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We Are Already Dead

Ashen clouds slowly sail on the frowning sky,
Baleful Moon shines gently from behind,
Thousands of poignant tears are shed down below,
Filthy dry odor succumbed to petrichor.

An Ominous passage led to the sullen night paysage
Which seemed hitherto an illusive far mirage.
In tender, soft embrace of wretched enchantress
Even timeless darkness will lose to her in chess.

With heavy steps, but tranquil breath he treads to a broad ledge,
Twisted shapes of gray landscape are seen from the house edge,
Weary life and soul's strife, melancholia,
Sudden fall of lie bestowed grim euphoria.

Seducing gaze from nonentity.
He looked loftily and brusquely at the gaunt face
As if oblivious about her mournful grace,
Her grave malady and naive vanity
This insomnious autumnal night.

This insomnious autumnal night
In murky, burial shroud death cries.
She bewails about this agonized blink
After his scornful sight.

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow.
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist, cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts.

She is compelled to play in a basilisk chess
Thus guarding a painful suspense.
On a pallid, glum mien of the Woeful Queen
Appeared a genuine sadness.

He deluded her vilely, broke her shy heart,
Trampled it arrogantly, tore it apart.
By invisible waves of vespertine air
She was thrown in an abyss of eternal despair.

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow.
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts.

Golden foliage billows by the chill, October wind
Beneath argent, dim moonbeams.
And the last words he said before the tragical end:
"We are... We are... We are already dead..."

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from The Celebration Of Despair And Woe (Demo 2018), track released October 18, 2018
Music: Sasha Giller
Lyrics: Sasha Giller

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Tragedy In Hope Saint Petersburg, Russia

If the culture of new sincerity sounded like black metal, it would sound like Tragedy In Hope.

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