And you are still wondering... And you are still wondering how these hands are able to do such things? And you are still wondering how these arms can reach heaven? Become a tree! Limbs like roots. Find this state and defend it at all cost. My skin is cortex, the eyes are thorns. A tree can never back down from a worldly thing. Eat less. Don't move. Even breathe less. "We'll hunt those folks. Old songs don't sing about this, Son. Boiling them alive raw in the haze. We'll hunt every men, women and children as far as the eyes can see." We have heard the hunter from miles but this time we won't go the other way. This time we will fight like trees and never change a bit. "I do not know any God. I need no aim to destroy everything.
This bloodshed is just for me."
[Whenever ones ambitiously erase a culture by sheer force from above is a tragedy in itself. The real victims are the children of a coming age deprived of a lost wisdom, disposed to find their paths to a truth they could call their own in a world marked by forced homogeneity and mediocrity. May the next generations of the hunted find ways of resistance in something that was systematically and mindlessly destroyed and hunted from (their) day one - nature itself. The lyrics of this song were inspired by the politics of Saint Stephen I.]
released June 24, 2012
Practice room demo (recorded, mixed, mastered by Tamás Szántó)
This track is from the split CD with Wolf Shaped Clouds released by Go Away Records