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I was dying for an insanely long time.
On the ripped thigh of the earth
A dark horror lurked in the folds
And the ships were rotting away.

At the lowest point of vegetation,
I myself am like the black earth.
Quieter and quieter, more viscous the vibrations.
The temperature is near zero.

All that seemed to me light,
Is only a haze, impenetrable darkness.
Everything is crawling away. The corset
Cannot hold the mind..

From the black abyss in amazement,
On the crests of depressive waves,
Poets wheeze in frenzy.
The sound is absorbed by the black turf.

Saffron flowers, the smell of decay.
An impenetrable tent.
The spirit comprehends the horror of captivity,
Like a walled-up miner.

All our songs are like the rustle
Of unsleeping worms.
They swarm in the ground, aiming at the heart,
But the blood is thicker and the night is darker.

My throat is clogged with something viscous,
A raven pecked out my guts.
And the path is overgrown with weeds
To pastoral meadows.

Melancholy. Eclipse of consciousness.
All-consuming solidity.
And life has no justification,
No horizon, only death.

© Victor Sea

Alchimia

Nigredo

“Fields at Dusk” is a nostalgic track that fuses alt-rock grit with hypnotic trap layers. With driving bass, cinematic strings, and psychedelic guitar loops, it captures the bittersweet rush of memory and the unstoppable pulse of the present. The track builds like a dream half-remembered—immersive, hypnotic, and alive with echoes that never fade. Perfect for late-night drives, sweat-soaked dance floors, or anyone chasing the ghosts of yesterday under the glow of today.

Lyrics:

Chalk lines fading in the grass,
The daylight slipping slow.
Every breath a moment passed,
But the memory still glows.

Worn-down cleats in muddy ground,
Voices echo, sharp and loud.
Chalk-white ghosts beneath my feet,
Every loss, each win repeats.

Once I was the shadow chasing,
Now I’m the ghost who stands there, waiting.

Fields at dusk, chalk-drawn dreams,
Wash away with the morning rain.
Echoes run where the silence calls,
The game still lives inside us all.

Used to call the huddle tight,
Every play was life at night.
Now I see the fire burn,
Through another’s chest it turns.

I can feel the sparks ignite,
Past and present share one light.

Fields at dusk, chalk-drawn dreams,
Wash away with the morning rain.
Echoes run where the silence calls,
The game still lives inside us all.

The grass still smells like summer rain,
The whistles echo just the same.
Every fall, every rise, every call, every cheer,
It’s all still alive whenever we’re here.

Fields at dusk, chalk-drawn dreams,
Wash away with the morning rain.
What we carried, what we gave,
Burns alive in the lines we made.

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