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+ Dark Charcoal Marbled Vinyl
+ Gatefold Jacket
+ 2-Sided Insert
+ Digital Download Card
+ Limited Edition European Import
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lyrics
Raz po raz, gnat o gnat. Grobowy rytm, pogrzebowy marsz. Miecz o miecz, miecz o kark. Łeb na bruk czy zacisniety sznur? W głąb duszy wygnane, w sercach pozostanie. Co ma wisieć, nie utonie. Znów zapłonie krzyża znak. Raz po raz, niech ostrze tka. Przez trzewia płynie krew, ból i wrzask. Ołów, stal - sędzia i kat. Na garb spadnie młot, miecz i bat! Z nieba żar i gęsty dym to naszej pracy plon. Huraganów ryk jak hymn ku czci miłości własnej. Dalej! Unieś w chwale pod paznokciami brud! Pod cnót sztandarem, wbitym w proch i gruz. Nie czystość na ustach, lecz nieskalana Jaźń wypłynie na wierzch przez ciąg zadanych ran. Dalej! Unieś w chwale pod paznokciami brud. Pod cnót sztandarem płytki czeka grób. Co skrywamy w sobie jak bezcenny skarb, to krew, pot i ogień... i judaszowa łza. Kto stanął na szali i zbyt lekki jest, za grzechy odpowie nim nastanie dzień. Słońce w zenicie, korona na dnie i wyschnięta krew. To tutaj blaknie cień. Spacer po linie. Ze skraju na skraj. Nim szczęścia zgaśnie blask, a ciężar szal spadnie na garb... jak młot, miecz i bat!
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Again and again, bone to bone. Sepulchral rhythm, funeral march. Sword to sword, sword through neck. Head to the floor or a tightened rope? Banished within, in hearts it remains. Born to hang you will never drown. The sign of the cross shall burn once more. Again and again, weave with the blade. Blood, pain and scream flow through the entrails. Lead, steel - the judge and the executioner. A hump shall be smitten by a hammer, a sword and a whip! Embers from the sky and thick smoke are the fruits of our labour. The sound of hurricanes like an anthem in praise of self-love. Come forth! Raise the dirt under your fingernails in glory! Under the banner of virtues embedded in ashes and debris. Not an acquired purity, but the unblemished Self shall leak through the wounds. Come forth! Raise the dirt under your fingernails in glory! Under the banner of virtues a shallow grave awaits. What we hide within like a priceless treasure is blood, sweat and fire... and a tear of Judas. Who has been weighed and found wanting, shall atone for his sins before the dawn. The Sun is at the zenith, the crown has fallen and the blood has dried. This is where the shadow fades. A tightrope walk. From one edge to another. Before the luck runs out, and the weight on the scales smites the spine... like hammer, sword and whip!
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Gaerea's first release of "Unsettling Whispers" was in 2018, and since, they dared define a "black metal" niche of their own, they dared to walk a new path and stir shit up a bit in the realm of BM, this album is a masterpiece and a milestone proving that it can be done, provided the band can pull it off, and they did, oh they did! Gloomy, dark, post-BM sludgy whatever, it's Gaerea, and this one belongs in my BC collection, the end. sachavonkarl74
