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Lítost
07:44
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LÍTOST
(n.) a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery
Something inside of me broke again
But this time it's permanent
Crippled from within, no recovery for me
Extrasystolic pulses beat arrythmically
Syncopation of the heart
Face to face with my misery
Dysautonomic forces pull me under
Like a storm of blood and thunder
Agony, agony with me
Going back through memory lane
That decision is what drove me insane
To consume or not to consume
I chose wrong...
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L'appel Du Vide
06:02
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L’APPEL DU VIDE
(n.) lit. “the call of the void”; the instinctive urge to jump from high places, especially when one is close to the edge of a cliff or building. Having self-destructive thoughts for a split-second.
Have you ever felt the need to jump off a cliff when you’re standing near the edge?
Have you ever felt the need to hurt yourself even if you’ve made your pledge?
I have felt it many times and I enjoy it plenty
Can you read between the lines or is your life just empty?
Hear the call of the void
Have you ever felt the need to kill someone else?
It’s as easy as it sounds
You’ll just have to take that tiny little first step
Turn your world into a battleground
Feel the void possessing you
The energy within
Dark and cold, shivering your skin
Give up and you’ll feel it too
Hear the call of the void
Bow down before me, take your oath
Let yourself sink into the void
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Weltschmerz
04:54
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WELTSCHMERZ
(n.) mental depression or apathy caused by comparison of the actual state of the world with an ideal state inside one’s mind.
I feel sorrow for the world that I have in my head
When compared to the real one
Glimpses of my life swirling into my mind
Spiral of thoughts that goes nowhere
Shows me what I’ve left behind
Regret, anxiety, my good friends tonight
The yellow leaves of my desires
Falling into the winter of my empty soul
All the gold I have ever touched
Turns slowly into coal
In the vast wasteland of my memories
Lies a remembrance of better times
But in the mirror, all that I see
Is there’s no change in the paradigm
I think it’s due time to realize
I have done nothing but wasted my youth
For my own sake I need to accept
There’s nothing that hurts more than the truth
Weltschmerz
Weltschmerz
Weltschmerz
Sorrow for the World
Weltschmerz
Weltschmerz
Weltschmerz
Sorrow for the World
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тоска
02:29
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тоска
(n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pinning, a spiritual anguish, a longing with nothing to long for.
Instrumental
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Torschlusspanik
05:54
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TORSCHLUSSPANIK
(n.) lit. “gate-closing panic”; a sense of fear and anxiety caused by the feeling that life’s opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages.
Time is a ruthless killer
It’s always stalking me
When I was born, I pulled the trigger
And the bullet’s been roaming free
But now I feel its frozen breath
Getting closer every day
All the opportunities are gone like my health
I get older and decay
I feel I’m drowning fast
I sense my prime has passed
I chose to remain trapped
I see no bright forecast
Torschlusspanik
Life’s become a freefall
No parachute in sight
And it’s too late to hear my dreams call
I’ll embrace my eternal night
Father time, I need more time
To build my legacy
Need to do so much before the final bell’s chime
Reveal my supremacy
I feel I’m drowning fast
I sense my prime has passed
I chose to remain trapped
I see no bright forecast
Torschlusspanik
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Avenoir
06:44
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AVENOIR
(n.) The desire that memory could flow backward. You move as a rower moves, facing backward. It’s hard not to wonder what life would be like facing the other way…
The future is nothing but a consequence of my mistakes
The past is something else
I’m too ashamed to bite that snake
If only I could go back and depart
There are so many things I’d change
But sadly, I’m too far away from the start
Oh, how I wish for a blank page
I’m doomed to keep rowing this forsaken boat
Through the river of tears and pain
Always facing backwards like a blind man
With no compass, lost in the rain
So many times, my redemption: denied
There’s no point trying out again
Every sip of water tastes like cyanide
Going on seems so inhumane
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Kenopsia
08:36
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KENOPSIA
(n.) The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Walking through the shadows
The alleys are so empty
Images of the gallows
The atmosphere feels so deadly
In this otherwise joyful place
It’s now stripped of all its grace
There’s no life left for me to chase
There’s no future left to deface
Every step brings closer to death
How long before my last breath
Omens carried out by the mist
Wonder if I’ll ever be missed
What to feel
Poisoned air
What to think
Kenopsia everywhere
All of this seems so familiar
Think I’ve been here before
Each time I look through the mirror
The deeper I fall
Sad truth I need to embrace
I can finally see
This eerie, grim, forlorn place
It was born within me
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Black Void Cult Mexico City, Mexico
Black Void Cult was born from the abyss with a single goal in mind: Creating harmonic passages of consciousness without sub- genre boundaries where everything matters equally: Lyrics, vocals, songwriting, they all come together to form a single, obscure entity that will guzzle your soul into the void and rise your darkest feelings to the surface. ... more
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