Inner Vitriol - The Frozen Wind (Live in Moscow)

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  • čas přidán 13. 07. 2023
  • Inner Vitriol's official music video for “The Frozen Wind” from the DVD/CD “Live in Moscow”
    Music & lyrics by Francesco Lombardo
    Arrangements by Inner Vitriol
    Label: Hidden Stone Records
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    Lyrics:
    What is this mask I feel on my face?
    It is getting
    heavier and heavier...
    The frozen outside wind
    has got me used to often wearing it,
    and to shelter from its breath
    I always end up
    wearing it.
    Once I played with my mask
    like a child in front of the mirror,
    I wore it for a little while
    and then I took it off:
    it was nice to see myself
    with other features,
    it was even stimulating.
    Then the game
    became dangerous.
    Now at home,
    curled up in a corner
    I take off my mask,
    and I touch with my fingers
    my ruined skin.
    My mortal sickness
    has spread inside,
    I cannot communicate
    with myself anymore.
    Mask and soul
    don't touch each other anymore
    and the silent void between them
    is killing me.
    Masks and masks circle me,
    they come up to me with their paper smiles.
    I am tired of this continuous macabre carnival,
    rather than people dressed up as monsters,
    I see monsters dressed up as
    people.
    A new awareness elevates me,
    taking me towards barren lands.
    Here, where time doesn't exist,
    Appearance, entirely cut off from essence,
    is by now out of my control.
    Is there something inside me?
    Or have I become hollow
    Like this $#&@in' mask?
    My mortal sickness has spread inside,
    I cannot communicate with myself anymore.
    Mask and soul don't touch each other anymore
    and the silent void between them
    is killing me.
    I am tired of this
    continuous macabre carnival,
    rather than people dressed up as monsters,
    I see monsters dressed up as people.
    And to live with the fear
    Of having become cold like death...
    Touch my lips,
    Are they really so cold?
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