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Semper Caecus

by Torpedo dude

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1.
Caecus est 03:08
2.
A DESERT IS A PIECE OF HELL ON EARTH BUT HELL IS NOT A PLACE, NOR AN IDEA HELL TRANSCENDS ALL THOUGHTS. I WAS BORN SO LONG AGO, THE FIRST TO EVER BE BORN AND NOT CREATED I WAS DAMNED MURDERING ‘COS OF ENVY HELL EMBRACED MY FATE HEWN AND SHAPED BY FEAR PAIN AND ANGUISH FOR THOSE WHO DWELL THERE AS THE EARTH DRANK THE BLOOD  I BECAME CURSED BY GOD'S MARK TURNING ME INTO A WANDERER FOREVER HELL IS HERE MY SON IT'S A LANDSCAPE IN CONSTANT FLUX AS WE DESCEND THROUGH SPIRALING DEPTHS THEY MOCK AND TAUNT, THEY SPIT AND CURSE WINDS WHISTLE THROUGH A RIBCAGE WAVES OF VOID, OF POISONED AIR WASHING SINS AWAY DAMNED ANTS MARCHING IN A MAZE EDEN WAS ALWAYS A LIE, A CRUEL JOKE A THING TO BE DREAMED BUT NEVER ATTAINED BUT HOW COULD YOU HAVE KNOWN IF YOU WEREN'T THERE AT FIRST. ‘COS THEN THERE NEVER WAS A HEAVEN FOR THE DAMNED. A CHILDISH GAME. THE FOOL RAISES FORTUNE'S HAND AS THE WORLD LAYS WASTED HOW COULD YOU HAVE KNOWN IF IT NEVER WAS YOUR STORY. IT WAS MINE, AGAIN, I AM CAIN.
3.
THERE YOU WERE WANDERING ON A DRUNKEN NIGHT LOVE WAS LAYING IN ITS DARKEST TIMES SHE TOOK YOU HOME AND GAVE YOU A TASTE OF LOVE AS YOU DANCED WITH THE MOON AND YOU WORSHIP THE PLEASURE AS YOU DANCED WITH THE DEVIL ‘TILL THE BREAK OF DAWN    HER LIPS WERE CALLIN’ HER HIPS WERE SWINGIN’ BLOWN BY HER SIGHT 'COS SHE'S THE SIN SHE'S THE SIN, SHE'S THE SIN SHE SMILES AS YOU CRAVE FOR LUST   SHE WROTE DESIRES ON YOUR BLACKENED MIND YOU SMELL HER SCENT YOU'RE SEEDED WITH SIN HER LIPS WERE CALLIN’ HER HIPS WERE SWINGIN’ BLOWN BY HER SIGHT 'COS SHE'S THE SIN SHE'S THE SIN, SHE'S THE SIN SHE SMILES AS YOU CRAVE FOR LUST
4.
THE ROAD IS MY GIRL I AM A SPARKLE IN SPACE MY GUTS ARE ENGINES MADE OF STEEL MY HEART IS PUMPIN’ GASOLINE YOU KNOW MY FEET ARE SPINNIN’ WHEELS   I’M THE FIRE, I’M THE BEAST I AM A WILD HURRICANE KISSED THE DEVIL IN THE MOUTH AS I BREAK THE SPEED OF SOUND HEAR THE LION ROARIN’ LOUD   HELL AWAITS… FOR THEE AND FOR ME AIN’T NO ROAD LONG ENOUGH THE ASPHALT’S HARSH AND TOUGH MY HAND SLEEPS ON THE CLUTCH WON’T STOP ‘TILL I’M OUTTA GAS THE ENGINE BREATHES FOR LUST   DEATH IS SITTIN’ ON THE BACKSEAT AND THE SCYTHE IS ON MY NECK I KISS THE DEVIL IN THE MOUTH AS I BREAK THE SPEED OF SOUND HEAR THE ENGINE ROARIN’ LOUD   HELL´S FLAMES BURN… CUDDLIN’ ME AIN’T NO ROAD LONG ENOUGH THE ASPHALT’S HARSH AND TOUGH MY SINS ARE RUNNIN’ FAST ‘COS NOW I’M OUT OF GAS MY HEAD SLEEPS ON THE WHEEL THE ENGINE BREATHES FOR LUST
5.
Stargazer 05:13
BORN A THOUSAND YEARS AGO I TRAVELLED TO THE UNIVERS’ CONFINES HORIZONS MADE OF FEATHERS FROM DOVES IT’S BEEN A THOUSAND YEARS’ FROZEN SLEEP   LOST AWAY ALONE AWAKE I COULD MELT INTO DE BLACK AS THE STARS ARE BURNIN’ BRIGHT   LIGHTER THAN THE AIR NEVER TOUCHING FOOT ON SOLID GROUND A THOUGHT BECOMES A MEMORY A VAGUE GHOST FLICKERIN’ AT THE EDGE OF REASON   LOST AWAY I COULD MELT INTO THE BLACK AS THE STARS ARE BURNIN’ BRIGHT
6.
I WAS BORN IN THE COLD, ROSE UP IN SNOW MY HAIR MAY BE GREY BUT I’M NOT WISE ENOUGH RUNNIN’ THROUGH THE WOODS I CAN FEEL THE WARMTH, THINK I SMELL A HOOD AND I START TO HOWL   I WALK MY PATH ALONE, I’M BAD TO THE BONE HEY LIL’ RIDDIN’ HOOD TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME TAINT YOUR LIPS RED, THERE’S NO NEED TO BEG GONNA SWALLOW YOU WHOLE DOWN MY THROAT   AS THE MOONLIGHT’S GONE FEED THE BEAST FOR ONCE   HEAR THE HOUNDS INBOUND THEY FOUND THE SHAME IN ME ROUNDED UP ON A CLIFF BULLETS WON’T FORGIVE   I ALWAYS LOOKED AT HER, SHE’S MY ONLY LOVE I BELONG TO THE LIGHT ABOVE WHICH IN THE DARK BURNS TRUE HOLD ON FOR A WHILE AS I RAISE MY CHIN AGAIN GLOWIN’ IN THE NIGHT HOWL MY LAST BREATH UP TO THE MOON
7.
SHE APPEARED OUT OF THE BLUE DRESSED IN WHITE AND SILENT THE GHOST OF A CURSED SOUL A TALE AS OLD AS MEMORIES THE WHITE LADY HER SPIRIT FADED AWAY LIKE BLOODSTAINS ON WATER THERE ARE PEOPLE SOON TO DIE SHE'S JUST THE ANNOUNCER SHE VANISHES THE WHITE LADY SHE WALKS THE CUTTING EDGE OF TIME AND GAZES IN THE NIGHT THE NIGHT IS GAZING BACK COUNTING SOULS TO BLIGHT HER SPIRIT HAUNTED DEPRIVED FROM ITS REAL NATURE ONCE THE SPELL WAS CASTED IT'S SAID SHE WAS GONE SO LONG AGO IT'S SAID SHE WAS GONE ALONE TO CAST IN THE SHADES OF TIME SOMETIMES YOU GET A GLIMPSE OUT OF THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE JUST FOR AN INSTANT AND IT'S GONE THERE SHE STANDS IN THE THRASHING RAIN CAN YOU HEAR THE SHATTERIN’ GLASS? CAN YOU HEAR IT?
8.
Fading lines 06:16
SHEPHERD ON THE RUN, JUDGEMENT HAS COME TEARDROPS ARE RUNNIN’ THEY’RE PRAYIN’ ON THEIR KNEES TELLIN’ WRITTEN WORDS BUT THE LORD’S EARS ARE DEAF WE’RE ALMOST GONE OUR LIFE IS BLISS   BREATHIN’ STRONG, THE SHEPHERD IS GONE THE SHEEPS LOST THEIR TRAIL, HEAR TRUMPET’S SOUND   THOSE WHO GOT RICH DEALING WITH SOULS FATTEN THE PIGS TRADING WITH DOLLS   FIRE’S BEEN RAINING, BLACK STAINS ON THE SUN SHEPHERD IS GONE   BREATHIN’ STRONG, THE SHEPHERD IS GONE THE SHEEPS LOST THEIR TRAIL, HEAR TRUMPET’S SOUND   NOW YOUR MOUTH IS A DESERT  YOUR BLOOD BEGINS TO DRY AND YOUR MUSCLES ARE WEAKENING  AS YOU PRAY TO SEVEN SKIES   HERE WE ARE MY DEAR FRIEND AND WE’LL KISS THE DEATH AS THE DEVIL AWAKES AND RISES WE HAVE DAMNED OURSELVES WE’RE DOOMED   A COLD SHIVER DOWN THE SPINE AS YOU STEP DOWN ON THE BLUE SCALES WHERE THE SHADES ARE FADING LINES '

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Official release on may 2018.
Online release on january 2019

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released May 26, 2018

Recorded in january 2018 at Axtudio in Barcelona.
Produced by Jorge Mur.
Mixed and mastered by Ax and Jorge Mur.

Artwork by Curse/Gift.
Inner design by Judit M. Torrent

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Torpedo dude Barcelona, Spain

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