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December, 3rd
03:55
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Iced fingers caress
Red eyes, pressing them out
As veins don't stop to beat,
As I won't stop to feel cold
Mornings and nights succeed
In 24 Hours of ache
Even the devil is looking at me
Waiting for a fake step.
The season is open.
Our own story
it's just a theatrical drama
The script assigned to us
Made from lying words, dyed with sweat
Many paths crossed on the way
Exclude the return to origins
To slaught the will it's ardous
But easier than death
Care
Feel
Stand
Just one more time
The sorrow you invoked
Breathe
This December's night
Running through the gallery
To the end of this
Empty Life
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2. |
Hypocrypt
04:23
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This Mask is
A sort of aegis for me
It makes me floath in the dark
It makes my die in a spark
A thousand eyes, a thousand mouths
I'll just dress what I need
The cover of the book I am
Insanity
This endless Hoax
Stashed by our hollowness
The snake pursues me
Apples on his course
Shape Shifter
Adapting to opportunities
Up to the Crypt
Of Hypocrisy
We don't lie
We are the lie
Like clouds, covering the skies
I am the shine behind Them
A corpse I disignated
Drafting my odds
He speaks to me
The chasm calls
Like leprosy thrown by your gods
Guilty senses
Are exposing the fiction
This mind imperfection
This encless Hoax
Stashed by our hollowness
Helps Me
I would do the same
Shapeshifter
Focused on the purpose
I drown myself
Like this
Hypocrypt
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Human Apoptosis
04:53
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This community
Allocated to slaughter
Branded by false ideals
bearers of doom
Sons of exiled wives
Tied by noncurance
Pityless and blind
Unto this swarm
Human Apoptosis
Stare to blank
Absent and sick
Human
Apoptosis
Corned in the haze
As in the trench
Human Apoptosis
The life you hate
will turn in-to
Ember
Starving in the dust
Trampled by grief
Suicidal thoughts
Are piercing
This steeped soul
Bereaved under me
Thirsty of Wisdom
But hooked
By dementia
IT STINKS
OF ROT
The childhood he needed
Discarted from thee
Your Wantonness
Feeds the carnage
Your Apathy
Is fathomless
Human Apoptosis
FORLORN
Restless and nervous
Motionless in panic
The sky as you know
Will turn into Rhymes
These cells
Protecting you
Are now
Condemned
We have killed
We have killed the Human Race
We have killed
These birches discarted in these fields
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Lethe Italy
Lethe is a project born in Northern Italy in 2018, aiming to compose an “old school” melodic death metal enriched by some
modern elements.
In our lyrics we try to focus on humanity in his integrity. The songs presented in our first Demo were recorded and produced by the band itself, including mixing and mastering processes.
The Lineup is composed by: Oblio (Guitars and vocals) and Ramingo (Bass)
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