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Está es la cuarta cancion del especial skaknamao en el mundho de la igleshia..una oración sincera y una crítica real a un muNdho que ha perdido su espiritualidad
“Oh Lord (Cicada Prayer)” – SkaknamaO
I want to talk to the water —
und sie verstehen...
the cicada that was dying,
the dawn that devoured her wings with tenderness,
the noise that whispered my name —
mein Name, verloren im Staub der Sterne.
Oh Lord,
I sing from the mud,
kiss the lips of a demon
that feeds on my wound —
no angels left but his eyes,
drunk with silence,
weighed down by his sleeping flame.
Oh Herr...
I don’t want to dissolve at your border,
to be the rain that falls
into the sea of shadows,
where there’s no memory,
no echo awakening,
no song calling.
Oh Lord,
leave me in the flames,
with a guitar in this hell that is Earth —
my voice... a poem,
someone to hear me,
and forget their pain.
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Title CICADA STREAMER DRUM'S INFERNOS/SKAKNAMAO/ ESPECIAL SKAKNAMAO EN EL MUNDHO DE LA IGLESHIA
Está es la cuarta cancion del especial skaknamao en el mundho de la igleshia..una oración sincera y una crítica real a un muNdho que ha perdido su espiritualidad
“Oh Lord (Cicada Prayer)” – SkaknamaO
I want to talk to the water —
und sie verstehen...
the cicada that was dying,
the dawn that devoured her wings with tenderness,
the noise that whispered my name —
mein Name, verloren im Staub der Sterne.
Oh Lord,
I sing from the mud,
kiss the lips of a demon
that feeds on my wound —
no angels left but his eyes,
drunk with silence,
weighed down by his sleeping flame.
Oh Herr...
I don’t want to dissolve at your border,
to be the rain that falls
into the sea of shadows,
where there’s no memory,
no echo awakening,
no song calling.
Oh Lord,
leave me in the flames,
with a guitar in this hell that is Earth —
my voice... a poem,
someone to hear me,
and forget their pain.
--
Work type Music
Tags distorted, ska core, punk, sonidos tribales, tribalism drums, shamanismo
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Identifier 2510133305142
Entry date Oct 13, 2025, 4:17 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 90.00 %. Holder Jonathan cheys. Date Oct 13, 2025.
Author - Lyricist 95.00 %. Holder Jonathan cheys. Date Oct 13, 2025.
Author - Song producer 90.00 %. Holder Jonathan cheys. Date Oct 13, 2025.
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