Fated
The third album which keynotes are religion, faith, beliefs of different cultures and finding your own way among all of them. Every song has its own poem and graphic. Fated is: Aboriginal, Cernunnos, Nyx, Fate Mystified and Darkest Year.
Line up:
Jakub Modrzecki - guitars and poems
Jakub Rosiak - bass and poems
Mikołaj Sieńko - drums
Production:
Jakub Modrzecki - recording, mix and mastering
Sylwia Machalica - graphics
Tribal dance,
Around the fire,
Rite begins,
Ignite.
Skin painted,
Eyes dilated,
Muscles flexed.
Sway.
Scar by scar.
Shout by shout,
Step by step,
Immerse.
Spirits of the deceased.
Spirits of the yet unborn.
Gods.
Reveal now!
Speak up!
To the rhythm of the drums,
To the sound of the sparks,
Body shivers,
Sacred trance.
Leave the flesh,
The soul’s muzzle,
Above the ground soar,
Just for a while,
Be everything.
Be everywhere.
Be eternal.
Be the god.
Torquēs, dying warrior
On his wrist, on his knees
Column of carriers
Gods form, death’s lord
Shadow, of horns
Herd of deer Precedes him
Shadows of awe, hope
Nyx, come along.
Let your hair down,
Slip off the robes,
Cover me with wings,
Put your lips closer.
And let the darkness in.
Eyes wide open,
Slowly turn black,
Hands contort,
Breaths quicken,
Bodies intertwine.
Wake your wards,
Demons, nightmares,
Ghosts and vermins arise,
They flow down your tongue,
Straight into me.
Feed my fear,
Bring me tears,
Let me see,
My inner self.
I thought this was my fate
But Lord said ‘blessed is he, who cries, cause he will enter the heaven’
Now I know I’m one of those whose fate’s mystified
I looked days to come
saw my future self
am I satisfied?
or in fight died?
I stand by face of justice
I scrape saved words
it’s not book of eli
just death sentence
darkest hour of the darkest year
one of the field who’s not feel the fear
darkest day of the darkest sin
reconciled of fated