejected heart,
by the battles of old rebellions.
The cruelty of love and reason.
The light that you see, is just a mirage.
In silence, my shadness grows,
turning off the life in my eyes.
What is left of utopias,
more than memories brought
by empty hands?
Without them,
the light that you see is just a mirage.
My shadows reflect the tragic grimace
of a dejected heart,
by the battles of old rebellions.
The cruelty of love and reason.
The light that you see, is just a mirage.
The light that you see, is just a mirage.
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The Music Of All Things
Through darkened skies
perpetual dawn,
in dreams I see.
Kind solace in dying hour.
Upon my emptiness.
The music of all things.
Dark spirit,
caressing the loner smile.
Kind solace.
Upon my emptiness.
In peace and disgrace.
Kind solace in dying hour.
Upon my emptiness.
The music of all things.
Wild flower springs
through darkened skies
beneath the moon-ray.
Dying...
In moorland of my soul,
everything dies.
Kind solace in dying hour.
Upon my emptiness.
The music of all things.
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Mirage.
03:44
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Mirage.
I worked my way through a gloomy tumult
of abstract sensations,
so alike to despair.
While parade before my eyes,
aggressive images of new things to come.
And I saw the world as a dark fire,
barely latent in the shadows of time.
So painful are the ancient forms of progress to me.
Step by step unbearable falls on me,
the dancing dusk of the Avenue fair.
Colorful flashes seemed to fuse in the sight.
Chokes me,
the gloomy melancholy,
to contemplate the crowd,
hugging the big liberty sigh,
created by the ignorance
of not to know, what or who
handle the threads rooted on their minds.
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Andromeda.
20:26
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Andromeda.
Scary vision,
to those who really see.
The feelings and the lack of feelings,
trapped inside a nightmare.
Cold and distant eyes,
have no words for the soul departure.
Cold and distant cry,
housekeeper of my echoes of laughter.
Maybe the waves,
in the oceans of space,
still bring in its infinite halo,
the words once pronounce,
lost in the arms of time.
Beloved particles of my need,
on its way to Andromeda travels.
Electromagnetic effluviums.
Lost in the arms of time,
eternally traveling, far away from the sun.
Near Andromeda´s lights,
where those who no longer
share our days, remain.
Lost in the arms of time.
decications :
This song is dedicated to all of those
we love, and dramatically passed away.
Humans and nonhumans...
To our beloved ghosts.
Please never stop visiting our dreams.
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Vision from the Child.
Once sleep was deny,
by the horrors of the night.
Until I found out,
that was easier to hide,
in the darkness of its shadows.
Vision from the child.
Dreaming of freedom in this last stage.
Dreaming of freedom...
This terrible pain, keeping my breath,
hurting the depth of my poor being.
The tragic wake up, to human nature.
We all deserve to die.
Once sleep was deny,
by the horrors of the night.
Until I found out,
that was easier to hide,
in the darkness of its shadows.
Vision from the child...
The grass was humid,
the blood so dark.
Moonlight shows the faces all around.
The tragic wake up, to human nature.
We all deserve to die.
The big mouth descend from the sky,
to devour the light,
covering the ALL with its black.
We all deserve to die...
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Upon Shadows Montevideo, Uruguay
Female Dark Metal Duo formed in Montevideo, (Uruguay) in 2002. Based in Finland since 2013.
Lineup:
Natalia Arocena - bass
Tamara Picardo - keyboards, guitars, vocals and drums.
+ Dark ambient stuff at:
tamarapicardo.bandcamp.com
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