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I feel cold near to bleeding mirror of winter
The evening rain
has turned our land in death
The vastness of deep forest
knows the nectar ethereal of human course
One of the many faces of the god Pan
is the rotten water in my hands
She has the essence of wolf in the eye of hunter
The autumn hides the lost spring
in the wintry storm
And the birthplace of knowledge
over the flock of ravens
The messiah watches me
and watches firmly the abyss
We have known the limits of the iced earth
To know the garden of the trees high
we need the affinity leper of time
Today appears the shadow discreet of death
Amongst the mountains,
the silhouette of the clarity
I lose the feel of being soul
and the taste sour of my arms amongst the hay
That which once we recall
has lost in the perennial, empty of the spring
I feel the coldness of the storm
and the pain of harvest in my steps
Orion watches us
from the sentinels of suffering
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Gnostic Seasons
09:52
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In the swamp shaded of the black wizard
ends the gnostic dance of the seasons,
breathes the memorial to the past
with the ancestral mist of the abyss
The dream is the impervious depth of the forest
through the lonely wolf
I´m the last word in the language of the winter
and meanwhile the nocturnal brook
watches the transition of the spirit
my entrails deepen in the storm
Through the nostalgic call of tragedy
defines the cosmic key of the black sanctuary
And with the mystic sound of the dark time...
Beyond the affinity morbid of the hate
contructes the ochre
in the oniric embrace of fear
I have arrived here to revere our deads
And meanwhile I watch the black tree
the grief of winter remains
The fury of ours battles startled the twilight
when our blood ran pure
by the brooks of the gloominess
And I await the rain now
The obscure fox betrays the coldness of the cypress
In the glades of the forest we watch the expressiveness of death
and nothing make to foresee the storm
Upon the silent water shatters
the twilight cerulean of the firmament
The rage whereupon were written this words
leaves no place to the wretchedness
The tragedy knows this lands
The dream is the impervious depth of the forest
through the lonely wolf
I´m the last word in the language of the winter
and meanwhile the nocturnal brook
watches the transition of the spirit
my entrails deepen in the storm
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Epic Pagan Times
10:29
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The return of the wintry dream
is the tree wich the forest hide
but the valley is dark and it reborns
in thousands falls
When the circle was mine
the spring faded in my name
Someone will try to explain you this
but you won´t understand nothing
A burrow isn´t more than a link
with the greyish elegy of the wetlands
isn´t more than the absence of light
in the eyes whom we leave back
In my immortal kingdom cold
the storm will guide ours battles
towards the abyss
The blood of our tragic memories
will brand a dark passage of sorrow
in the stony memorial of the shelvings
The black swamp that watches my death
symbolizes our past
The lie summarizes my existence
but not my kingdom
Now the last moon of October
project her rage in our arms
From the deepest of my grave
the cruelty of the perpetual winter
in the density of the forest
Nobody will hear never
the agonized melody of the river
near the forgotten willow
Untill the end of our age
Epic Pagan Times
The fury of the oceans
will go over the path
of the ancients bards
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I cross over the description of misery
and I don´t need to say no more
I found the beginning of the path
while in the edge distant of the night emerged
the wintry whisper of sorrow
I go to the north searching for the thickness
of the ocean icy of death
I have walked towards the inscrutable shadows of the black wizard
and I have only known the bitter taste of agony
The depth of the abyss has left me finding out,
destined for seek answers,
in the vast harvest of sadness
In the boundaries of the black cold stormy
the machines of the dawn
have created the dismal melody of the rain
The representation of blood
flows towards the mountains
The wind crosses the unarmed face
of the dark ground
While we hollow out in the human grief
the mystic aura of the dead river involve us
The presence be done tactile
The spectre recognizes our spirit
and the rotten sap of the doubt
In a unknown place they sacrificed the threshold
in the name of time
near the lonely wolf
Through the suffering hear the howl of the death
in the bowels of the forest
The wickedness appears amongst the eternals
The flesh dwell in the eye of the black twilight
And the path leads to the tree
Under the moon I have verified the vastness of the firmament
and the humbleness of our empire
The way seemed ephemeral then like now
From the shelter of the white poplar
we hear the dreadful scream
of who don´t thinks in the empty of life
but in the empty of death
The spring has lost
I go to the cold for watch the mountains
of the past
Near to the runnig waters I take off my spirit
and I walk
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The brazen light bleeds in the black pitch of memory
The cold tear the loneliness of the ocean
Through the petals threaten the nocturnal breath of forest
The rain listen to the spirit of the mist
and mechanices the bitter sensation of the winter
The wind naked
Once we find the keys to decipher the river
but that is not easy
I still awaiting the morning full of absence
I still screaming in the night
near to the border of the past
and I don´t have nothing to lose
From this lands I gaze at the distance
of the empty vastness of the storm
and the scream of silent hawks
smell as the death amongst the black flowers of cold
I lie here
near the indifference emotive of the turbid water
The morning fog talk in my name
In the name of the time
I invoke the nightspirit
and under the sign of the forest
appear my enigmatic steps
Nothing can save me from the ancient failure
even from wet dream of the night dew
I have found all secrets
that the ocean could offer me
between my hands I lost the nectar of spring
and the answer of the unknown tree
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Arrive to the way
through the forgotten garden...
The orchids are still
in silence
The ruins of this valley
without colour and timeless
I was left in the bank of the nocturnal river
near to my soul
Watch the eternity
drags the abyss among the shadows
of an enigmatic awakening
And the vision
of the silent tree covers the snow
When the running waters
scorn the whisper of the wrath
in the elapse of the swamp
the Spirit goes over the sorrow
The death is an oak with an inexpressible gaze
In the journey to the past
somebody write something without meaning
The symbolism left in the certainties
little more of what I see in this bogs
The raw winter left death´s smell
in the thickness of misery
The things take me to the immensity
and the immensity take me to the another things
The gloomy melody of the trees knows
that the blaze of wind
dies in every rainy morning of autumn
in the threshold of the night, the tree
all the sadness of winter and life
shut herself in the mystery
of this everlasting rainless
The shadow´s black sanctuary is still ominous
The frost occults herself in the eyes of whom we left back
In the panteistic pinnacle of hate lies the winter´s temple and
in the abode of the stars flows the painful river of the horizon
Wish I never hear the silent twilight of the night
In the journey to the past
somebody write something without meaning
Arrive to the way
through the forgotten garden...
The orchids are still
in silence
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Kathaarsys Pontevedra, Spain
Kathaarsys is an innovative music organization including J.L Montáns (guitar & voice) and M. Barcia (piano &
bass)
The band makes their longest tours ever during 2010 and 2011 presenting "Intuition"(2010) and live CD/DVD: "The Concept - Live At Capitol"(2011) wich includes a Book.
In 2012 the exploring spirit continues with Rara Vez including influences from Classical, Flamenco or Acoust
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