My brain remembers the collor of green fields
Taste of oxygene
Sand between teeth and dust in my eyes
That's what I feel
Thirst and pain
Sorrow of deprivation
My soul is so ill
All skulls look the same
I try to forger the shame, but I could not kill myself
Am I insane?
Wasteland
It feels that we live here forever
Wasteland
Hell is so common
Ruins and sand
What was destroyed would never rise again
Stench and cold leak through veins till my heart
Parasites know where the blood is
The globe, our tiny home
"sanctuary of cloud cuckoo land"
Given us by Lord
Finally was swallowed by morbid greedliness
And shited out
What was destroyed would never rise again
New world of desert
Borderless of hunger
Feel free to wander
Along with grim reaper
Search for the meaning of anger and dye
Cemeteries, cold caves, graves - saves your bones
Are you live or dead, vultures will find you
The globe, our tiny home
"sanctuary of cloud cuckoo land"
Given us by Lord
Finally was swallowed by morbid greedliness
And shited out
How to understand this nightmare for real?
Where children are dissecting for healing
Where hearts are deprived for feelings
Monsters are created for killing
Maybe thats are just scary dreams?
Where king is dying like a pig
Maybe it is just subconscious disease?
And we are all so mentally sick.
Shocking. They returned to their most melancholic path, without forgetting the most emblematic obscurities of their early works. Elaborate themes and compositions loaded with lethargic surroundings, a sepulchral numbness worthy of praise. The violin, the piano and the guitars amputate your skin until your body bristles. All the songs are jewels, but the beginning is overwhelming. Another way to make music without giving up your essence. Supernatural Evoken. Frank Román
Rise to the Sky and then be smashed back down to the ground where your brittle bones will be nothing but dust. Melodic death doom just the way I like it: slow, sorrowful, grim, uplifting and powerful. Adrian