Lonely wanderer
On the trail of the Sun, below the hills
With these still broken hands
I thank all
For my long and hard journey
Nomad of the ancient worlds
That still burn below the blue ice
Heading north
My guide away
With your blanket over my head
White trail
Can you smell the wind?
Hear the stone?
Or feel the earth?
The real touch of rain on your face?
The mist around your skin?
I'm in every part of it
This panorama around you
It's me
All the cosmic dust
Water or land
The fire that brings answers
The ice that teaches you
Many do not feel
Or see the true Sun
Because all this darkness has blinded them
Look at you, in a shell, weak and blind
The Sun was swallowed up by its weaknesses
But it is still there
Search for your horizon
Search for the answers in your death in life
All this emptiness made me die
And be born
Below the real sun
On the other side
I relive in my death
36 choice cuts - one from each 2015 LP, plus music from new signings on the mighty and 25-years-strong Relapse label. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2015