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1. Enough To Name The Tide - Marco Nuzzo (Black Cybele)

Lyrics: If I could claim the realm where your lips graze mine, I’d sing of primal echoes, where centered chords align. Through tattered shrouds, not less than absent graves, Or suicides of sinew, on spines that crave your waves. In smooth, segmented dew, a maze of wretched pleas, You yield to calamities, surrendered on your knees. Imperfection blooms from your retreat, a severed art, In crumbling ruins, flesh ignites a starving heart. A moan of remnants, forms that burn, in caustic guise, Unveiled in oceans deep, where thoracic waters rise. Through coldest months we pass, in strands of velvet shade, Your presence carves the years, where time begins to fade. From arrogance to cadence bare, I gift you autumn’s breath, To count the millennia trapped in an hour’s death. No paths remain to trace, no order left to weave, For time’s a stranger, useless, in legions cold it grieves. Sculpted frost, half-movements, enough to name the tide, Your liquid scent, a marine pulse, where my soul resides. Imperfection blooms from your retreat, a severed art, In crumbling ruins, flesh ignites a starving heart. A moan of remnants, forms that burn, in caustic guise, Unveiled in oceans deep, where thoracic waters rise. Through coldest months we pass, in strands of velvet shade, From pride to ruin, I drown in your marine embrace, A tide of longing, sculpted cold, no time, no place. Your breath, a relic, stirs the void where chaos sings, Abiogenesis of grief, where love’s corrosion stings. No flesh! No frame! Just echoes in the marrow’s core! A sea of thorns, where longing bleeds forevermore! The tide consumes, the centuries dissolve in vain, I am the salt, the wound, the tide’s eternal chain! A moan of remnants, forms that burn, in caustic guise, Unveiled in oceans deep, where thoracic waters rise. From chaos born, your shadow weaves a primal cry, I linger in your tide, where stars and souls defy. Your marine scent remains, a pulse beneath the frost, A millennium’s hour, in your tide, forever lost. Music, Lyrics, Vocals and Sound Design: Marco Nuzzo #MarcoNuzzo #BlackCybele #Abiogenesis #Atmospheric #Metal #DarkAmbient #ExperimentalMetal #MetalLyrics #PoeticMetal