1. |
Il grembo della rovina
05:21
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Cielo graffiato da dita di sangue
I nostri destini tacciono
I nostri occhi sono cavi
Ogni passato è scomparso
Ogni futuro è polvere
nel vento del nord
Già sento i tuoni
delle loro armi infuocate
Già sento i pianti, le grida
Delle bocche rosse dei miei figli
Di chi sente il crollo
E non vede più orizzonti
Di chi sente il crollo
E non vede più orizzonti
Tra le fiamme dei villaggi
Uomini dalla pelle d’avorio
Portano in mano la nostra fine
Il grembo della rovina
Noi non siamo mai esistiti
Noi non sappiamo
La gloria della loro croce
Lo scandalo della nudità
La nostra vita era il fiume
Che scorreva e vibrava
Il sussurro del mare
Il richiamo della danza
Perdendoci al ritmo dei giorni
E delle notti, dei nostri cuori
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A sky clawed by blood-stained fingers
Our Fate falls silent
Our eyes are hollow
Our past is vanished
Our future is dust – in the Northern wind
I can already hear the thunders of their scorching weapons
I can already hear the crying, the screams
From my children’s blood-red mouths
From those who hear the downfall
And see no horizon
Among the flames of the villages
Men with ivory skin
Carry our ending in their hands
The womb of the Ruin
We have never existed
We have never known
The glory of their cross
The outrage of our nudity
Our life was the river
That once flew and resonated
The murmur of the sea
The call of the dance
Losing ourselves to the rhythm of the days
And of the nights, of our hearts
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2. |
Il seme del riscatto
06:10
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Una terra umida di sangue e viscere
Coito forzato di uomini pròtesi
Morte generata nel seme,
dolore d’obbedienza
Accettato il compromesso con l’odio
I ricordi mai avuti stridono traditi
Uomo, carne arrugginita
lontano è il fiato della vita
Attirato nella trappola,
nel mondo degli idoli di metallo
Avessimo visto prima la bellezza della terra vergine
Avessimo sentito prima il sussurro della vita
La musica della rinascita la voce eterna del vento
Il calore del fuoco le scaglie del serpente
L’uomo vaga smarrito,
perduto con occhi convulsi
Per la giungla della vendetta
e la linfa ne corrode le carni
Le radici ne spezzano gli arti,
i rami sono cappi bruni
Il pianto del salice una nenia primordiale
L’arroganza verrà punita nel sangue
Seme del riscatto, il prezzo dell’inconscio
Per l’uomo che non ha mai riconosciuto
La sua unica vera Madre
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Soil drenched in blood and viscera
Forced coitus of human-prostheses
Death begotten in the seed
The torment of Obedience
Accepted the compromise with Hatred
Never lived memories scream betrayed
Human! – rusted flesh
Far away is the breath of life
Lured into the trap
Of the world of metal shrines
Had we seen before the beauty of the virgin land
Had we heard before the whisper of life
The music of the Rebirth
The eternal voice of the wind
(Had we felt before) the heat of the fire
The scales of the serpent
Mankind wanders dismayed
Lost with frantic eyes
Through the jungle of Revenge
where the sap corrodes the flesh
The roots tear its limbs off
The branches are somber nooses
The weep of the willow – a primordial chant
Our arrogance will be punished in blood
The seed of Redemption
The price of the unconscious
For mankind, who has never recognised
Its one true Mother
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3. |
Tape edition
12:50
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Feral Thrust Milan, Italy
Feral Thrust started in the first half of 2010, along with Limbs Disarm, a collective already active in the field of diy screenprinting, permaculture and natural remedies. In this respect, FT represents the effort of giving sonic expression to a critical interrogation of the relationship between humans and nature.The line-up includes Mar (vocals), Nicola (drums-vox), Franz (guitar), Michele (bass) ... more
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