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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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Track Name: Novaya Zemlya
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.
Track Name: Jan Mayen
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").
Track Name: Untitled
Instrumental.
Track Name: Sable
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.
Track Name: Redonda
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.