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Silêncio Intemporal
04:16
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De sangue cobrem-se os céus,
O Mar e a Estrela d'Alva,
Anunciando a régia chegada.
O terno abraço envolve
A Terra falha, vã, estéril,
Despertando-a do torpor.
Dominados pelo júbilo do reencontro,
Celebram o resplendor da vida,
Quebrando o silêncio intemporal.
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O olhar de quem fica
Espelha o horizonte,
Espera por um néctar
Que virá de outra fonte.
Outros, ávidos buscam
Novos prados, sonhos antigos.
Em todos o peso da saudade,
Entre eles oceanos de esperança.
Pais da jovem criança,
Tecelões da nova realidade.
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The Wheel
04:45
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by William Buttler Yeats
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come -
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
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Lingering Stupor
03:24
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Lingering stupor,
Warmly welcomed as my saviour.
The inebriated kiss,
Passionately driven,
Laid burning on my lips.
So seducing, it becons me
To plunge into its fiery womb.
Enraptured lovers in numbing fusion,
I and my beloved Absinth...
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Chasing the rainbow's end,
The green leprechaun over the next bend,
Looking for signs in the sky,
Knowing not exactly why.
Salvation, redemption, and a pot of gold,
Just like he's been told,
"Heaven's for sale in lovely lots,
So hurry now or you'll miss the best spots."
Graced, like none other,
By a man in a funny hat,
Duelling through the order
Of the greedy and the fat.
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Remember Virtue
04:34
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I still remember virtue
And all those graceful years.
Yet time is never still...
It runs indiferent to our will
Carving new shapes into our hearts,
Thinning down our blood.
I still remember love
And the way it made us shine.
Yet we are never still...
Indulging in lust and wine,
Fulfilled by power and crime,
We brought misery upon all.
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O Cinzel do Tempo
05:38
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Olho o espelho e esta imagem gasta.
Será da vista ou das velhas lentes?
Os sulcos que o cinzel do tempo gravou,
Na face a história da minha vida.
Percorro nas velhas marcas
A memória das encruzilhadas,
Com mãos que não podem ser minhas,
Velhas raizes que apontam para o céu.
Caem-me os anéis dos dedos
E já não lhes reconheço o som.
Da minha memória oxidada
O gosto é esquecimento.
O percurso do velho rio
Manchou de ferrugem e lágrimas
As grades da minha cela,
Onde já nenhuma chave entra.
O pôr-do-sol chegou por fim
E eu anseio pelo desfecho,
Por apagar a vela,
Por me oferecer à terra.
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As the Storm Chants
03:57
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When streams of lightning sound
And its horrors touch the ground,
Hear these notes that daunt my heart.
The roar of the thunderous harp,
Struck by the wind's enwrapping coil
That leads rain to turmoil.
Together they are the storm,
In Its very essence and form
The fear of every generation,
In which may have, once, found inspiration.
Its chant must never cease,
For nature's wrath must be unleashed.
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The Reality That Remains
04:27
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Unveiled, the carnival of illusions
Crumbles hastily as once was wrought.
Of all deception, nothing lasts.
Lament silenced laughter,
Grievance froze motion,
The landscape twisted and embraced permafrost.
We, its children, weep,
Singing tunes in its name,
Appalled with the reality that remains.
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Equilibrium Music was born in August 2000 with the intent of providing a breeding ground for Darkwave, Neo-Classical, Medieval, Dark Folk, Ambient music and related genres in Portugal.
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