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Opening Credits
00:58
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2. |
Return to...
06:30
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Lights converging on the scene
Shedding blinding bright
Soothing uncertainty
Drifting in the wings
Hanging through the clouds above
Sinking through the ground
Feeling numb, a whistling sound
Latent fright unbound
Hovering in a state of mind
Arousing from a sleep that seemed so endless
Raise the curtains subtly and then let me go
I must become!
Daring gravity
Should I take the leap?
Crumbs of hope, shattered glass
What’s behind fortune’s eyes?
Siren songs, neon lies
Could this flare everlast?
Merging with the winds to come
Ripping through the sky
Shivers tear my doubts apart
Now I’m set to fly
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3. |
Spyglass
08:16
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I can’t remember when I locked the doors
Once open
I can’t recall the time when I lost trust,
The closure
Watching closely the swelling tides
Spending all my days inside these walls
So warm here
Clothed by an ironic solitude
Drifting away
While the waves keep rushing this shore
Why should I leave?
Outside this pane
All I get to see
Clouds of vanity
Greed, confusion and fear
Blasts of decadence
Bursting through the streets
Tumbling, blowing all away
Fear is being sown in every corner
Slowing every heartbeat, rooting in the soil,
I wish I could speak, I wish it all could change,
I long for a smile, to breathe again
But looking through my spyglass
I perceive a vast, outstanding mass
Of inexpressive gazes, insipid faces
Crowding concrete Mazes,
Leaving their dreams to sink down in
Mires, In a sign of resignation
Following the spotlight someone’s guiding
Dancing in a circle of delusions
Covering up the traces of corruption
Dense, impervious, air’s unbreathable
Deep, intangible grip
Though I want to stay, walls are closing in
Light my way out of here
I can’t remember when did I call home
This shelter
I can’t recount the times that I’ve been told
I’m so wrong
How could they be sure
That I am?
Chasing after a
Reason to believe
I can’t trust what I’ve seen
Am I bound to this
Sea of unconcern?
Tell me, will I ever leave?
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Tangent
08:38
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Tides erasing steadily
Patterns in the sand
Hours slipping through my hands
Seasons pass me by
I’ll carve that name once again
I’ll be the spark relighting the flame
Scattered through an empty page
I turn inside out, silently
Fearing not but fear itself
Should I even try?
Hounded again by these thoughts
Clouding my eyes, numbing my head
Echoing inside, elusive, quivering
Voices calling
Unreachable, yet so close
They mesmerize all of my senses
Trapped in senseless roundabouts
Self-destructive satellites
Tangent, in circles they run
Frantic candlelights flickering away
Not here
Not now
Not enough
Needless
Every sequence they abrade
My remaining sanity
Every session I will stay
Dancing on my ashes
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5. |
Dramatis Personae
01:31
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6. |
Accolade
20:27
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The moonrise is reaching this
Torn, tired ground
Veil of mist
Arranging a colorless cloak in the sky
Moving closer
I shall leave
Pursuing the traces of smoke
Lost in time
Cleansing promise
We’re following blindly the
Shadows of dawn
Shifting further
Is it real or an illusion, spraying
From above?
Are we just a herd of pawns on
Higher grounds?
My eyes in dust
My hands are bound
My throat is tied
My thoughts are drowned
Here I stay
Wondering if I had to go,
facing deadlocks every door I open
Blazing lights
In the distance
Deafening sounds
Hazy view
Blood flowing
Through the cracks
Of this broken land
When did our conscience go unheard?
Have we reached the point of no return?
Ashes in the field
Sea of grey tranquility
Burying our sins
Deep
So deep
Over the darkened hills
Shy sunlight bathes over the scene
Tearing me from sleep
Into reality
I saw through screens of dust
A diffuse silhouette taking form
Skin was pale as salt
Echoes of an empty voice
Another battle
Leaving nothing but shells,
idle marionettes
Straight into nothingness
Their disguise is what’s left,
Shallow as their pretext
Riding a vaporous horse
Through the distressing scene,
She dissolved
Barely felt her touch
And fell from an ethereal dream
Within a dichotomy
Thousand dirty golden wings
Carry a hollow sphere
Marching slowly, rusty chains,
I feel their pain,
All we trust is all we have left in this world,
A world where we are only
What we have been sold,
We’re all alone.
Then the rather empty light
Above our heads is gone,
We made our bet for a hopeful reward,
Ignoring all we were for what
Still had to come,
The vast unknown
Then it will be too late
To rest our tired shoulders
Late, just to understand
We’re the ones to blame,
We mislead our way
The sunrise is reaching this
Torn, tired ground
Soothing breeze
Relieving the colorless cloak in the sky
Slowly fading
Shall I speak,
Though I have no voice?
Shall I turn blind, accept the defeat?
Will I find relief
Living in hypocrisy?
To fulfill our vilest needs,
Trusting in our own reprieve
We have built the great deceit
Self-convincing as it is,
A society’s disease,
Suicidal constellations
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Regna Barcelona, Spain
Regna is a symphonic prog rock band hailing from Barcelona. In late 2023, the band is set to unveil its debut full-length LP, CINEMA. An honest and concise album where the band aims to showcase all facets of its DNA and gather everything they have learned from their previous work, the conceptual EP Meridian (2015). ... more
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