PATH

by CVLT OF GRACE

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released March 18, 2013

Recorded,mixed and mastered by Gábor Schulteisz
@ Sonarium Studio, Pécs

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Three piece band from Pécs, Hungary

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Track Name: FIRING SQUAD LOADS AGAIN
Only the wall behind me. Only the silence around me.
A dash of silence, until the firing squad loads again.
I can’t see anything, but I can hear the voice of weapons.
Could it happen again?
I would give my life for one more minute of life.
Until the firing squad loads again.
To die, only because I live.
“I’ve never wanted to born.”
And now, I have to die, because
I am Jewish,
I am gay,
I am a gipsy
I am a political convict.
To die, because I was named somehow,
Still I am only an innocent person.
There’s no caste
no race
no sin,
And still I have to expiate,
Track Name: TORTURE
Blood hands grip the weapons
Thousands of souls stuck to trembling fingers
Your rank gives you pride
But kills feelings in your mind
You see the limbs at night
Torn a part by grenades
A minefield is your destiny
Leading bravely your army.

Cold rain washes your face
Can’t forget your fallen fate
Trying to find a solution for memories
Chased and tormented by ghosts.
You don’t sleep, but aren’t awake,
You see everyone as an enemy.
Can’t do anything to your nightmares,
Tortured by the thought of your own escape
Killing by orders, dying by an order,
Track Name: BLACK SUN
The ground spilts below us
Trees broken by wind above us
Blood runs through the rivers
The sun burns out my eyes

The white snow turns grey
I no longer know this place
You walks among trees
With stuffed foxes and their prey
Plastic flowers give no smell
All is mute
Everyone useless.
Track Name: THE ANARCHIST
I sacrifice myself for one and all
I come forward telling the truth
Bearing witness, as I must, to my experience
I describe my perversion, my immorality, in detail
Listen, they spit on me, trample me, and I don’t give a toss any more

I’m not, unlike you, a mass of defences
You’ll never be worth more than me
You’ll never be more than me
I’m the one who confronts life
I’m the one who confronts truth

A tissue of falsehoods for justifying my failures
Fifty-six ways to camouflage the truth

I am the one...