Inner Vitriol son un cuarteto de dark progressive metal de Bologna, Italia.
"Waterfall" es el tercer corte de su álbum *Semper Tacui* (2026) y uno de sus momentos más intensos: siete minutos donde la voz de Gabriele Gozzi recorre toda la gama entre el fraseo suave y melancólico y el canto apasionado y ronco.
Una curiosidad que me parece fascinante: el nombre de la banda viene del acrónimo del lema de la alquimia renacentista *V.I.T.R.I.O.L.* — *Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem* (Entra en las entrañas de la Tierra y, a través de tu purificación, encontrarás la piedra oculta). No es una banda que se llame así por casualidad.
Y otra: *Semper Tacui* tardó catorce años en llegar. Catorce. Eso sí es tomarse las cosas con calma.
I’ve heard this being said of Time:
”It flows like a river”.
But my Time’s like
a waterfall.
Where whirling waters
wildly spin,
to finally crash
into the rocks.
As I was that water, I can feel
the hard stone breaking my bones,
and it reminds me
this span of time will make me bleed.
And I crave more than ever
for serenity
of shallow quiet waters where
soft sand caresses my sore back,
where my senses can wake up
and my limbs can find rest
from a long, deep strain.
But if I ever find that place,
will I belong there?
Or long for restlessness?
What a strange being I am,
never satisfied with what I have,
always in search of my ambitions
or my illusions.
And then I will crave more than ever
the ordeal of a fast-moving stream
full of curly and foaming waves.
But surely, for a while,
I’ll feel the urge to leave them
to briefly remain
inside a sensation.
To grab a memory
like a drop
and let it fall
over my eyes.
To stop the Time,
thus defeating,
for an instant only,
my most dangerous enemy.
Maybe that’s all
I really want…
In the meantime here I am,
crashing violently into rocks,
I am unable to foresee
what lies beyond my next leap.
Time changed me,
it consumed me
like the stream ero
des the mountain.
What did he make of me?
Were my efforts worth it?
