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Trapped in a clammy net
Of gluey intricate meshes made
Strangulation tightened at every move
A ferocious fight against an impelling suffocation
Strung within this maze
A foolproof torture machine
Created to mangle and maim
Exploiting its prisoner’s breath
Unescapable self mutilation
Unbearable corporal contorsions
A riddle with no solution
Asymptotic escape
Leading to creative approaches to death
The machinations of evil
Unraveling the infamous knot
The center of the web
Where the unseen director
Pulls the strings
Owner of time and space
Controller of gravity
A demonic force from outside the universe
From outside it comes
Unraveling the infamous knot
The center of the web
Where the unseen director
Pulls the strings [risata]
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Intense, excruciating pain
A sensation of internal dissection
Laceration of tissues
Internal organs subdivision
War drums of sorrow are shaking my spine
Hit after hit towards the end of life
Inner waves of severe suffering
Pushing, pulsing, beating
Hammering down my will
Thousands of demons are marching
They will gather inside my skull
A singularity of evil implodes
Scratching my back with their sharp nails
An infinite bloating is tearing me apart
Thousands of demons are marching
They will gather inside my skull
Transparent skin is revealing scattered parts
unbearable massacre I cannot withstand
Pushing, pulsing, beating
Flying towards the climax of suffering
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The Malignant Portrait
05:01
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Staring at an empty wall
My eyes are fixing a non existing point
Where light seems to vanish
Alone in this chamber of torture
I imagine my world
in a canvas made of concrete
In which I paint my cross-eyed deviations
A malfunctioning body
is my only tool
Quivering hands, a bizarre deformity
With flabby brushes an artwork I’ll make
Mirrors gushing out blood
Scars secreting black sperm
Holes enchained in torment
Tentacles growing out from a lucid sphere
The infamous portrait I’ll hang it reversed
Upside down, downside up
Alone in this chamber of torture
I imagine my world
in a canvas made of concrete
In which I paint my cross-eyed deviations
A malfunctioning body
is my only tool
Quivering hands, a bizarre deformity
With flabby brushes an artwork I’ll make
Framed in a cage of fragile gnarled bones
Sumptuos decoration on the wall of shame
Another product of my imagination
Another reflection of my decomposed face
Another depiction of blind insanity
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Mental deviations are grown in the mind
in the intimate part of my darkest side
The charm of a dancing flame
Visions of trembling flesh
Evenings spent sharpening knives
Imagining castles made of dead parts
A dark study of detailed horrors
Specimens created under the delicate light of a candle
Drooling on the infamous desk
Where the morbid plans are plotted
Fingers move under poor illumination
Tracing lines of saliva, wax and blood
An outcome of fantasy
Projections of a wormy mind
Evenings spent sharpening knives
Imagining castles made of dead parts
A dark study of detailed horrors
Specimens created under the delicate light of a candle
Drooling on the infamous desk
Where the morbid plans are plotted
Fingers move under poor illumination
Tracing lines of saliva, wax and blood
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An Escalation Of Horror
04:49
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A tiny crackle from behind
Somebody kissed a blow on my back
Escaping footsteps (echo)
Leaves move under motionless clouds
Something is climbing up my leg
A viscid sensation hard to define
Strong spirals are slowing down my blood
That tail was real, I know
Eyes quickly move, searching for it
Lungs are contracting, gasping for air
Heart cannot beat anymore
Darkness descends in its curtain
Convulsions override my will
Liquids are suddenly released
Deprived of human dignity
Fear of black, obscure terror
Shivers, remission from an unconscious but uncontrolled breath
The link between brain and body remains so chimeric
Paralyzed I am, covered in sweat
But finally, nothing was there
An escalation of horror
Fear of black, obscure terror
An infinite fractal still grows
It will corrode my sanity
Consciousness self-terminated
But finally, nothing was there
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Transmuted into a statue of cortex
Losing mobility, losing mentality
Tremors now shake through my body, shattered dry nerves
Wooden claws are breaking out from the black ground
Nodose small hands softly touching my bare ankles
Slender branches invade my limbs, chasing my spine
The mother ground wants to absorb me into her womb
Sculpting a trunk out of my flesh lymph and blood
Now behold this scarred mind
Fantasies and evil spells
I’m growing leaves out of skin folds
Joints solidifies but mind is awake
I’m losing my consciousness
Reclaimed by the collectivity
Tremors now shake through my body, shattered dry nerves
Wooden claws are breaking out from the black ground
Nodose small hands softly touching my bare ankles
Sharing my thoughts with the globality
Infecting the network with insane deviations
A rampant insanity, a terrible fire
Their end I’ll be, the spawner of rot
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Descending Into Despair
04:50
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A vortex of black and white tiles
Muscular structures are liquified
Graceful paintings of insane horror
Within the barbed frame of carnality
Crafting malignant shapes of deep black
Live a deranged, noisome existence
Through stacks of infernal layers
Your figure will be slowly digested
A repellent mixture of vomit and shards
To decorate the walls of the funnel
To paint my innermost essence
Tracing symbols of senseless insanity
Smearings of an ancient knowledge
A cypher of excrements
A collection of diluted remains
Shapeless glyphs, unknown words of madness
Carefully engraved on the walls of this absurd abyss
Unseen will be the abysmal bottom
Unsmelt will be the terminal odors
Untouched will be the ropes from the heavens
Descending into despair
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Dweller of nowhere
A misanthropist facing the void
Eager of the unreachable horizon
Hearing the wistles of a dry breeze
Liquid sands are dancing
An infinite cyclic drumroll
Vortices of lifeless desolation
An inorganic habitat
My final abode
Air is my only nourishment
Sunlight never kissed my skin
A body that never functioned
(Parlato su grind acustico, iniziare con le campanelle)
The very monument of solitude
Molecular disgregation
While my sight remains fixed
Particles are spread to the infinity
Of that unreal vastness
Death - the only possible landscape
Void - to immobilize the matter
Black - the color of the unlight
Cold - a stiffness that cannot be reversed
Watching the infinite desolation
Molten into my dusty ancestors
No trace of my existence
Nor a feeble memory
Will survive the corrosive claws of time
Death - the only possible landscape
Void - to immobilize the matter
Black - the color of the unlight
Cold - a stiffness that cannot be reversed
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Confines Of Reality
04:48
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Years of isolation
Encaged in a darkened corner
Observing a population of crawlers
Radially moving around my shell
Floating in my personal bubble
A multiverse of solitary perversions
The complex flux of human existence
Navigates on its surface
I am the director of those floating drawings
Molten borders and distorted images
Ordinary people’s unsignificant lives
Are plot by a snap of my wrist
Confines of reality
Mass reality is the confine
Between my haunt and the void
A fragile equilibrium
Condemned to an entropic collapse
With multiple limbs I’ll maneuver them all
Unconscious guests of my wrath
Into a miserable bowl of flesh
I’ll turn their unroboant glory
I am the single divine being
Psychopatic puppet master
From beyond the universe
Moving pawns to end their games
I am the director of those floating drawings
Molten borders and distorted images
Ordinary people’s unsignificant lives
Are plot by a snap of my wrist
I am the single divine being
Psychopatic puppet master
From beyond the universe
Moving pawns to end their games
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The Crimson Tide
05:13
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Seas of hot fluids
Re-flec-tions boil
Mag-ma-tic tide
Steam and rise
up to the sky
Red blood
Lethal fumes
No breath
Lungs quenched
Heart stopped
Ceased live
Lava - an infernal secretion
Pain - to withstand the unbearable
Moon - the motionless watcher
Death - awaits for my soul
Floating
Is Utopistic
Overwhelming sensations
A prosperous land soaked in normality
Swept away in a fraction of time
Washed down by the crimson tide
Walls crumbled to ash
Bodies liquified
Enriching the gules mass
Oceans of blood
Created with the remains of those who lived
Rivers of plasma
Melting the signs (of civilization)
The final maelstrom
The gatherer of all
An abysmal funnel
Cleansing the residuals (of an era)
The next crimson tide is then prepared
Those insane bellows now begin to pump
A corrosive slime
A liquid devourer
Walls crumbled to ash
Bodies liquified
Enriching the gules mass
Oceans of blood
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A musical project by the Italian multi instrumentalist Gabriele Pala, started in 1999.
Started as a pure
experiment, it became the ultimate destination of many Gabriele's musical ideas that were not possible for a normal band. Mainly metal stuff, from extremely heavy to crazy progressive stuff. All music & performance by Gabriele
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