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Ouroboros In Umbra I
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A torrent with hatred brimming
From a celestial wound bleeding
Through the veins of valleys
Falling upon them.
A river of mud
Seeming like blood,
Channeling its essence,
Carving its presence.
A Divine Serpent wading through,
Its scales a maze of frothing spirals.
A Colossus rising forth,
Its shadow cast upon the world.
It was Death that descended
From the Peaks, from the Heavens,
To Desolate the Earth.
Era la muerte que desde
Las cumbres bajaba
Desolando la tierra.
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A tragedy unfolds among them,
In amidst a throng of pale faces.
Hollow stares and breathless murmurs,
Staggered procession convenes to gather around.
The Search for Rejuvenation,
Becoming Remembrance of Degradation.
Helpless – A bitter realization,
That the basis of human future was built on sand.
The eyes of the Child becoming dim,
And his potential drawing final breath.
The Hope of Emancipation,
Becoming Remembrance of Degradation.
By passion and misery trampled,
The promise of an Age.
Spiritual pain perpetuated,
By the avarice of a Race.
An ancient debility in so young a bundle of skin and bones,
Procession of the famished see reflections of them in its eyes,
A dim flame fleeing to eternal Darkness.
For that branch from The Tree of Life will wither,
Torn apart from its Holy column,
And will usher more of them to fall.
Prayer for Salvation,
Remembrance of Degradation.
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A vessel is made cold and bare
By the departure of a soul forever,
For the child at last has faded away,
Gone to seek a Voice in the Dark.
None could by it ensure Redemption
Among the left-behind of the decrepit flock.
In their abandon, a final burden at hand,
To return to the Earth its wage of dust.
A life ignored, an existence unknown,
An eternal secret that the Earth will keep for its own.
An anonymous grave, reflecting unto them,
Their impending fate, the cycle of abasement.
A promise of future is laid to rest,
And none will know what was lost.
None will weep.
Not even the gravedigger
Cared to see its face...
Its face...
For Destiny Is an Unmarked Grave.
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En la faz de un yacente
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Un rostro de enfermo
Que lleva la carga de siglos
Sonríe sin felicidad,
Brilla sin vigencia.
Un complejo agridulce
de placeres dolientes.
Entre el fin de dolor carnal,
Y el arribo de la muerte
Existe un siniestro-umbral.
Y la gran plebe se refleja
En esa mueca morbosa.
En la faz de un yacente,
Se desliza la serpiente.
En la faz de un yacente,
Vive la muerte.
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Corruptio Invictus
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An ivory mass of slithering affliction,
By swampish vapors and mire enshrouded;
Tail unto crown, the hermetic sphere
Sealing forever an insular coffin.
A tomb shaped for a feeble race,
Anguishing prey gasping for breath.
"Bajo la pesadumbre infinita
de la ignorancia y de la enfermedad...
Un porvenir enfermizo y una degeneración
Más honda todavía."
Corruption Invictus,
An eternity in Darkness,
A permanence of frustrations.
Unconquered Decay.
Corruptio Invictus.
Ouroboros in Umbra.
Ira Aeternus.
Corruptio Invictus.
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Ouroboros In Umbra II
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Charca Puerto Rico
“Todo parecía empujarles, destruirles… Sí, a muerte; condenados a la extinción y a la muerte; raza inerme que sucumbe bajo
la acción selectiva de la especie; gigantesco estómago que perece exhausto, atónito, sin nutrición, sin vida…”
— La charca, Manuel Zeno Gandía
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