Chemical Ghosts

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How small we are, the the sons of Orion,
and how cruel are the chemical ghosts
who oblige us to walk this way, looking
at such as collosal, images of death.

I can hear whispers over the heights,
they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated
endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun.

I can barely walk, I’m not so old after all,
But I carry that heavy bagagge that all
the dead are dragging, that just take
up a few memories, inside our minds.

I can hear whispers over the heights,
they are litanies cyclicaly oficiated
endlessly for the souls eternity
and they sound like a hum of the sun.

They will be the only ones who will listen you,
not God.
Yes, pray restlessly, you make me laugh!
Who will hear such a decrepit and mummyfied
bony corpses which maximum
movement is inclination?

I want to own your belongings
and you want to snach my possesions.
I have the only light, you have the pendulum
that will mark the pass of time of my not-being.

How sublime is unexistence
seen from a human dimension.

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from Negative Abyss, released September 23, 2016

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The Holeum Alicante, Spain

The band was formed in September of 2014 by Paco Porcel (NahemaH, Demised), Pablo Egido (NahemaH, quantumXperience, Anima et Persona), Miguel Fernández (Hela, Neptunian Sun), Luis Albaladejo (Priest of Dawn, Paradox).

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