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A Season's Tales

by Einsamkeit

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1.
Op. I 07:27
In the crisp embrace of Autumn's call, A tale of melancholy does befall, When leaves of gold and crimson fade, And the world turns in shades of gray. A gentle breeze whispers through the air, Carrying the scent of bittersweet despair, As nature's canvas begins to weep, In this season where sorrows seep. The sun descends with a weary sigh, Casting shadows beneath a somber sky, The days grow shorter, the nights grow long, A symphony of melancholy, a mournful song. The trees stand bare, stripped of their pride, Their branches reaching out, feeling untied, The beauty once held, now turned to decay, Reflecting the soul's yearning, a disarray. The wandering birds bid their last adieu, As they journey south, their hearts askew, Their departure a reminder, cold and stark, That life's fleeting moments leave their mark. As I wander amidst the fallen leaves, I ponder on what this melancholy achieves, For in the depths of Autumn's bittersweet, There lies a poignant beauty, oh so discreet. And even in loss, there's solace to embrace. So let me stroll through this Autumn's fall, Inhaling the melancholy, embracing it all
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Op. II 06:05
In shadows draped, the winter draws near, A season's tale of sorrow and despair. With whispered winds, it creeps, austere, Bringing loneliness to all that we bear. Once vibrant hues now fade to gray, The world adorned in a somber attire. Leaves relinquish their hold and sway, As frost-kissed landscapes ignite a fire. The sun retreats, its warmth withdrawn, Gone are the days of golden embrace. In frigid nights, sadness is drawn, A symphony of echoes, a haunting grace. The trees stand barren, stripped and bare, Their branches weep, in frozen tears. The whispers of loss fill the frozen air, Echoing regrets of forgotten years. Nature's lullaby, a mournful tune, Whispered by creatures seeking solace. Silent footsteps on the path Each breath is a reminder of time's embrace. Let us cherish the melancholy embrace, For within its depths lie lessons profound. In winter's shroud, we find our grace, A poignant symphony, where sorrows resound. So let the winter arrive with sorrow's might, Let melancholy dance upon our hearts. For in the darkest hours, we find our light, And embrace the solace that winter gives.
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Op. III 06:17
Beneath the cloak of the frosty night, The forest weeps with a mournful sight, For leaves have fallen, their vibrant hue, Replaced by glaze, crystal and blue The once vibrant meadows, now wear a shroud, Of sorrow and desolation, woven proud, As the sun hidden, its warmth held at bay, A sorrowful dance begins to sway. The barren branches reach out in despair, Their nakedness a testament to the air, No songs of birds, no creatures' playful call, Just the haunting echoes of a winter's pall. Yet, within this darkness, beauty resides, A silver moonlight that softly glides, Projecting shadows that dance with graceful grace, In the stillness of this enchanted place. For even sorrow has its own allure, A soulful beauty that's hard to ignore, In the winter forest's gloomy embrace, We find relief in its somber grace. In the winter forest, where sorrow lies, To cast its spell upon the silent trees, And freeze the heart with his cold breeze.
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Op. IV 06:01
In the depths of a woodland old, Where ancient trees their stories told, A wanderer roamed, heart draped in gray, Amidst nature's embrace, he lost his way. With sorrow as his constant friend, He sought solace, a heart to mend, Through tangled paths and shadows, He walked into the vast forest. Through verdant glades, he trod alone, betweens the trees, his heart did groan, For memories weighed upon his soul, Like ghostly whispers, they took their toll. Among the ancient trees that stood, He found solace Nature's grace, a gentle guide, To heal the wounds he couldn't hide. In the woodland's profound, He learned to let his sorrows drown, For nature held the sacred key, To set his saddened spirit free. And as he wandered, day by day, A transformation found its way, From sorrow's grip, he learned to part, To mend his wounded, fragile heart. The forest's ancient tales and woes, Became a part of him To carry both the joy and pain In the arms of sorrow and despair, He found a sanctuary rare, Within the forest gentle grace, He found his peace, his rightful place.
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Op. V 05:53
In Winter's Land, where darkness reigns, A mystic world of sorrow chants. between the chill and frozen air, Creatures lurk with eyes that glare. Through silver mist and icy gloom, Mystic beast slowly looms. Their forms unseen, their voices hushed, In the shadows, they remain untouched. Under the veil of starry skies, Where sorrow feels and sadness lies, The land of winter's majestic grace, Becomes a haunting, sacred place. Among the pines, the spirits wail, Their gloomy cries like winter's gale. A choir of ghosts in frozen trance, In harmony, they weep and dance. The moon, a lantern in the night, Casts eerie glows upon the white, Unveiling secrets, long hidden, By sorrow's touch, the wounds were revealed. The wolves, they howl, their spirits torn, Their cries blend with the windswept thorn. Yet, in their eyes, a wisdom gleams, As if they've seen forgotten dreams. Within the dark, a silent deer, With eyes that hold a crystal tear. A guardian of this frigid land

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released August 22, 2023

Artwork & Concept by Fabricio José(fabpanzer)
Recorded, Mastering by Fabricio José(fabpanzer)
All Instruments, Vocals, Lyrics by Fabricio José(fabpanzer)

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Einsamkeit Limón Province, Costa Rica

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Atmospheric/Ambient Folk Metal

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