The hand of Evil

MoraAmaroLaLoba — Sat, 09 Nov 2024 17:18:43 +0000

This song was born from a memory, a memory of those that suddenly invade your head and you breathe them again.

Stay well

I did not know that a moment

would stole the wind

that held my wings

that a gaze

could freeze my breath

letting it suspended

between out and in

I did not know

that everything is smoke

if I speak

there are no words

to get you out of your abyss

To get me out of your oblivion

And while silence

grows

cold

in my ears

I am still alive and dead

waiting for anything

even the hand of Evil

To break the ice in your eyes

May I speak to Life?

MoraAmaroLaLoba — Wed, 30 Oct 2024 18:38:29 +0000

Everything is timing, right?

I had a lot of problems making the arrangement and mix but finally I reached something equilibrated, or not?