THE BEAST

Gaerea's official music video for the track 'To Ain', taken from their upcoming album 'Limbo'. Release date: July 24, 2020. WE ARE GAEREA. Order here: http://redirect.season-of-mist.com/GaereaShop Video Directed by Guilherme Henriques Art Direction by Catarina Rocha Recorded, mixed and mastered by Miguel Tereso at Demigod Recordings Follow Gaerea http://www.facebook.com/gaerea http://www.instagram.com/gaerea_ http://www.gaerea.bandcamp.com Subscribe to Season Of Mist for new releases : https://som.lnk.to/YouTube Follow Season Of Mist: http://www.season-of-mist.com http://www.facebook.com/seasonofmistofficial http://www.youtube.com/user/SeasonOfMistLabel https://www.instagram.com/seasonofmistofficial/ Lyrics: No oppression on the horizon Not a single lie spit by tongue As an aimless vagabond I fall Addicted to lethal life, it’s so magnificent The great boundary among the enlightened Their blackened visions feed from thy memorials Provocative veil is lifted Vain, avaricious, dead Their Irony exceeds them And the cost: Everything Grotesque flaws Everyday neuroses The sound of silence relieves me! Consumes me! Inflicting Chaos. To Ain! Nothing he believes is real As I keep sliding back to life. This is my last flight Still, silent, serene Howls from the past And the birds are not flying high A muted scream suffocates my mind Is lethargy keeping us alive? I will not let these flames take me. Sunrise behind the curtain so peaceful of mind He’s a fantasist. A wanderer of the Void I learned not to fear infinity Seems more like a burden than a source of joy Going up the stairs I tend to jump through the fields of glass These are the colors Colors of Eternity One by one With arms wide open We will fall To Ain! Chilling whispers, teardrops you won’t hear the calling Weeping rivers, flowing in haunting seas In waves Out of key you are, you’re so... This golden dawn will dive with me. Along the shining idols Twinkle the milky way of life, Stretched to the point of never-ending line Ten thousand stories remain untold I hate mankind, for I am one of the best of them And I know how bad I am. What is a man? A miserable pile of secrets Cold and vacant The strange, uncanny, mysterious And as I fall Into the abyss of this mundane world I stare and glare, my boundless extent One by one With arms wide open We will fall To Ain!