Moonshade - Epitaph

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Directed by: Joël Martins (Titanforged Productions)
Conceptualization: Joël Martins and Ricardo Pereira (Moonshade)

"Epitaph” was composed and recorded by Moonshade, drums were composed and recorded by Diogo Mota, and the song was mixed and mastered by Afonso Aguiar (Titanforged Productions)

Special thanks to: Solar Guitars, Raj Drumsticks, Soultone Cymbals

A very special thanks to Sofía Hernandez, Credo Quia Absurdum, Titanforged Productions and Diogo Mota

'Epitaph' is taken from Moonshade’s second album 'As We Set The Skies Ablaze'.

Moonshade are:
Ricardo Pereira: Vocals and lyrics
Pedro Quelhas: Guitars and orchestrations
Luís Dias: Guitars
Fernando Maia: Drums and orchestrations
Nuno Barbosa: Bass

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LYRICS:

I. EPITAPH

All hail Homo diaboli

Gorging upon the entrails of the land
Sapience be damned, while we decay in glee
Our hordes on their knees as the whores of greed
Vomiting deranged creeds, screeching black symphonies

Waltzing to the sound of collapsing ecosystems
Singing anthems hysterical, spitting on your theorems
Through reptilian reasoning engraved
We condemned our cradle to an early grave

As the air itself becomes unbreathable
And the water stenches of rot
May the soil shatter beneath our feet
Through the fires of doom we have wrought

Hurdling towards extinction’s skeletal carrousel
In self-obsession’s cell, enthralled by our own spell
And the best we can take from our collective hells?
We dethroned all our gods before killing ourselves

Bleed to believe through the realm of unreason
In treasonous greed for structure through dogma
Rapture is upon us, dialectic demons
‘Tis abyssic season, stay blissfully dormant

As we drown in the tears of Gaea
Uncrowned by the smear in our hearts
Thus while Narcissus remains shiftless
Hell waits at the ramparts

Torn apart through scorn innate
Elysium implodes the North Star
The path of redemption leads to oblivion
As the pyres of doom engulf all that we are

Time erases Man
With History’s hand

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© Moonshade 2022

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