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'Soma | Sema' is the debut full-length album of German doom metal band Brocken released in 2020.
01 Bulwarks Of Canvas 0:00
02 Wither In Denial 10:14
03 Wide Awake 19:00
04 The Castle 29:21
https://brocken.bandcamp.com/album/soma-sema
https://www.facebook.com/brockendoom
https://soundcloud.com/brockendoom/sets/demo?
info@brocken-doom.de
LYRICS:
01 Bulwarks Of Canvas 0:00
\"It is changing, unlike me. Projected, then painted. Peeling myself upon the sheet until my fingers fainted. Until the brush will loose all it's hair, turning itself into a club, to carve in my skull as a source of new colours.
Bulwarks of canvas, layers of paint, hardened, encrusted until a point, your shattered upon attempting to break it. You've made them, you know you will never make it. Your Picture is fine, looked upon in the absence of light. Blindfolded I function, with full sight I die.
By putting in everything you have, but ask for nothing in return, when to be in control seems right, 'cause all you ever do, is killing your sleeping dogs at night, though it's you who's not awake. Once on the road to my new home, I knew, the entry has got rejected.
Bulwarks of canvas, layers of paint, hardened, encrusted until a point, your shattered upon attempting to break it. You've made them, you know you will never make it. Your Picture is fine, looked upon in the absence of light. Blindfolded I function, with full sight I die.
Bulwarks of canvas towering here. Armoured with layers of colors and layers of me. To paint aesthetic wise, hide every stroke, for noone wants to see the atlas of your life. Put into senseless skin, as the poison encouraged my hand.
Line by line, with every stroke of paint the walls are tightened around me\"
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02 Wither In Denial 10:14
\"What I saw – not in others, fiercely missing any time. I'm trying to observe the banter – lost within the ego's time. Buried by hands so arrogant, making obvious signs. Foundation of false lucidity, which in the end shall always wither in denial.
Out of the many voices, claiming to know it all, the silent one I'm choosing. One with nothing, one with all.
Even if the eye turns out to be a dull tool for the task, I'll take my chance and watch the ceiling and the walls, all things made by man and meaning.
The absence of things and want could not make me anything but whole.
For there is nothing left to understand.
I had to gaze upon material moving, sounds send into time, transformation and growth.
Lumps of carbon that interact more obvious than others. Though connected purposeless.
One thing I've never seen, nor hardly could comprehend. The absence of value and meaning. Either the higher state does not exist or it just got lost. Within the ego of the I another time\"
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03 Wide Awake 19:00
\"Wide awake, with lidless eyes, I am. Spending my nights, baring in mind. The wicked prayers diving, as consequence of sleep, under my hair lies the quiet keep.
For I have gazed when I was young. Lightless temples high and wide, feasts in the sky.
A dimwit with pertly hands fishing in the sea of men.
For I have gazed, I was young feasts in the sky.
If they only had seen what I saw before. If they only had known, what I knew before.
Wide awake, with lidless eyes, I am. Those offering freely, it grabs and gorges limp by limp. Wide awake, with lidless eyes, I'm watching it proceed. In my tower of song, within my humming skull.
For I have gazed when I was young. Lightless temples high and wide, feasts in the sky.
A dimwit with pertly hands fishing in the sea of men.
My mind is a fortress, backbone a sword which no demagogue of our time will ever pull out.
For I have gazed, for I have gazed when I was young: A floating throne that shouldn't be and greedy hands. A harvest coming for those who believe. In solitude I shield myself in waking clarity, for I know it's always been the thinking ones, the thinkings ones that it can't eat\"
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04 The Castle 29:21
\"Dirges for fall where poured, from high grounds, where people reside. I can not imagine to have a conscience for years end cold. Mountain tops supremely reign, pawns were placed to be swallowed by the earth any time they feel a need.
Without a doubt, the ones below, quite willing to provide the least for me.
This humble walls now shelter me, from a coming winter, everyone so dearly fears.
With luxurious halls and walls formed by sturdy hands ultimately it is destined to crumble unto me.
Between their legs and their lives I life, as they may never see me as one of them, only a dream lives with me. And we pine together for an audience with the people whom I believe to be crudely like us but also not\"
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