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Sanatorium

(2017)
TypeEP
GenresAtmospheric Black Metal, Depressive Black Metal
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Submitted by level 21 록스타 (2017-10-08)
1. Midnight at Humboldt (5:47)
At the solitude of the night,
my hand consummated my hate
with a cold breath as light,
no one could stop me, it was too late.
Blood started to run
as a black river of pain.
Before the sun could see,
there was not shame for me

I lost myself in rage
to write the final page
of this forgotten story
with blood and glory
and to dissapear in the night
as a star in the sky
as a ghost in hell
as the knife who felt.

The whispers of my piano...
embrace the sounds of death...
As a curse I'll forever play...

In the same place where I murdered
In the same place where I killed myself.

At the solitude of the night,
my hand cosummated my hate
with a cold breath as light
no one could stop me, it was too late.
My piano still remembers the place
and the time...
Where I killed and died!
2. The Moon & The Hermit (6:00)
I see the light of warmness,
I'm the soul of sadness,
far away...
I'm too old to stay.

The pale moon behind
this dark ocean vast
called sky
is my only friend
against your decadence

In the mountains
the wind whispers my name,
only this trees remember me

The Moon & The Hermit,
the lonely dweller of this forgotten mountains
and his only lover,
a shining star,
which left all behind.
3. Sanatorium (5:50)
From the fog we came...
to find a hope
for our blames and despair.
Forgotten in the hallways of time,
we couldn't escape to die!

Instead we were isolated,
days died and reborn
in the eternal circle of agony...
In our lungs filled of blood
Where is god?
Who put us in this never-ending
Torture!

We are the forgotten souls,
those who shine with a dark light.
Amidst the shadows
of this cursed night.
In the halls of our Sanatorium
waiting to be alive
in the memory of those who...
Left us behind!
Amidst the shadows
of this cursed night,
in our Sanatorium!
4. Journey on the Train Without Return (6:48)
5. Tuberculosis (4:05)
An illness from the past,
who killed at last
the dreams and aspiration
for all those dead with resignations,

But also worth as an inspiration
for the saddest expression
from a grey epoch.

Filled with pain and misery,
depression and poverty
but in some way richer
than this modern decadence
nostalgic beauty
a longing.

Romanticism...
endless stone paths
impregnated with the essence
of those wandering souls,

Who eternally died!
 
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