Inner Vitriol - Weaker and Fading (feat. Geoff Tate) (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Subscribe to ‪@innervitriol‬ and leave a comment! Inner Vitriol - "Weaker and Fading" (February 20, 2026), first single release from the album "Semper Tacui" (March 20, 2026) Stream "Weaker and Fading" here: https://nfan.link/weaker-and-fading Pre-Save all our future releases: https://nfan.link/inner-vitriol ******** Music & lyrics by Francesco Lombardo Arrangements by Francesco Lombardo, Michele Panepinto and Inner Vitriol Guest vocals by Geoff Tate Audio mixed by Marco Barusso Mastering by Marco D'Agostino Label: Hidden Stone Records Acting and paintings by Victoria Ernst Filmed & edited by Matteo Ermeti and Francesco Lombardo Story by Michele Panepinto, Michele Di Lauro, Francesco Lombardo Set: Michele Panepinto, Michele Di Lauro, Francesco Lombardo Special thanks to: Danilo Lombardo, Gaetano Spirito ******** Connect with Inner Vitriol: Facebook:   / innervitriol   Instagram:   / innervitriol   Website: https://www.innervitriol.com Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-it/arti... Apple Music:   / inner-vitriol   Amazon Music: https://amzn.to/3laTsSS Tidal: https://tidal.com/browse/artist/37626744 Store: https://www.innervitriol.com/store ******** WEAKER AND FADING Light leaks, lets me glimpse paintings and anguished poems drawn by some tired and suffering hands. The gloomy eyes of a Saint appear out of the dark, deeply piercing my crushed heart. Science, art, even honest faith were locked in here and chained, sentenced to a grievous death and to be buried by Time. This cell isn’t meant to kill men. This cell is meant to murder their ideas. Time will wipe everything. Before Time opens the door to Death, each of us will wonder whether our lives were worth living. I feel I haven’t done enough, I feel incomplete. And once more I need to fill this void with one last mark of mine. I wonder if I, too, will be able to leave a deep mark in those who walk these cells. I wonder how could I win my fight against the one true enemy, Time the Torturer, and reach beyond my own life. My thoughts carry a breath of life that will carve onto these cursed walls. Before Time opens the door to Death, each of us will wonder whether our lives were worth living. I feel I haven’t done enough, I feel incomplete. And once more I need to fill this void with one last mark of mine. But it’s hard, because these stone walls are getting into my head and they’re shattering my thoughts, once used to twirling like the air. My Spirit is pulled down from the sky and it’s crushed like a snake’s head being crushed into dust, down, until its head is disfigured and smashed. The dusk light leaks, and slowly dies on these painted prison walls. And I, like the light, feel weaker and fading. And I cannot comprehend if darkness lies in this room or within the dungeons of my mind. “Sugnu mortu e ancora haiu a moriri”. #innervitriol #sempertacui #weakerandfading