1. Marco Nuzzo - The Spell

Описание: Still layers and unwed waves, the spell weaves a hallowed chant,
In vain, flawed garments recite their seams, in sacred trance suppliant.
Beasts and we, with waiting stares, where currents weave and part,
Shapes meld in water’s gathering, where tides consume the heart.
I linger as the river’s mouth, a measured, flowing stream,
In fleeting sanctity’s embrace, I bind the peat and dream.
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!
From boundless shores I rise, through currents’ ceaseless roar,
A pulse of holy light, where peat and life restore!
Unwed waves and silent strata, a chant in whispers calls,
The garments falter, vainly strewn, beneath the sacred thralls.
Our eyes, with beasts, await the surge, where waters twist and blend,
In liquid throngs of fleeting forms, where tides and dreams ascend.
I am the estuary’s breath, a stream of method worn,
In moments’ hallowed spark, the peat and life reborn.
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!
From boundless shores I rise, through currents’ ceaseless roar,
A pulse of holy light, where peat and life restore!
I stood at the edge, outstretched through tides that never cease,
Where peat and life converge, in sanctity’s release.
No veil withstands the flood, no chant escapes the storm,
In the torrent’s sacred pulse, my essence drowns in scorn.
Still layers and unwed waves, the spell weaves a hallowed chant,
In vain, flawed garments recite their seams, in sacred trance suppliant.
Beasts and we, with waiting stares, where currents weave and part,
Shapes meld in water’s gathering, where tides consume the heart.
I linger as the river’s mouth, a measured, flowing stream,
In fleeting sanctity’s embrace, I bind the peat and dream.
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!
From boundless shores I rise, through currents’ ceaseless roar,
A pulse of holy light, where peat and life restore!
Unwed waves and silent strata, a chant in whispers calls,
The garments falter, vainly strewn, beneath the sacred thralls.
Our eyes, with beasts, await the surge, where waters twist and blend,
In liquid throngs of fleeting forms, where tides and dreams ascend.
I am the estuary’s breath, a stream of method worn,
In moments’ hallowed spark, the peat and life reborn.
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!
From boundless shores I rise, through currents’ ceaseless roar,
A pulse of holy light, where peat and life restore!
Unwed waves and silent strata, a chant in whispers calls,
In liquid throngs of fleeting forms, where tides and dreams ascend.
I am the estuary’s breath, a stream of method worn,
In moments’ hallowed spark, the peat and life reborn.
In the tide’s eternal hymn, where sacred veils entwine!
Flawed garments tear the void, where waiting gazes shine!