Los recuerdos desaparecen
Marchitadas veo las flores
Desfiguradas por la melancolía
No veo la luz
El camino o la salida
Muertos jardines carmesí
Me refugian del dolor
Bajo el cielo,
Los colores de la lluvia resplandecen
Sigo aferrado a ellos
Esperando fulgurar
Frente a los cristales
De la desolación
Mis días como sueños
desaparecen en la niebla de la desesperación.
Resurgiré, tras marchitarme
Tras naufragar, espacios sin tiempo
Asfixiados en el vacío
Me libero y voy hacia ti
Floreceré una vez más para brillar
Junto a un nuevo sol, donde
La eternidad es efímera
Como ocasos fugaces
Marchitarme para trascender
Recordar que ya no debes, mirar atrás
Pues aún estamos perdidos
En laberintos de finales felices
Que jamás serán realidad
about
“Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.”
Roger Zelazny.
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released November 30, 2019
We are happy and proud to present you our first EP called "Samsāra".
This is a special release for us, so enjoy it as much as we did.
Very late to this, but I'm glad I found it. The very brand of melodic death/doom I savor so much. Soaring leads, haunting riffs, and melancholic vocals. Everything I hold dearest in music. Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)
I've been slowing working my way through Sadness' discography and it's crazy how he makes "depressive" black metal sound so beautiful. It's like the frigidness of early Coldworld mixed with the dreamy and lighter parts of Alcest. This one is the best I've heard from this band so far. Ryan