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The Years Of Obscurity

by Goldenseed

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1.
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]
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
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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released May 26, 2023

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Goldenseed Staranzano, Italy

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 ... more

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