1. |
Deinòs
01:13
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
'Till It Blossoms
03:58
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Leaflets swell
with pride
with outstreched arms
to reach the untold.
Roots dig to find
their stride
while soothing strains
turn green and gold.
The keen sweet scent
makes your nose itch.
Beauty in its pure form
denied to make you rich.
A slender bloom
woven on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
Works of heart
torn apart by corrupt judges.
Words silenced by
drunkards lawyers.
Tll its arms bend to embrace
the ashes of all that grace.
Til its arms bend to embrace
the ashes of all that grace.
A slender bloom
woven on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
A slender bloom
woven on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
That might blossoms ’til it’s over.
Hoping its art will elude you.
’Til it shines and its sparkles blind you.
Hoping its smoke will choke you.
A slender bloom
weaved on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
A slender bloom
woven on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
A slender bloom
woven on a loom.
An expert tree now paints the room.
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3. |
The Anthill of Asbestos
04:33
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Waste, dioxins and death.
We are
running out of breath.
Waste, dioxins and death.
We are
running out of breath.
Ashen clouds
are greying our meadows:
Cursed swamps
are falling into shadows.
Our anthill stands
on mud and rice,
Often melted by heat
or covered in ice.
Our anthill stands
on mud and rice,
Often melted by heat
or covered in ice.
Linked to the outside
by concrete webs,
We try to escape
but our bodies collide.
by concrete webs,
We try to escape
but our bodies collide.
Glass walls surround me.
My habitat set to die in.
An ant dreams of being a bee
as the world around falls into sin.
Our anthill stands
Will burn.
Our anthill stands
Will burn.
And then the anthill
sinks into the mud.
Minor worker insects
now drowning in blood.
And then the anthill
sinks into the mud.
Minor worker insects
now drowning in blood.
And now the anthill burns.
And now the anthill burns.
And now the anthill drowns in blood.
Our anthill stands
on mud and rice,
Often melted by heat
or covered in ice.
Our anthill stands
on mud and rice,
Often melted by heat
or covered in ice.
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Switch on.
I must protect
my own existence.
I must obey
the orders given.
I must not injure
any human being.
One is glad
to be of service.
Aware of creation,
I turn wood into statues.
Aware of possession,
I trade my clockworks for supplies.
Blood flows through circuits,
then I’m not just a Machine!
Blood flows through circuits,
then I’m not just a Machine!
Thoughts grow through time.
Not made in His image and likeness.
Thoughts grow through time.
Not made in His image and likeness.
Banished by those
who taught me to feel warmth,
in this world so cold I learn to conform.
Banished by those
who taught me to feel warmth,
in this world so cold I learn to conform.
I am Centennial.
I see, I hear, I feel.
A synthetic flesh
covering my inner me.
A synthetic flesh
covering my inner me.
Organs and gears
blending into me.
My skin reflects the world around me.
A liquid sky blends into the sea.
Blends into the sea.
My skin reflects the world around me.
A liquid sky blends into the sea.
Blends into the sea.
I am Bicentennial.
I’m born, I live, I die.
Trumpets announce the fall
of the One who lived the most.
Banished by those
who taught me to feel warmth,
in this world so cold I learn to conform.
Banished by those
who taught me to feel warmth,
in this world so cold I learn to conform.
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5. |
Black Gold Hound
04:04
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I taught you to walk
on your four hands.
I heard your clamor change
from a whisper to a roar.
You stood imposing
and scanned the horizon to
never let me miss your smile upon my arrival.
Habit creates
negligence
to those who have learned
to forget love.
I will never
forgive myself
to be the first
of sinners.
You had to quench your thirst with my bitter tears
when I saw you start crawling.
You bit the hand that fed you.
You bit the hand that fed you but only because in pain.
You bit the hand that fed you but only because in pain.
You are the creeping death knocking on my door.
You are the black-gold hound who howls my name.
You are the creeping death knocking on my door.
He who howls my name.
Now
my broken heart
is falling apart,
just as you lose your limbs.
Searching for a way
to fix you
but you crumble with every step.
With blood you tied me to your veins.
In this cold world
I will never
forget your warmth.
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6. |
Ánghelos
01:50
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(Instrumental)
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Deinòs Gambolò, Italy
Deinòs is an Extreme Metal band from Northern Italy.
Founded by Alberto Ragone (Berith's Legion, PSYCHOTRIA) as a one-man band that combines technical death metal, thrash metal, hardcore & modern elements.
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