Vinyl Features:
+ Dark Charcoal Marbled Vinyl
+ Gatefold Jacket
+ 2-Sided Insert
+ Digital Download Card
+ Limited Edition European Import
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lyrics
Co tłumi krzyk spalonych płuc? Jak brzmi płacz z zaszytych warg? Co skrywa duch zaklęty w nas? Co ujrzy świat przez okno ran? Donośny szloch, ugięty kark. Z nękanych ciał nie duch, lecz dym i proch. Rozdarte myśli rozdartych dusz. Z udręki serc nie kwiat, lecz grad i grom. Bóg wkracza przez rany. Bóg wkracza przez mór. Z otwartymi ramionami... na bukiet odrąbanych głów. Przez rany, przez mór. Przez łzy, przez ból. Przez cienie ze snów. Przez żyły płynie Bóg. Bóg wkracza przez rany. Bóg wkracza przez mór. Przez otwartej krtani czarę. W kielich niespełnionych snów. Z otwartych ran. Z zamkniętych serc. Z zaszytych warg. Płynie strach. Z zamkniętych ran. Z otwartych serc. Z rozwartych warg wytryśnie gniew. Ukojenia mit pęka niczym szkło. Blady świt blade lica przywita. Z otwartych ran. Z zamkniętych serc. Z zaszytych warg. Płynie strach. Z zamkniętych ran. Z otwartych serc. Z rozwartych warg. Pusty śmiech. Bóg wkracza przez rany. Bóg wkracza przez mór. On gna na koniu bladym. Poprzez waśń i trzask łamanych słów.
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What’s hidden beneath the scream of scorched lungs? How it is to cry with sewn lips? What’s hidden in the spirit of our kind? What shall be shown to the world through the window of open wounds? Plangent sobbing, bent neck. No spirit, but smoke and ashes shall be born from the tortured flesh. Fractured thoughts of the fractured souls. No flower shall bloom from the tortured hearts, but hail and thunder shall. God enters through the wounds. God enters through pestilence. With arms wide open for the bouquet of cut off heads. Through the wounds. Through pestilence. Through tears and pain. Through the shadows from our dreams. Through the veins comes God. God enters through the wounds. God enters through pestilence. Through the goblet of an opened throat. Into the chalice of unfulfilled dreams. From open wounds. From hearts shut. From sewn lips. Fear flows out. From closed wounds. From open hearts. From open mouth wrath shall erupt. The myth of solace shatters like glass. Pale dawn shall greet the pale faces. From open wounds. From hearts shut. From sewn lips. Fear flows out. From closed wounds. From opened hearts. From opened mouth comes hollow laughter. God enters through the wounds. God enters through pestilence. On the pale horse he rides through strife and the sound of broken promises. Through the wounds. Through pestilence. Through tears and pain. Through the shadows from our dreams.
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