1. |
Heritage
04:11
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This chapter is ending now
The heritage has left this old pale town
It took away a part of me,
Of my childhood memories
Time,
It's the specter of these days
The hard life times,
The wind of the city is cutting up my face
Childhood time,
I say you goodbye
I hope we will meet again
In the heritage of tides
Dear childhood time,
I say you goodbye
I hope we will meet again
In the heritage of tides
I can't love this town anymore
Because it sways on the edge of folklore
The tides of its past
(Tides of its past are drowning me)
Are ghosts in those streets
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2. |
Soil
04:03
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The city is coming here
I can taste the smell of the concrete
From this Wood
I would try to do something or more
That's right,
I'd rather live lost in the haze of eternity
Rather than see the fall of the tree
That once welcomed my nest
For those who doesn't have a voice
For those who doesn't have tears to cry
The promise Neverland
The promise Neverland
This sense of belonging
What's the point of having the wings
If there isn't a place where to fly?
The sky is too distant
And soon this wood will not exist anymore
Now we shape the soil we conquered
Upon soaring and grateful hills
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3. |
Legacy
03:35
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Pale metropolis profane
Crumbling gashes of liberty
Of land masked by the asphalt of the cities
From the silence of this land
From the dawn above east-rests
They are growing without restraint
Where the mountains awake
Fractal worlds of unleashed lands
Above and far, hidden and far
Remains fog and tacit fragments
Of years scratched by the power of the elements
That rends the beauties of the Alps
From the Insubria's land screams thy name
A primal utopia, that will never return again
Forgotten folklore, voices lost in history
And the gods one tops have leaved
Now are pale lands of deceive
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4. |
Home
05:13
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Across vast valleys I've wandered
Along woods of deciduous leaves
Taste of the past, you're cold
As the wind from those crests
Sorrow and betrayal
Forbid my sins, my desire
Torn by the world I'd image
From those sweet colors I had seen
Home, sweet token of home
I recall your empty lies upon myself
like waves of a winter sea I flow
Lost in landscape of my memory
Snow is falling outside
Where the peaks are sealed by the white
A clocked stone on the ridge
By winter tears in sorrow of ice
A feeble voice from the forest in gray
The trembling light of the stars through the shades
From which of this oak
I wish to return back home
Home, sweet token of home
I dream your skies above
Your forest grows and rivers flow
Lost in the landscape of you
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5. |
Insubria Bergamo, Italy
Fall, Alps, tradition.
Cold stone loves the red leaves covering its paths.
Since their first
line up in 2017, Insubria always aimed to move away from the European Folk
Metal criteria and clichés. Pagan and Celtic themes have left room to the imagery of their
homeland: The Alps, their primary inspiration.
Welcome to the Alpine lands.
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