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Hail, oh dying race!
In the zoo, made of clay, highly favored
In the zoo, fear not the wind
cast upon thee ’cause you’ve overshadowed time
Leave your rubbles on the earth
There’s no turning back to witness the fear
There’s no way or will
Teach me to forget my days, my dreams, my past
There’s no turning back to what you leave
your rubbles on the earth!
Spreading my wings, the storm won’t let me fall
The distant cold illusion is spreading my wings
The great collapse, its aura
Feel the divine, burn your hands against lava
The storm won’t let me fall!
I’ve lived the dream, I’ve seen uniqueness
Contemplate, no dance will take me home
Distant thunders and a trembling hand
Eternal mystery revealed never to the lambs
I sink in the vortex of sand
Am I here for the departure of grace?
Revolution time is now, is the latter day for living dead:
The distance, the light, the cold of the illusion of
The eye will see, my wings as they disgust me
There is no hope!
No lesson learned, the medium is the disease
Far from redemption, futile will
Obscure by clouds
1 Ages Die 6.46
2 Sub Specie Aeternitatis 4.20
3 Passages 7.28
4 Angel Of Revolution 5.51
5 Feeding Off The Blind 5.00
6 When Flesh Unfolds 3.29
7 Messianica 3.46
8 Future In Red 5.12
9 Embodiment Of Chaos (Sinister cover) 6.11
“ Stefano Morabito and his 16th Cellar Studio set up a new standard with the production of Adveniens,” he continues. “Never before has our sound reached such a level of uncompromising intensity without sounding forced or overproduced. The maniacal efforts made to perfect every single drum beat, vocal line and guitar chord almost caused a nervous breakdown but it truly paid off.”
“The entire album is a reflection on history and time, on the succession of futile ages, on the role of the poet as soothsayer and witness of the winds of time erasing each one of these ages from the face of the earth. A reflection on Walter Benjamin predicting the ‘adveniens’ of David Cronenberg, on Professor O’Blivion predicting an era when ‘all of us will have special names.’ Adveniens is a violent reflection on art.”