empyrium

Lover's Grief.Empyrium

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The Three Flames Sapphire

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones...
Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?

O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty

Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.

O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me

Empyrium - Mourners

Empyrium - The Turn Of The Tides

Outside the rain keeps falling
On foul soil, dying snow
Melting and transforming
to waters made of woe

Grey clouds brewing idle
the trees can not withstand
What is dead and gone by
is mixing with the sand...

...In the gutter of this spring

Inside the days remain
in a dim and lightless paint
and with the naked branches
the sun did not acquint

What is dead and gone by
and did not yet begin
is flowing to my hand
from the gutter of this spring

Empyrium - In The Gutter Of This Spring

I looked myself in the eyes
Perhaps a glance of misperception
the weary twilight in my soul
I long for comforting words

I'm scared but I try to smile
repentant for all my sins
Will I ever be the same again?

I'll wait to face the prison of my life
The remnant of old and painful memories
Imperceptible to come, yet so harmful to all
I taste love and hate
A blindfold for a clear insight

Incomprehensible delusions and denial
I agonize my self-hatred
I reminisce the endless afterbirth
I fall on my knees
And surrender to my demise

I conceal myself right now
Just in case your darker half should try to get out
Is it all woth while?
'Cause near the end we all long to die...

Thurisaz - A Glance of Misperception

Some what of a throwback  to the 50's.  Track gradually picks up more feeling along the way.  Melancholy vibes throughout.

Fly Me Away

Aporia is a confrontation with the void—the kind of album that doesn’t just play, it unravels you. It starts with a controlled chaos, pulling apart the scaffolding of thought, then drags you deeper into the soft, distorted pulse of dissolution. You don’t listen to this record so much as experience it—your sense of time slips, your body forgets where it ends, and your mind keeps circling questions it can’t answer.

The sound is heavy but never violent. It’s cerebral, textured, haunting. Guitars melt into ambience, drums skip and fracture, and the voice—resonant and human—threads through it all like a tether you’re not sure you trust. It feels ancient and futuristic at once. Cold yet intimate. Like you’re remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

By the end, you’re not the same. You’ve stood in the place where thought gives up, and you’ve felt the silence stare back.

Aporia doesn’t give you peace.
It gives you the beauty of falling apart—on purpose.

Empyrium - Mourners

Mohammad T. Ali

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