THE ANTARCTICA PROJECT LYRICS

1. La Flamme

Locked in the cycle of life and death
Knelt before the false faith
The serpent of light shows us the lost path
Between the mountains that a terrible God blackened
They induced the flood
We were led to believe that paradise is for those who suffer
And power suppress us to a blind obedience
But is the suffering the most terrible punishment a tyrant drowned in power can offer
The light that is originated from darkness guides us in this constant cycle
The flame left wisdom in its ashes
We are one with the smoke going around the reason
The collapse is imminent
The shadow grows in this new world order
Existentialist entities created their Eden
Rotting the codes of life from the foundations
Doubt is a gift
It's time, wake up and run around the great spiral
The original fire always burns the future

2. Gemini

My brother whispers me that I’m stuck in here
I'm slave of time
He is the only who can see the chaos through the mirror
We romanticize the stories, which we all rationalize, but nobody witnessed them
The lives wilt and we forget
There are pieces that don't belong to this world
I saw those pieces fall
Oh, my mind is in between two worlds, vibrates in dissonance
Oh, my body is lying to my soul, I'm eternal
Put your hands on your eyes to stop time
But time is a god without mercy for you
Oh, my mind is in between two worlds, vibrates in dissonance
Oh, my body is lying to my soul, I'm eternal
We are inevitable
We are ephemeral
It can be felt in the inside
The sense of burden under the skin
The internal storm of thorns, no one cares, no one knows
No one knows, I know
Stay dreaming to survive, your placebo
The origin of thunder and the organic vice swing as one
When man drowns in his own hole
When humanity drowns in his hole
The end will break
Break

3. Animism

Stunned by the sound of anima like never before
Take a break, come here
It's so cold out there
Lust ties hands in dreams
This anesthetized world for you
Doubt will never die
Behind the twisted throne
If you let this moment go
Before the horizon lights up
The wind will crumble the bones
It's winter again
A desolate desert before being born again
Endless despair in its path

4. Silvercord

Confined in begotten lands of the molecular disarray
From the vibratory spectrum where lie the organic bases
Dead nature, it's characteristic of a confinement
Polarity shocks shake our existence like chains tied to our feet
Systematic visual restriction
Differ from the awakening of the snake that lies at our door
The inexperience leaves us again under orange and white lights
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim: the horizon
Attracted by a call, saw celestial bodies as sweets to the palate
Resonant landscapes stimulated the race
The color was the key, they were attracted
In your head there's a constant light, it comes from a sun that died long ago
Tension on the surface, a hoax that hides information
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim: the horizon
A debt in the spirit, take the hands of your shadow
Sleep your thoughts under this tortuous weather
The aim is the horizon
From yellow to blue, my skin shines and stretches
You gave me some of your light
I will let it shine
They don't see, their fingers fall when joining hands
They think they are all well clung
They think they are all well clung
They think they are all well clung

5. Library of Babel

[feat. Joel Holmqvist of Aviana]

Everlasting sidereal record
Trembling hands over perfect denotations
The sense of great magnitude
Blur the reality to melt the life lines (Blinding outcome)
Degeneration of the machine
Recorded in hexagonal libraries
The syntax dances at the pace of the deceiving time
The unbound abduction of my own conceptions
Slay the perspectives
Blow every organic fuse
We're going to blow every organic fuse
And make yourself aware of your burning crown
The mirror is welded to the final rapture
Pieces fit without preamble
Sequence as a contrast, open your eyes
Upstairs the purifiers are subject to the visual misinformation
The search for divine conception is to fall into oblivion
In some hexagon the universe is justified
The universe is justified
In the final catalog
The human, work of chance or work of the evil demiurges
The imperfect librarian, easy prey of the prison self-deception
The universe abruptly usurped the unlimited dimensions of hope
The fucking hope







THE ANTARCTICA PROJECT LYRICS