Our Own Prisons
by Challenger Deep
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Artwork by Martina Dzekan (Celeste "Morte Nee(s)")
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about
"Here all significant will be forgotten...
Here all sacred will be cursed..."
Here all sacred will be cursed..."
credits
released 04 July 2011
Recording & Mastering: Dominance Records (Eugene Kid)
Album Art: Martina Dzekan (album art of Celeste "Morte Nee(s)")
Tracklist:
1) Forever Lost
2) Monologue Of The Forgotten (Katrin)
3) The Next Page
4) Our Own Prisons
5) Challenger Deep
6) Untitled/Unspoken
Recording & Mastering: Dominance Records (Eugene Kid)
Album Art: Martina Dzekan (album art of Celeste "Morte Nee(s)")
Tracklist:
1) Forever Lost
2) Monologue Of The Forgotten (Katrin)
3) The Next Page
4) Our Own Prisons
5) Challenger Deep
6) Untitled/Unspoken
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Atmospheric post-hardcore/post-metal band from Minsk, Belarus.
Since december, 2009
Members:
Anton - vocals
Eugene - bass
Sergey - drums
Anton - guitar
Aleksandr - guitar
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- Track Name: Untitled/Unspoken
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I don`t need your words
Full of lie and tenderness
I see your face in this reflection
Of network mirror
It`s spoiled by empty feelings.
Your scream will fade away…
We are too weak to be released and escape from here in the real world.
Our stars are desktop wallpapers, our air is electricity.
The sunshine will never charm us, but short circuit will dement…
We sit in our prisons
Waiting for something
Sometimes I forget this pain,
Which steals my forces.
You can give me one last chance
And forget that
My mind will be your resting place
You are my pain…
We sit in our prisons,
Waiting for something.
Sometimes I forget this pain
Which steals my forces
I can give you one last chance to escape from here
But it just illusion, I will leave you here for ever. - Track Name: Our Own Prisons
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Надежда пропадает без вести, едва успев родиться...
Упасть и не подняться, а над тобой сотни убийц,
Но об этом не скажут в газетах..
Возможно твой друг завтра не пожмет твою руку,
Возможно чей-то сын уже не вернется
На нас ставят жирную точку
Сегодня еще один силуэт на асфальте,
а завтра возможно им буду я... или ты?
Свобода умерла когда-то давно,
Превратившись в кучу серого пепла.
Единственный способ сбежать - сорвать с лица маску
Сорвать мешок
Чем слепо следовать каждому слову
Двуличных ублюдков
Их руки испачканы кровью
Не ждать последнего вздоха
Кричать то, о чем раньше было страшно подумать. - Track Name: Monologue Of The Forgotten (Katrin)
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And I`ll be so broken…
Please, don`t leave me now
Please, don`t leave and give a little hope
Every day I`m waiting for you
Please, don`t leave me now
It all is written in my eyes…
…You will leave me having left only vain hope to my soul
You leave me here for ever… in this grey and old walls!
And I`ll be so broken..
Please, don`t leave me now
You`ll be all for me, I need your warmth..
Looking at the world through broken glass,
I hope to hear your voice and feel your hands.
I wait every day when my existence will turn to life
Storing in a head a portrait of mother which never saw…
which never heard… which has left me in these gray walls.
