E La Tormenta

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    Ten years after releasing “Enuma Elish La Nabu Shamu”, Enoch reprinted their first work in a very limited edition.
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You're alone. You are voiceless. Blind. With no arms, no legs, no soul. Crippled. She's coming. The Blizzard. The world explodes, disintegrates and is torn by wind, light, water and shadow. The roar of Nature. And you are no more. You are nothing. You are the Blizzard, if you dare to. Or you will go, never to come back again.


Waterspouts falls: I can't forget, I won't forgive
Too many nights, too many moons, too many wars
So empty knowledge pierces my soul
So envied moments drain my soul
Again the clouds (re)sound in me,
Again the light is coiled in purple

Knowledge and Madness are here again
They bleed my heart, cold rusty blade...
I throw myself in my nothing
and She's here, She is here, She is here.

And as I walk under the blackened sky
I rise my fist, I call my grief and wait.
Ruined walls all around me,
(as) Atlantis winds
I wait for the Blizzard, as she murmurs and cries
I long for my home, as she whispers and lies
The Blizzard comes forth, she roars, she rapes and she smiles
She's finally here and she rapes and she lies and she shouts
I rise my face from my without nothing
and she's no more, she's no more, she's no more...

Sono qui
su questa distesa di pietra bianca e vento
e sole che straccia il mondoin luce e ombra
Strutture immote: non ne colgo l’enormità
foglie decrepite e carta morta
non inizia la tormenta
non vuole questo posto
mi risucchio in me
vado dentro, giù
scosto quello che già so e vado oltre
è sempre lì l’eterna voragine del vuoto
sento la mia voce
mormora le parole di Searle
“Non la terza. La prima.”
non la terza, la prima
e vedo; mi butto nel mio senza-niente
e lei è qui, lei è qui,lei è qui
ferite di scrosci d’acqua
il suono delle nuvole
il mondo nero strappato da istanti di luce
non c’è più cielo
io non sono più
solo la follia potente della materia
e la tormenta
io non sono più
solo la follia
e la tormenta
e la tormenta
e la tomrenta


from Enuma Elish La Nabu Shamu, released January 27, 2013



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