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The Birth of Tragedy

by Rugnir

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We're born to be liars
Turned into meaningless functional beings

Where is the meaning?
If God is the only one free to believe

To the blessed
Without rest
The infernal caress
Nothing distinguishes heaven from hell

In the eyes
Of the lost
Not aware of the unknown
Everything sacred is ruled by a throne

All life rests on appearance
Art, illusion, optics
The need for perspective and for error

A world without blasphemy
Is not worth at all
Is freedom of thought
The Birth of Tragedy?

Fallen illusion
The visions in my tears are covered in dust
What is this feeling?
Being so cold beneath the rays of the sun

To the blessed
Without rest
The infernal caress
Nothing distinguishes heaven from hell

In the eyes
Of the lost
Not aware of the unknown
Everything sacred is ruled by a throne

God is dead
God remains dead
And we have killed him
How shall we comfort ourselves
The murderers of all murderers?

Damnation will come for us anyway
To the last one
The moment of reckoning
The Birth of Tragedy

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released January 20, 2023
José Ricardo Leyva Olivares

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Rugnir Mexico

A solo project, created by Joseph Richard. Inspired by fantasy worlds, life and death.

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