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Prelude
00:56
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2. |
The Waltz of Fate
02:37
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The first seeds have fallen on the fallowed ground of life
Sprouting childlike, wide-eyed wonder
Two lovers’ fingertips meet in spidery embrace, and just for a moment-
When the night ascends, the stars will embalm us in bliss.
“May I have this dance?” he asks
Their clumsy feet finding step
Beauty take them by the hand
And lead them in their waltz of fate
But fate does naught but lay to rest, as tired limbs give way, tired limbs give way, tired limbs give way...
Watered by blurry sentiments
Our tragic passions bloom
Their petals tell a time-worn tale
Words lost unto the wind:
“As certain as the galaxies and grains of sand, Man’s love will surely be his own end.”
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3. |
The Prodigal Son
01:13
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“There he comes forth, returns;
The son once lost is found.”
How deep the knife that twists through living’s ceaseless churn,
The great unyielding subservience wrought its ill return.
Abandoned now, your other son, the labour in the field,
Forgotten all the years of toil, in deference to you
How much does mercy weigh, in measures of the soul?
And how long can we stay, in containment’s lost control?
“Come, rejoice, the feast awaits.”
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4. |
The Tyrant
02:45
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Long have we marched
We who wander this wasteland
We searched and searched ourselves
Scouring the doldrums within
Called upon, his arrival;
Promised us, promised us a land,
An age of riches and glory:
The great becoming of man
He lied to us, he lied to us, he did
The tyrant takes his reign
But what does it take to be a human?
And what does it take to be alive
What price for our emancipation
When will breaks finally free from flesh?
The tyrant, he lied...
What does it take to be human
What does it take to be alive
What does it take, what does it take
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5. |
The Sorrow
02:34
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“Strike him down! Strike him down!”
Walk on a line,
A bridge made out of
A strand of truth and lies
“Pull me up, pull me up!”
Silently, he screams.
Quiet, unsettling-
Perhaps we’re all asleep.
The voices, the lifeless,
Crying out his name,
He cowers, defenseless,
As he descends.
Gnawing. Gargling
Torn from limb to limb
He is
Alive while consumed
Regrets are useless
He cowers in agony,
The deception of what is
Real and what is not
In a state
Of an endless void
Cessation of time
The end of all life
Witness our nadir
Death
Habis seminggu berganti bulan (The weeks have turned into months)
Yang pergi hanya tinggal dalam kenangan (The departed, left in our memories)
Yang tinggal menyambung hidup dengan bebanan (The ones that remain are emburdened)
Yang Pemusnah melawan yang Pencipta (The Destroyer against the Creator.)
The sorrow, the time has come now.
Our names will all be forgotten
In an infinite stream of lament
Eternal torment has triumphed-
Destroyer against the Creator.
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6. |
Asunder
02:41
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7. |
Stalker
04:35
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我遇见了缠扰者。他背负破碎的景象行走在风尘里。他来自的恶区并不通往彼岸。他不会写诗，但从他肺腑发出的气韵，却透露了他的一切。我随他由上而下，看到这魔兽，执行着无形的旨意。
一遍死寂。
生命中最大的悲哀，是没有希望，而活在愿望中。最悲伤的事莫过于在痛苦中回忆往昔的欢乐。
月光之下那金币的幽光，从未诱使劳碌的人类有过片刻的安宁。
他引领我去到他的恶区。这里仿佛一座炼狱；沉疴遍地，众生微无。程过那尘霾，烈火，坟墓，所有的破碎的景象被列成着钢铁，去建设那欲望的天堂。
莫非我还在梦里？莫非我已身处天堂？这个崭新的地方是我所有混乱之梦的终点，犹如经历了大海的恶浪狂涛之后一座海市蜃楼。
于是，一切都由魔兽的旨意决定，而它隐藏着，如同着欲望的诱惑者。
一遍死寂。
生命中最大的悲哀，是活在愿望中，而没有希望。劳碌的人类，煎熬的灵魂。但愿地狱中没有我们的位置。
Translation:
I met the stalker. He comes from the zone, with no other side. He carries its shattered reflection, through the dust and the wind. He is no poet, but the tremors from his body speak his story. I follow him up and down, through the undulating terrain, watching the beast unfurl its shapeless form.
A deadened landscape.
Life’s greatest sorrow, is to have no hope, but to live with bated breath. There is nothing sadder- than to recall moments of joy in times of suffering.
The allure of gold under the moonlight, has never once brought our labouring species a moment of peace.
He leads me to the zone, his purgatory; plagued and barren. Past the ash, the flames, the graves; all our shattered reflections have been wrought, into building that elusive paradise.
Maybe, I'm still in a dream? Maybe I'm already in heaven? This place is the cusp; the edge of all my turbulent dreams, a mirage in the wind as waves crack upon the shore.
And so, all things follow in the wake of the nameless beast; but yet it hides in wait, the temptress of all desire.
A deadened landscape.
Life’s greatest sorrow, is to live with bated breath, but be hopeless. Labouring man, grieving souls- hopefully, hell has no place for us.
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8. |
Disquiet
03:04
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也许寒风也摧毁了我们的回忆。
(Maybe, our memories have blown with the wind.)
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9. |
Gehenna
02:39
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The bloodthirsty heavens’
Resounding decree
To make into mettle
The once-bended knee
Our fighter for freedom
A martyr is he,
Our champion for violence;
A saint he shall be.
His finest hour (he bids farewell)
He breathes his last (he bids farewell)
His work complete, (he bids farewell)
Surrenders his soul unto hell.
Light bursts forth in the stillness, creeping out to all that is being. It stretches its tendrils, blinding and levelling the great difference in existence.
May we be never judged for our words and our deeds,
For at once we lay bare our torments, as sacrifices, to the only one we can ever hope may deliver unto us our sweet restitution.
Let north come south, let truth be false, and when words come crashing, be as the many to one, the many to one.
In the swirling darkness of all that is, the gripping of their palms, let the blood on their heads be forever on our dripping tongues.
Basking in glory, their screams of misery, let the blood on their heads be forever.
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Naedr Singapore
Naedr (pronounced "nadir") is a screamo band based in Singapore- we aim to write honest, heavy, uplifting music.
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