Tag: deprofundis
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Introduction
“Voyeur” is not just an album—it’s a descent. A fever dream wrapped in velvet shadows and burning salt, whispered from the lips of the damned to the ears of the divine. It moves like smoke through the nine circles of Hell, seducing you into stillness, wrath, and revelation. Each track is an invocation, a spell…
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Where is Beatrice
Beatrice is the invocation—fragile, untouchable, radiant. She stands at the edge of the void, calling not with words, but with absence. This is where the descent begins: with her name on his lips and the echo of her footsteps in the dark. She never enters the Inferno. She doesn’t need to. Her presence is a…
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Virgil comes
The forest breathes around him—hot and alive. The trees shift. The light twists. And then come the beasts. Three of them, each hungrier than the last. They do not lunge. They herd. Pushing him deeper into despair, until he cannot tell sky from soil, breath from sob. He runs. Or tries to. The path curls…
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Limbo
Stasis — you never chose. That was your sin. Stasis isn’t silence—it’s suspense. It’s the ache of almost, the ghost of a door left unopened. This song breathes like a held note, like lungs full of grief with no air left to scream. Here in Limbo, the punishment is absence. Not pain. Just the echo…
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Lust
Sutra — You called it love. But it was need, dressed in ceremony. Sutra moves like breath on skin—slow, warm, and uninvited. This is not romance. It’s ache. It’s the moment desire detaches from truth and floats, weightless, toward something it was never meant to hold. Dante descends and finds bodies writhing through storm winds—swept…
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Gluttony
Souvenir Sloth — you kept pieces of us like charms. Not to remember—but to possess. Souvenir Sloth drips like honey gone sour. Slow. Heavy. Rotting under its own sweetness. This isn’t hunger for food or flesh—it’s hunger for what once made you feel alive. You gorged on memories. Fed on half-smiles and glances never meant…
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Greed
Servitude — what you offered was never free. Servitude hums like a hymn through clenched teeth—measured, reverent, and heavy with expectation. This is the circle where giving becomes a currency. Where sacrifice is a mask. You served with open hands, but behind your back, you counted. Every act a ledger. Every silence, a debt. Dante…
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Anger
Serpentine — you said you weren’t angry. But I know what venom tastes like now. Serpentine slithers. It winds through memory with a smile that never reaches the eyes. This is where fury simmers beneath civility—controlled, rehearsed, weaponized. The wrathful rage out loud, but the sullen—they sink. They bury their fury in silence and call…
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Heresy
Sail — You said you wanted truth. But only if it didn’t ruin your version of events. Sail drifts like smoke through a ruined cathedral. This is the sound of unlearning—of pulling threads from old myths and watching everything unravel. Heresy doesn’t scream. It states. It sees clearly. It leaves no room for delusion. And…
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Violence
Suicide Forest — You thought your pain was yours alone. But it left a trail. It always does. Suicide Forest hums like wind through hollowed bark. It’s not rage—it’s resignation. It’s the soft rustle of a life that wanted out. In Dante’s Inferno, those who die by their own hand are transformed into trees—rooted, speechless,…
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Treachery (The Malebolge)
Lux — You wanted to shine. But everything that glowed around you was someone else’s fire. Lux blazes. Dazzling. Seductive. It’s the final lie—the kind that looks like salvation and feels like ascension, until it devours you. This song doesn’t scream—it dances. Over bones. Over truth. It is beauty weaponized. Light wielded like a blade.…
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Paradiso
Sleep All Day — You thought I’d be buried here. But I turned the soil into silk and made a bed of it. Sleep All Day is the hush after the storm. The stretch of limbs after ruin. It is the sound of breath returning to the body—slow, sweet, unafraid. This song is both memory…
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Ascension
Beatrice Outro — She never needed to descend. She waited where the light begins. Beatrice returns—reborn. A new melody, soft but radiant, echoing the first but no longer asking. No longer yearning. This is arrival. Clarity. Paradise not as a place, but a state. You are not the same person who began this descent. You…
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