Sleep Paralysis

by Tragedy In Hope

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1.
Lucid Dream
2.
The Celebration Of Despair And Woe
3.
A nocturnal walk in The streets or the park with Cast down eyes and hope inside. Gloomy rag dolls Soaked to the bones. Poor kids of darkness Drowned in sadness. It's like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. Chasing a rainbow day after day Is like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. Passing dim streetlights, Doing routine laps, They're already tired, but still inspired. How long can they go feeling alone? Nobody cares and nobody knows. Such thoughts are like little parasites. They devour our dreams – low self-esteem. If only they could Hide under a roof... Poor kids of darkness Drowned in sadness. It's like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. Chasing a rainbow day after day Is like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. Wandering aimlessly, Looking for something you've never ever seen, Chasing a rainbow day after day Is like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. One day there will be merry laughs and sunny smiles, But now there is only anxiety in tired eyes. And maybe happiness will be finally found By those who thought they had drowned. Someone may say it's just a bad dream. It's hard to believe, 'cause it feels so real. And if it's true, then how to break free? Am I really asleep? Such a crazy thought, This has got to be a joke! I am stuck in my own world, Punching these cold raindrops. Wandering aimlessly, Looking for something you've never ever seen, Something you've never ever seen, Chasing a rainbow day after day Is like fighting with the rain, It's like fighting with the rain. But why do we fight it If we can enjoy it Dancing in its drops? It may be hard, but let's admit, It's just more interesting to be In the inky darkness. And drown, and drown there.
4.
Winter Wedding Ceremony
5.
The Mistress Of Dark Art
6.
Nightmare Lullaby
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Ashen clouds slowly sail on the frowning sky. The baleful Luna shines gently from behind. Thousands of poignant tears are shed down below. A filthy, dry odor succumbed to petrichor. An ominous passage led to the sullen night paysage, Which seemed hitherto an elusive far mirage. In a soft embrace of the wretched enchantress, Even total darkness will lose a game of chess. With heavy steps, but a tranquil breath he treads to the broad ledge. Twisted shapes of the gray landscape are seen from the house edge. A boring life, internal strifes – melancholia, Wind was blowing mildly, it brought light euphoria. A seducing gaze from obscurity. He looked loftily, brusquely at the gaunt face As if forgetting about her mournful grace, Her grave malady and naive vanity, This insomnious autumnal night. This insomnious autumnal night In a murky, burial shroud, death cries. Another poor soul tries to finish the game, Unfortunately, beforehand. On drear eyes of emerald color Was nothing, but bitter, mute sorrow. A haggard body rests on the ground Among vermilion gouts. She has to stay unbiased, Thus, guarding a painful suspense. A mien of the Woeful Queen Showed genuine sadness. She awkwardly plays at give-away, Truly enjoying convulsions of prey. An opponent always clings to life, but this time There is no reason to fight, As this insomnious autumnal night In a murky, burial shroud, death cries. Another poor soul tries to finish the game, Unfortunately, beforehand. On drear eyes of emerald color Was nothing, but bitter, mute sorrow. The haggard body rests on the ground Among vermilion gouts. He deluded her vilely, broke her shy heart, Trampled it arrogantly, tore it apart. By invisible waves of vespertine air She was thrown in the abyss of eternal despair. Det fanns en man, som försökte Skjuta upp det oundvikliga, Men lömska döden, som gömdes i mörkret, Visste i förväg att han skulle förlora. Hon tiger med ett leende, När frågar man: "Vad händer sen?" Han flög till ljuset som en fjäril, Men det största skämtet var att det fanns ingenting. She awkwardly plays at give-away, Truly enjoying convulsions of prey. An opponent always clings to life, but this time There is no reason to fight, As this insomnious autumnal night In a murky, burial shroud, death cries. Another poor soul just finished the game, Unfortunately, beforehand. Golden foliage flies in the chill October wind Beneath argent, dim moonbeams. The last words he said before the tragical end, "We are... We are... We are already dead..."
8.
Sleep Paralysis

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Hi! Before we get down to the synopsis, I just want to tell that the story you are going to hear isn’t only a trip across the dark dream world, but it is also the story of fighting with yourself. It’s the story about how strong you can get once you accept yourself as you are.

The story starts when the protagonist wakes up in a dream and goes to the mirror where he sees a twisted image of himself, the phantom monster of sleep paralysis.

He escapes the place, he found himself in, trying to run away from the bleak reality. He flies among white clouds trying to find a rainbow, but falls to the ground when thunderclouds and a storm come.
The world beneath the clouds is filled with rains and a piercing cold. To find a rainbow there seems to be impossible and the darkness slowly starts to swallow him as many others before. He doesn’t give up chasing it, but…

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releases February 12, 2021

Written by Sasha Giller.
Mixing, mastering and producing by Vladimir Lehtinen.
Guitars and vocals by Sasha Giller.
Drums by Alexander Dovgan’.
Artworks by Alexander Moroz.
The digipack is designed by Aleh Zielankievič.

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If the culture of new sincerity sounded like black metal, it would sound like Tragedy In Hope.

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