Pro printed cassette single style, green shells with stickers in a cardboard sleeve. Limited to 50 copies! Handnumbered.
Handling by Back from the grave tapes (Netherlands)
Includes unlimited streaming of Pyre (EP)
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Music and lyrics by Patroness.
Artwork by Rimba Ranu.
lyrics
Alone, don’t leave me alone
And my darkness, surrounds me
Speaking in tongues to poison the mind
Spitting their venom - spreading their lies
Souls divided - worlds collide
Weird twisted reality - we try to survive
I’m drowning
Deeper I sink
Your promise
You would be there
When I found myself in despair, you were never there for me
Looking for some clarity, months of hope - washed away like sand to the sea
Dragged the light out of the night, you were cold
Now I am alone, never seen your eyes
Youth will remain, the violence we share down this field, a nocturnal show
Bow, beneath the vibrant hope, become our low
Lost life, cold signs, just taking it back - you will be here in my heart
Lost eyes, cold lies, just take it slow, you will carry and you will bury me
If there‘s a god - How could this be - I’m holding your body so close to me
His salvation has passed by - like what autumn does to the trees.
The things (that) we do, when we’re down on our knees, mindlessly we follow
Becoming the slaves of this prodigious grief
We are the broken, and we are the lost
The masses - not knowing what we have become
Lost in the reflection of expectations, legends of things that won’t come
You will carry me
You will bury me
The atmosphere of this album is fantastic. Makes you feel like you're knee-deep in the trenches drenched in mud, filth, sweat, and blood. Truly encapsulates the horrors of World War I, and the fact that the lyrics of some of the songs are taken from old war letters really adds to the authenticity.
Favorite Track(s): Die Feuertaufe, Grabenlieder edoerfler
Troisième plaie béante de la saga A Fleur de Peau, une flamme pâle, qui ne brûle pas — quand la vie n'est que l'ombre d'elle-même. Le titre de ce chapitre donne le ton. Car la flamme, elle, est là : vous pouvez chercher, je ne pense pas que vous trouverez un album de funeral doom aussi intense que celui-là (peut-être même au sein des A Fleur de Peau ?), notamment grâce aux artistes qui joignent Déhà et qui viennent ajouter une splendeur incommensurable — chant féminin/masculin, saxophone... Jordan Vauvert