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Passage Into The Void
14:17
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Lyrics:
A journey into the blackest depths.
To what seems to be another realm
Where time stretches at the universe edges.
Expanding my own inner dimensions.
To seek guidance and redemption.
As the wandering takes off I set sail.
To an inner landscape I prevail.
Though my travels are distant and the path ain't clear.
Gathering inner strength to conquer fearless.
Beyond light and darkness... the abandoned gates.
Seeking passage to the void.
Filled with doubt and hate.
It's never too soon nor ever too late.
Make my inner soul dwell like a vile ghoul.
For nights and days I have travelled.
For life or death I unravel.
The mysteries that have yet to show themselves.
The creations of illusions transformed to delusions.
The creations of illusions transformed to delusions.
Making my inner soul dwell like a vile ghoul.
Crossing the border in a huge deal of disorder
and decreasing spirits. For the further I go, no
end is in sight and it's a test of sanity and might.
Something is pulling me onward in my reflection
deep within my consciousness. For this spiritual
journey is filled with false fabrication, leading to
another station.
Every progress I make feels like a mistake,
then again what do I know?
Subcelestial paths come and go,
manifesting like a cosmic whirlpool.
Whirlpool!
Crossing the border in a huge deal of disorder
and decreasing spirits. For the further I go, no
end is in sight and it's a test of sanity and might.
Something is pulling me onward in my reflection
deep within my consciousness. For this spiritual
journey is filled with false fabrication, leading to
another station..
Exhausted and drained I restrained the power to march on.
Confused and intoxicated by every irregularity I passed by.
Cataclysmic error occurs, mind and body defective in distress.
Unfulfilled and hollow my campaign is at no end.
Show me the path!
To believe I came this far though I am lost in myself and nothing can contribute to my own hysteria. Yet I feel the end draws near, I roamed in the landscape of mind, body and soul.
Cataclysmic error occurs, mind and body defective in distress.
Unfulfilled and hollow my campaign is at no end.
To believe I came this far though I am lost in myself and nothing can contribute to my own hysteria. Yet I feel the end draws near, I roamed in the landscape of mind, body and soul.
As the wandering takes off I set sail.
To an inner landscape I prevail.
Though my travels are distant and the path ain't clear.
Gathering inner strength to conquer fearless.
Beyond light and darkness... the abandoned gates.
Seeking passage to the void.
Filled with doubt and hate.
It's never too soon nor ever too late.
Make my inner soul dwell like a vile ghoul.
For nights and days I have travelled.
For life or death I unravel.
The mysteries that have yet to show themselves.
The creations of illusions transformed to delusions.
The creations of illusions transformed to delusions.
Making my inner soul dwell like a vile ghoul.
Crossing the border in a huge deal of disorder
and decreasing spirits. For the further I go, no
end is in sight and it's a test of sanity and might.
Something is pulling me onward in my reflection
deep within my consciousness. For this spiritual
journey is filled with false fabrication, leading to
another station.
Every progress I make feels like a mistake,
then again what do I know?
Subcelestial paths come and go,
manifesting like a cosmic whirlpool.
Whirlpool!
Crossing the border in a huge deal of disorder
and decreasing spirits. For the further I go, no
end is in sight and it's a test of sanity and might.
Something is pulling me onward in my reflection
deep within my consciousness. For this spiritual
journey is filled with false fabrication, leading to
another station.
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2. |
Pro Semper Absentis
05:16
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Seeking what lies beyond our knowledge, what's lost.
Never to retrieve... only yet to view.
In an empty continuum.
A black mass with no beginning, no end!
Defined by sorrow in a deep inner quest.
Gazing, what once was and what's left.
Dreaming... of beholding what's lost.
A path forged of despair... echoes within!
Revelation of souls teaches the verity of reality.
Seize the false image of what's gone.
The luminosity of mind, so ominous and stale.
Reflections of the past clustering like a bullet hail.
Seeking what lies beyond our knowledge, what's lost.
Never to retrieve... only yet to view.
In an empty continuum.
A black mass with no beginning, no end!
Revelation of souls teaches the verity of reality.
Seize the false image of what's gone.
The luminosity of mind, so ominous and stale.
Reflections of the past clustering like a bullet hail.
Would you remain is disbelief?
Or would you go on, dazzeled in ignorance?
The signs are there though it leads... nowhere.
If it's vanished into the shadows.
There is nothing... at all!
Quod amissum est, vadit praeteritum.
Et quia semper absentis.
Lyrics:
Quod amissum est, vadit praeteritum.
Illic est nihil quod tamen erat.
Quod amissum est, vadit praeteritum.
Et quia semper, pro absentis.
Seeking what lies beyond our knowledge, what's lost.
Never to retrieve... only yet to view.
In an empty continuum.
A black mass with no beginning, no end!
Defined by sorrow in a deep inner quest.
Gazing, what once was and what's left.
Dreaming... of beholding what's lost.
A path forged of despair... echoes within!
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3. |
Insania Est Infinitas
06:09
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Lyrics:
If my mind spins off to insanity, my vision of life won't be reality.
Visual perceptions ununified.
If my core dwells off in destructivity,
just becoming another violent entity.
Primal rage will be... unleashed.
Soul and mind remain unlifted, my vision of death will be shifted.
Patterns in thinking start... sinking.
Systematic self, viscious and tired,
unending pathways all rewired.
Prosperity and force... drained away from it's source.
Insania est infinitas,
Ad infinitum...
Insania est infinitas!
Ages may pass though I'm still the same.
A creature drowned in enless madness.
Eternal war within!
Forever and endless!
If my mind spins off to insanity, my vision of life won't be reality.
Visual perceptions ununified.
If my core dwells off in destructivity,
just becoming another violent entity.
Primal rage will be... unleashed.
Soul and mind remain unlifted, my vision of death will be shifted.
Patterns in thinking start... sinking.
Systematic self, viscious and tired,
unending pathways all rewired.
Prosperity and force... drained away from it's source.
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4. |
Cosmos To Madness
09:46
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Lyrics:
As I drifted... and shifted between universes.
I remain... struggeling to find myself.
For I entered another reality.
But I'm lost, in my total existance.
Wandering... in madness to the point of dysphoria.
Though I reached for the stars, psychosis... my wars.
Every observation manufactures devastation, my eyes are telling
lies. For I see everything clear but my judgement can not accept.
This world I try to chase absorbs my inner pace,
nothing seems real.
Anymore!
As I drifted... and shifted between universes.
I remain... struggeling to find myself.
For I entered another reality.
But I'm lost, in my total existance.
My days seem numbered, and I can not get ahead.
So I keep going on in the illusion that everything gets back.
But who am I to say where all this leads me to.
Tried everything, feel doomed.
Still I have no clue for the mystery ahead.
So I remain wandering...
Wandering!
Can anyone hear me, is anyone here!
Fallen to the ground trembling and restless.
Furiously rising in savage rage, beating and breaking everything in sight. Looking in a scattered mirror and seeing no reflection.
Only a shade and shape of what used to be the image of me.
My head is beaten hollow, and I know myself no more.
All I see is just a fucking illusion, and nothing else.
So I conclude that I'm just devastated.
By sitting in a repeating black hole.
The madness makes me tired, and I feel everything is rewired.
And I thought I had escaped!
Can anyone hear me, is anyone here!
Fallen to the ground trembling and restless.
Furiously rising in savage rage, beating and breaking everything in sight. Looking in a scattered mirror and seeing no reflection.
Only a shade and shape of what used to be the image of me.
My head is beaten hollow, and I know myself no more.
All I see is just a fucking illusion, and nothing else.
So I conclude that I'm just devastated.
By sitting in a repeating black hole.
The madness makes me tired, and I feel everything is rewired.
And I thought I had escaped!
Every observation manufactures devastation, my eyes are telling
lies. For I see everything clear but my judgement can not accept.
This world I try to chase absorbs my inner pace,
nothing seems real.
Anymore!
As I drifted... and shifted between universes.
I remain... struggeling to find myself.
For I entered another reality.
But I'm lost, in my total existance.
Wandering... in madness to the point of dysphoria.
Though I reached for the stars, psychosis... my wars.
Even though the vessel we call the body has returned...
What do we know about the soul?
The mind or the essence that still might be drifting somewhere out there!
Do we have substential proof the wandering we call endlesss...
yet goes on? Or do we shift endless, and infinite into the void?
Is it a non-existence fact of perceptions we still need to grasp?
Or does it conclude the matter is the coexistence of mind and matter...
Is just an existential delusion?
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Provectus Belgium
Members:
Tempore Anomalia Vocals/Guitars
Roach - Bass
Obitus - Drums
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