Our Own Prisons

by Challenger Deep

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    Artwork by Martina Dzekan (Celeste "Morte Nee(s)")

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"Here all significant will be forgotten...
Here all sacred will be cursed..."


released July 4, 2011

Recording & Mastering: Dominance Records (Eugene Kid)
Album Art: Martina Dzekan (album art of Celeste "Morte Nee(s)")

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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Challenger Deep Minsk, Belarus

post-metal band from Minsk, Belarus.

Since december, 2009

Anton - vocals
Eugene - bass
Sergey - drums
Stanislav - guitar
Aleksandr - guitar

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Track Name: Monologue Of The Forgotten (Katrin)
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.
Track Name: The Next Page
This moment will keep me every day
I`m trying to find myself in useless things
It will impale my soul
You still believe in our beautiful next day
Your purpose has disappeared for a long time before.

Beginning new page, we broke on half of way.
You will tell that and should be, but I was tired.
I was tired of expectation of the true dissolved in different truths.
We searched for road to stars,
but haven't found anything in our desert.
I will disappear, beginning the new page.
I will disappear, keeping in memory for ever left times.
Track Name: Our Own Prisons
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: Challenger Deep
How I can lose my faith if it wasn`t?
Looking in emptiness, trying to find miracles...
Only emptiness..
It`s an abyss, which dements you.
Trying to be released, we receive a sentence.
We will never see a dawn.

Only sometimes we play with small patches of light which are cut in our dusty cage.
Fondly trying to be kept for something, we fall even more deeply...

Here all significant will be forgotten...
Here all sacred will be cursed...

They are ours of ten thousand step in a precipice from which not to get out.
Track Name: Untitled/Unspoken
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.