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1.
Крики птиц в небе грязного мира Тихий шепот детей никому никогда ничего не простит Сгорая на одре серых дней реальности, мысли по земле Кусками тленной плоти осенних листьев В крематории действительности серый пепел прошлой жизни Развеян по берегу мертвых трясин времени Меняя слова местами, разменивая гнев на милость В мирах параллельно далеких терялись и находились Меняя местами жизни, в памяти искажения Теперь, рисуя кровь, превращаешь в вечность мгновения Police our ways, they police our struggle They police the movement of these tainted hands that tear us apart Air. the air is freezing When we run with bare feet When we have nowhere to hide There will be nothing at all Это твое место в мире молчания Заперевшись в своих прошлых мечтах ты не услышишь мой голос.
2.
Jan Mayen 06:31
Рисуя в душе небо в тёмно-серых тонах плотной дымкой Покрывшее спящие города, опускаясь на землю Потоком, потоком свинцовых вод, превращая нас в Цветы, слабые как тонкие руки, неспособные коснуться Друг друга в попытках найти солнце на собранных из Пепла руинах, корчась от холода: Жизньбольрадостьмиглюбовьненавистьстрахкрик Немая ложь строками режущими гортань, разрывая Пустоту между нами, оставляла рубцы на теле *Lately, I’ve become accustomed to the way The ground opens up and envelopes me Each time I go out to walk the dog. Or the broad edged silly music the wind Makes when I run for a bus… Things have come to that. And now, each night I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when they will not come to be counted, I count the holes they leave. Nobody sings anymore. And then last night I tiptoed up To my daughter’s room and heard her Talking to someone, and when I opened The door, there was no one there… Only she on her knees, peeking into. Her own clasped hands. (Amiri Baraka, "Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note").
3.
Untitled 01:13
Instrumental.
4.
Sable 05:53
Throwing your arms back in the day Throwing your arms around me And dreaming as my image is fading away The pupil, now the dead The nestling, now the predator I've become the worst of your nightmares I've embodied your fears Time is blurring our beliefs, time is disorienting As we night each other's days As we night them away Words have lost their sense Words are stuck in your head You failed.
5.
Redonda 08:01
Silence is repeating in vain The machine is screaming: “My little prince, these gears are breaking You’re so high on your throne But to my disabled mind This fear is not enough”. THIS FEAR IS NOT ENOUGH. Written in the plan It was written on that paper My legs are clinging onto your head But you’ll get used to it I promise you You will make it I promise you I promise, i promise you Trying to hold until the end And turning away from your friends You hear the voices but you are not spoken to Drowning down again Drowning down alone again, alone again You hear the voices but you are not spoken to Silent.

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The first and last full-length of a neocrust/post-metal band Preface to the Dead Sea featuring members of Namatjira from Tula, Russia. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Denis Nedorezov at D-Studio. Artwork by Masha Chёrnaya.

Artist: Preface to the Dead Sea
Title: S/T
Format: CD
Edition: 513 copies
Catalogue Number: RAT020
Release Date: 24.09.2010
Price: 130rub

Tracklist:
1. Novaya Zemlya
2. Jan Mayen
3. Untitled
4. Sable
5. Redonda

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released September 24, 2010

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