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Origin
02:19
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“…Videns Dominus quod malitia
hominum esset in terra,
et cogitatio cuncta cordis
non intenta nisi ad malum
esset eorum,
tempore omni…”
(Genesis, 6:5)
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2. |
Sins Of A Dead Soul
07:19
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Souls lost and tortured by chasm of the void,
contorted in feeble embrace,
combined alone with inexistent mercy.
Nothing’s remained of what there was before.
Mislaid in the abyss,
all totally is gone,
without understanding
these feelings of anguish.
It’s a trembling blow on a candle
whose flame turns off and fades in wind,
no spark reanimates it,
no light restores its core.
My errors torment me.
I am guilty and victim.
I think ’bout only wasted instants
in that cold illusion’s cage,
where I climbed the icy mounts
to touch disintegrating tops.
Transfiguration of my face,
the blacker obscurity
of a dimension with no start, no end.
Scared through oblivion,
I’m seed of my own
essence of evil.
No way home.
No empathy for us damned,
sucked in primordial coil,
sweeping along black roots of first mistake
before Earth awaked.
Mislaid in the abyss,
all totally is gone,
without understanding
these feelings of anguish.
Rise of conscience breeds new madness.
Absent spirits in our souls.
There was no choice,
stained by the blood of the elders.
Since we’re in cradles
virtue’s illusion,
a sweet tale to hide the afflictions.
We’re just a wraiths’ horde
roaming without destination,
without any flag.
Without any glow.
Condemned by a spiritual sentence
to be eternally alone,
so anaesthetized, dead,
for all time forgotten.
No deliverance,
there’s no liberation.
I am still awaiting
to know if this is the final verdict.
Forced in nameless compulsions,
buried in agony of blackened emptiness,
until that time which will never come.
Through the walls of isolation,
bound to breathe intoxication,
there’s a cause, asking myself
to be judged by someone else.
To believe in any law
assuring me of where I’ll go
Hell and Paradise deceive,
you can’t break this unwanted curse.
Scared through oblivion,
I’m seed of my own
essence of evil.
No way home.
No empathy for us damned,
sucked in primordial coil,
sweeping along black roots of first mistake
before Earth awaked.
Caught into infinity
of worst moments of my past life.
Here is the hideout where dance all the shades,
they’re crying ‘n’ scratching on thousands of thorns.
A price for the sins made to live and survive
for them, inner in sinners from most ancient times.
From here to eternity I’ll lay in a dark grave.
Hopes are gone,
It’s too late for us all,
for us all.
Mislaid in the abyss,
all hopes now are gone,
without understanding
why we are falling.
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3. |
Howling Moon
09:49
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Moon, shyly hidden behind the veil of nocturnal fogs,
you reflect human soul with your suppliant glance,
the terror, desperation and oblivion
where we’d all fallen by now,
without wish and comprehension.
Cry from above,
while you’re watching us, sadly.
Your tears wet our shameful dress.
This is how I see you, every timeless night,
this is how you reflect my painful eyes.
There is neither wrong nor right.
Free will has been given whole mankind,
this could be the more radical fault.
Marked by an infected conscience
handed on through time,
execution of all faiths,
parasites to bloodbath straight.
You’re feeling all the burden
pushing on your shoulders.
Beholding us in centuries,
suffering in cold silence.
Turning, orbiting around us,
in your depressed brightness, hopeless.
The tears taste like bitter blood drops
shed on ground
in holy name of religions and idols,
of rage divine.
Cry from above,
while you’re watching us, sadly.
Your tears wet our shameful dress.
This is how I see you, every timeless night,
this is how you reflect my painful eyes.
Annihilated faces turned
watch disasters and their hurts.
You fade behind the hemispheres,
filling wonder’s skies,
stay beyond the atmosphere,
in sorrow see us cry,
look for hope and wisdom,
in this brilliant haze of light.
Utopian views of landscapes
deleting the worst times.
Cries heard in isolation,
hatred and pestilence
will get this world to fall.
Wars, lies, massacres
could make these lands forgotten,
buried in fog.
Oh, crying moon,
you watch us sad,
here, so close to the end.
Days’ end comes.
Hear my cry.
Entering the blackness,
all shall begin to expire.
Through desperation feelings,
the world will lie in fire.
I’m standing by the moonlight,
waiting for the dawn,
for the day we’ll be released.
And the day when judgment come,
she will stop the howl.
I could see you luminous every single night.
Turn, I will always know your face so sad and tired,
your glance will remain wrapped in the cold evening mist,
in a dull frosted silence, calling you from here.
Mooncry.
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4. |
As I Fall
09:24
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Controlled, constricted and pressed
in a vanishing faith’s dark and morbid deception.
God has denied men, has wanted to repair his mistake.
For mercy, we are still here, alone.
When we shall be condemned,
I will drink the blood of sins I made
and thus I shall believe
in a new purity’s redemption.
Rescued from the punishment
and led through the light, could be?
Awaiting time when stars will fall
creating choirs of damned, blazing us all.
As I’ll fall, I won’t raise.
I shall drop with no return.
Hell doesn’t scare me, here’s misery.
Don’t be afraid, it will be worse then here:
ice, wind and solitude, perpetual echo sounds,
in a white misty valley
we’re going to be dying roots.
Suffocated by the conscience’s load,
none will be there to hold our hand.
No one shall scourge, no one shall heal.
A pure overall indifference.
Souls ceasing to exist,
no escape from an endless wasteland.
Rise! Wake up from illusions!
And I’ll give you the welcome to this real inferno.
We can only play this lawless match
in this cosmic and mechanic stage,
waiting for returning ash and dust,
in a moment losing all my trust.
Murdered sensations in a sea with no origin,
without any river to give a direction.
Did you believe, my friend, this was better
than gleams of your imagination?
Don’t be surprised if we’re only flesh
walking and lying without any difference.
We’ll be close to the end,
I will drink the blood of sins I made
and thus I shall believe
in a new purity’s confession.
Rescued from the punishment?
I’m led through the burning flames.
Awaiting one more total deluge
deleting all the sinners, erasing us all,
one by one.
As I’ll fall, I won’t raise.
I shall fall with no returning.
As I’ll fall, the twines will be broken.
I shall fall into a blacker ill darkness.
“…Et cum septem dies transissent,
diluvii aquae inundaverunt terram…”
Finis omnium.
Feremus crucem nostram,
in hiatum.
Here I fall.
Here I fall.
Friend of mine, what we have to do?
To fade away, to stop our shameful blood.
Someone save us all,
this void of silence can’t be held
Inside worms feeding on souls,
haze our minds, stole our control.
I’ll be wandering through deserts,
carrying hurts of all my burdens.
Just a gateway to worse places,
end was not what I had hoped.
(As I fall)
Disoriented and unsettled,
into feelingless dimensions,
I am paying for my errors.
There will be no saving chance.
As I fall.
As I fall.
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5. |
An Elegy For Sorrow
06:38
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I wrote pages and pages, I carved the paper.
I know the destination. Is there no way to save myself?
Into darkness of sorrow, here I am to erupt my pain,
getting rid of ocean of twines entangled
in the unconscious.
Tonight storms will come back to daze,
the wind shall come to howl among the leaves,
rain will conceal verses and rhymes,
impressed and vivid in my tired mind.
Neither the poetries maybe will be enough,
those imprecise writings engraved on the walls.
Inner bites seem be loosened,
it’s a pleasure sense.
Here, I know at first blaze of light
reality returns to show her evil might,
remembering I’m still much alive.
I’ll keep on writing, being the poet of myself
until I resist with no help,
as long as the black abyss
arrives to consume me, again.
Neither the poetries maybe will be enough,
those imprecise writings engraved on the walls.
Inner bites seem be loosened,
it’s a pleasure sense.
Here I know at first blaze of light,
reality returns to show her evil might.
How much life I’ve to sacrifice,
to become alive.
How much life I’ve to sacrifice,
this is what I pray.
Pray.
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6. |
The Abyss Of Conscience
03:00
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Eo ibimus,
iter ab lucis.
“…Finis universae carnis venit coram me;
repleta est enim terra iniquitate ab eorum facie.
Ego disperdam eos de terra…”
(Genesis, 6:13)
Abominatio conscientiae
exsecratae peccatorum,
in saecla et in perpetuum.
Eo ibimus,
iter ab lucis.
Haec fuit nostra condemnatio,
haec est aeterna damnatio.
Sine spiritu ars chemia, ad abruptum nos vocamur.
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7. |
In Autumnal Haze
12:23
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The night’s approaching to my eyes,
can’t you hear the roar of sorrow?
Feel my sacred pain.
Here I’m walking through the nothingness,
where the hungry mouths are opened
howling in damnation.
I left this world without a reason,
with no possibility
to leave my sign engraved,
to spread the values learned in lifetime.
It seems unreal, my dead-sight reveals
I’ve been forgotten, left rotten here beneath the ground.
While the shades take their forms
in this place now undone,
I find wandering myself
through this autumnal haze.
Through my sad eyes I see
people who were close to me.
They live and they breath with no pain.
Remembrance of me is gone away.
One whole life has been erased,
only pictures old remained.
That chamber dusty was my room,
the welcomed guest I am no longer.
So where’s the edge?
I thought all pain would end.
Why am I here again?
There is no last farewell.
Farewell.
Marching in the ancient streets
like a soul left in penalty,
the shapes of the others
vanish in the mist.
Claws come from darkness
torturing me,
steal soul definitely.
I’ve lost all my sense.
Feel like burning into fire
followed by Cerberus,
rising from the flames of liars
hungry beast carnivorous.
I have been abandoned
to a destiny I can’t imagine.
All my essence lies forgotten
in this fog surrounding memories
of mine.
Oh, dear end, come to me.
Watching the river across these lands where I have lived,
the leaves and the cold snow caressing my ether skin.
I don’t know why by someone I have been taken here.
I found just sadness and consciousness that I have failed,
in this autumnal haze.
Memories of me gone by,
buried by rust of time.
I have…I have failed.
Failed.
Can’t you hear my screams?
There is no punishment wider than this.
Can’t you feel my pain?
You buried my being, body and soul, without tears,
with apathy in your eyes.
I can’t feel anything in them about me
and no remembrance destined to stay.
So many questions are webbing my mind,
but all the answers are difficult to find.
Oh, leave me alone!
Liberate a dying soul
from this choking purgatory…
Erase my ruined conscience,
but let me go…
Let me go!
Stuck in the further remote lands of brain,
anchored to a memory I shouldn’t want create.
I believed this final liberty,
I don’t know what shall remain.
Clean my dirty conscience, every sin I had to pay,
before I say goodbye.
Through the streets of melancholia,
embraced and caressed by the silence of the fogs.
So I walk among the others,
no one can feel my spiritual presence,
none will live on with me in their own souls.
The night’s descending over myself,
autumnal darkness is coming to me,
I see this transition’s end toward the horizon.
My chained soul won’t be released to lightness.
Here I’m to cry them my sad last farewell,
my own final journey to cosmic unknown has began.
…My soul won’t be free…
…My soul won’t be free…
…My soul won’t be free…
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Silence Oath Verona, Italy
Silence Oath is a black metal one-man-band founded in 2007 by Filippo Tezza (Chronosfear, Tezza F.).
After a raw
death/black metal demo ("Cursed") recorded in 2007, the project released three albums: "Beneath a Bleeding Sky" (Invincible Records, 2012), "The Void" (self-produced, 2016), "Withered" (self-produced, 2020), and the brand new "From the Womb of the Earth" (Elevate Records, 2022).
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