Anachronisms

by Hurricäde

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Anachronisms III CLH013 III 2014
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released June 23, 2014

Recorded & mixed by Santi Garcia at Ultramarinos Costa Brava
Mastered by Victor Garcia at Ultramarinos Mastering
Artwork by Xavi Forné (Error!Design)

Caleiah III Saltamarges III Bridal Horse III 2014

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Track Name: Merchants Of Mirages
Into a maelstrom our yearnings are swallowed in.Grasping for air. It is never satisfied.Always incomplete and seeking the missing pieces while like plastic thoughts are being molded. Poisoned arrows aimed at our souls, aimed at our weakness, aimed at our sons. Behind your smokescreen there’s only greed, a fist of iron in a silken glove. Merchants of mirages barter misery. Your art won’t seduce us. Your lies won’t reduce us.
Track Name: Cursed Peaks
Those mountains have eyes, have arms, have guns. Cursed are they who reach their top to talk with gods. Ancient presence failing to disappear, failing to take control. We are all damned.
Track Name: Labyrinth
Take me inside a labyrinth. The more I lose, the more I find myself. The more I see, the less I know. Crows will witness this isolation. The pharos blackout marks an end, abrupt is the change of course. Run, now the maze has rolled the dice. Nothing is in the right place, nothing’s left behind. Unknown are the patterns, unknown are the trails. I know this could fix me just as it could be my grave.
Track Name: Collapsed Bloom
I walk alone and I lose control. The one you impose to me, the one I drag. I walk alone and I fucking lose control. This is our sunset. A collapsed bloom. A death foretold. A claim against the grain. Something never needed. Something never wanted. Meltdown.
Track Name: Adrift
Placed where wounds find their zenith, where embers rekindle again and again. Long since the bank vanished over the horizon. Long since everything was thrown away. In the middle of nothing, epicenter of everything. Adrift, drowning in my own hopeless dreams.
Track Name: The Wires
Progress. Unlimited growth. Lobbies and emotional dosing. Decay. Operational breakdown. Hold off grief till death starts dancing. Hold off, the gate ain’t closed. The wires that bind us to the roots run on a wrong basis, run on a wrong belief. A magnificent past echoes in our memories, values of an obsolete lore. Prayers, prayers are no longer heard by those false banners our dread had created. Are we feeding the wires? We hold off grief until death starts to dance. Staying angry, constantly fighting. The truth only shines when it burns. Life-long struggle. You are the weapon. The truth only shines when it burns.
Track Name: Las Arañas
Las arañas pedirán su territorio. Oscuros fragmentos frutos de la discordia que tejen sus estoicas sedas en el vacío. Siempre han estado en tu interior. Conciencias en llamas. Vencen los muros que las retenían. Cesan las voces que obedecían. Junto a ti han pisado cada uno de tus pasos. Redes ocultas que cortarán como cuchillas. Siempre.
Track Name: II Origin
Epilogue for an unmarked tomb. Because you listened to the ones saying that you couldn’t instead of facing the facts spent a lifetime waiting for something that was within your grasp. Settled for stability and sacrificed the dreams. Imprisoned by anguish and imprisoned by fear. This is the place where you will start from scratch. Today is the day you’ll start over again. Nothing's ending, only changing. Leave the trenches, take your chances. Walk away, far away. Reborn! Leaving. A second origin.