Inner Vitriol - Slowly She Dies (Live in Moscow)

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Inner Vitriol's official music video for “Slowly She Dies” from the DVD/CD “Live in Moscow”
Music & lyrics by Francesco Lombardo
Arrangements by Inner Vitriol
Label: Hidden Stone Records
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LYRICS
So here I am once and again
crossing this damned door.
And what is this desolation
surrounding me?
Here nothing more,
only flesh and bones in boredom.
The Silence seeped under the skin
How deep will it penetrate?
What the hell am I doing here?
My soul is dying,
pierced by seven spikes she’s slowly dying slowly.
My body is
the Nuremberg maiden
that hugs her more and more.
Till death.
Faded images of dead bodies.
Grotesque laughter, disfigured faces.
I can hear my soul crying in the distance.
Hypocrite smiles which easily reveal
Reveal the real thoughts surrounding me.
And an instinctive will
to fool around on top of someone.
Suddenly stunned I open my eyes wide,
while a tense rocking
drags me into the abyss,
I’m sinking, sinking, I’m sinking into the abyss.
Get away from me,
leave this bed
of dirt and shame,
I can’t be like I once was.
By this time too many spectres
come to wake me up in my sleep.
There is a mortal sickness inside me.
Maybe my relationship with others
Is damaged for ever?
My soul is dying,
pierced by seven spikes slowly she dies,
slowly.
My body is
the Nuremberg maiden
that hugs her more and more.
Till death.
Another sharp spike pierces my poor soul.
And you, looking so free from the weight of existence, how do you do it?
What is this dark secret
You have understood and I haven’t?
Why are you keeping it for yourselves?
Perhaps this secret does not exist,
And, alone, I sail the sea of
ghosts and illusions,
looking for something which is not there.
I can feel my legs give way, the temptation to
Drop to my knees is strong.
Drop to my knees, yes. I could.
And abandon everything, everyone...
The path will be long and uncertain,
If I want to heal I have to dig inside of me,
Like Knowledge I’ll wander desperate
In search of my Truth.
I’ll penetrate into the bowels of the Earth,
I’ll purify myself in the warm mountain’s womb,
And with the sweat of my brow
I’ll seek endlessly the hidden stone.
I’ll penetrate into the bowels of the Earth,
I’ll purify myself in the warm mountain’s womb,
And with the sweat of my brow
I’ll seek endlessly the hidden stone.
I need to heal