Hatred. It was accumulating during the whole time. And now it begins to heat my guts in order to awake the beast inside me. Scars, that were accumulating during the whole story, the very scars from the fetters. My body is absolutely covered with them. They hurt so much and they cannot stop blazing. They all yell so loudly and they don't want to dissapear till everyone of them will be avanged for everything they had to go through. Only then, nothing will be left on our hands, bodies and our hearts. Not a single scar. Not even a single thing which would remind about the person and about things done by it. Oh, well, maybe not completely. There will be just the blood drops serving as a remaining. But you see, those drops won't belong to you for sure. And only with having accomplished the most terrible things, we will reach the internal harmony and balance. We will be free till the end. Till the very end. Damn, my mind goes blanked...again...
(Ненависть. Ненависть которая накапливалась на протяжении всего времени, от простой тоски и воспоминаний до возгорания и ярого желания отомстить. Теперь все это разрывает внутренности, чтобы пробраться наружу и пробудить зверя. Шрамы, которые скопились за всю историю, те самые шрамы от оков, которыми было покрыто все тело, так прожигают и не стухают. Каждый из них кричит о том, что уйдут они только тогда, когда месть за них будет воплощенна в жизнь, когда за каждый шрам ответят и поплатятся, посмотрев в глаза гневу и прочувствовав на себе отмщение за то, что с тобой сотворили. И вот тогда на наших руках, теле, сердце не останется ничего, ни единого шрама, что связывает нас с этим человеком и с поступками, которые он творил. На руках останутся только капли крови, не свои. И вот только тогда, совершив все самое ужасное, мы будем спокойны внутри и до конца свободны.)
lyrics
Scars! Оn my hands
Scars! Оn my chest
Never will they fade away
Till I'll wash away
Like a mud on me
Yоur ugly blооd
Ugly blооd
Take them away
It's the price for you to pay
(For how much more
You're gonna stab
It's already too much
Don't you think so? )
Breaking your veins
Tearing your heart
Your filthy soul
Should not be alive
For how much more
You're gonna stab
It's already too much
Don't you think so?
Scars! Оn my hands
Scars! Оn my chest
Never will they fade away
Till I'll wash away
Like a mud on me
Yоur ugly blооd
Ugly blооd
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