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The Returned
07:01
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Lights from below, wide spaces that resurface, are memories, turn into real powerful images of blinding true light. The phrases I have forgotten are now dressed in recognizable robes, they are in front of me, they are on my horizon, they bring my gaze. The lights are now below me; I follow them with my eyes, I read of me, of the rains that have drowned me, taken my breath away, given me back my life. My memories have returned ... now I can see, he reappears in bright light, he reveals himself, he fulfills me.
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Her Name
04:47
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The wind whispered her name, pain wrote it in her wounds, she has defined her image ...
Lifeless are the souls that lie therein, damned! They wait for darkness in the shadows devoured by that pain, branded on their lips, dead in their voices, strong in the body and stomach. There is no light, (sheen in) that circle of exhausted bodies; a wall is being erected: they meet their end, their bodies now bent ... that wall of screams has faded away
The wind whispered her name, pain wrote it in her wounds, he/she has moulded her image ...
There time, deaf and slow, resembles dark and murderous creatures, to silence the bodies that light left behind.
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Dark Cloak
04:57
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Sharp eyes, dark cloak. It reflects ancient realities, rough, released from human perception. His huge arms are strong, they meet the clouds. His memory leaves a trail that divides, it’s as heavens, his thrust becomes wind. He waves his arms vigorously, like a tree moves its branches when the storm challenges him to a duel. As rain falls and hits home, he launches himself into the air and lowers his eyes into the sea of earth. Sharp eyes! He lives in harmony with the reality of true colours, festering truth and then rebirth and death.
His is a cloak that allows him to fly.
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Passage
04:56
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With the sky he returns, his scratched hands open. Now, time will cure his sorrow. A gust of clear words. The long lines ahead that show him the passage; symbols, passeges, clear now, shatter dark illusions: he is dazzled by intense light, purifying him, piercing him ...
His memories come back, his body scourged: the illusion of a new light ... his descent deep into the abyss. He clenched his teeth to avoid screaming. The incessant pain ... burning.
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Run Through
06:32
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The screams are relentless. Iron that shakes iron. Figures on the ground, submerged, it looks like an ocean of red waters. The sky watching the conflict, made of broken branches, of iron running through bodies. The movements of those individuals are desperate, that malaise in their eyes and in those who challenge their anger born from sorrow ... forced to taint the earth, a red ocean with big raging waves with iron in hand. Haggard faces worn out by the cold of the battle, wounded with gashes that weaken the body. The stench of death is everywhere, no chance of taking a break, bloodshot eyes, they continue to strike, they cry out brokenly. Hordes of men fall in battle, where there is no longer life in the soil.
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The Livid Body
06:40
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I walk beside shadows under a pale moon. With long arms linked together and pointed heads, they rise up to pierce the heavens, they are the colour of the nightmares that haunt me. I cannot turn around, they are staring at me, they overshadow me, and surround me with the darkest darkness.
I cannot remember how I got here, I have been caught in this grip for a long, long time.
There are no stars in the sky, shadows cover my trail. I collapse. I support my face. The thick hard skin. The coolness of the surface, those strange and lopsided images have freezing surfaces, that block my reflexes, my voice ... the shadows, the misshapen beings, have interrupted my words, my screams. There is the darkest place. The cold that envelops my body. I support my face. Thick hard skin ...
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Hidden Land
05:40
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Fog covers my face, like smoke that blackens the skin. I cannot find shelter in that theatre of broken spears. There, they are on the brink of death. Without iron to defend their flesh, blind rage ... without weapons ... death shortens their time, my time. I turn to the dead around me, striking out with what I have left ...
... It looks like a land that hides the terrible sites of atrocious deaths, tragic. The fog hides and humiliates those heads, it impedes their movements, immobilizes my arms ... no longer men ... through their wounds, that are now my wounds.
The glow that indicates the axe, waiting for me at the gate ... I am about to cross the threshold, where the body is invisible.
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Hornwood Fell Soriano Nel Cimino, Italy
Hornwood Fell formed in 2013 but Andrea and Marco Basili are in the metal scene since 1996.
Contact: hornwoodfell@gmail.com
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