Weightbearer

by Dremenuart

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released October 21, 2014

Weightbearer was recorded during 2012 by Vic Ortega in the Canary Islands, Spain.

Production, recording, mix and master by Vic Ortega.
Vocals recorded by Joseba Bolaños.
Artwork and design by Evelyn Suarez.

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Enrique Rivas - Vocals
VIc Ortega - Guitars
Ser Leeches - Bass
Luis Rodriguez - Drums

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Track Name: Tanning In The Sunset
Cold tacit words quenched the (Sept)embers
The fall of your days, the winter of mine
I rushed to my fears knowing I could only be late
And you welcomed me to your reclining deathbed

Each smile was putting off a tear

You aren't gone but you have to
I'd mourn your absence, yet I die with your departure
The time I didn't find (to be by your side)
Now I have it to say goodbye

Bask in the shade of the values you sowed
Thank you for raising me towards a worthy sun

You aren't gone but you have to
I'd mourn your absence, yet I die with your departure
The time I didn't find (to be by your side)
Now I have it to say goodbye

Good fucking bye

You will forever speak through my voice
Track Name: Rookie Of The Year In The NMA
Move on!
Fresh wounds upon rough scars
Like young rain on top of old slush

Until my dying day I'm healing pain with pain

I am the war-born stubborn dog who lives to bite the leash
That will never find peace
We all enter home through an exit door
Exile is our abode

Ink in our minds, henna in our hearts
Tony wasn't buried when Mr. Ledger was
Paul Rodgers suggests us all
That the show must go (go go go) on

Ink in our minds, henna in our hearts

Fresh wounds upon rough scars
Like a tornado putting out a fire

Until my dying day I'm healing pain with pain

I am the war-born stubborn dog who lives to bite the leash
That will never find peace
We all enter home through an exit door
Exile is our abode
Track Name: One Stab, Two Dead
One edge to bleed me clean
The other to shed my skin

You used a key like a knife
I built a wall out of an aimless drive
I´d rather set Paris alight
Than settle for the Arch Of Trimph of Las Vegas

We are the means to a dead end

Whenever you need an ear
Just remember I wash my hands in your tears

Sink in me!
Sink in my bleeding flood of indifference

I said "you will touch the sky as long as you are on your tiptoes"
But on your knees, do you even get to see the clouds?

You brought this to yourself

An umphatomable emptiness is an understatement:
I hope you give your heart to someone like you

Whenever you need an ear
Just remember I wash my hands in your tears

We are the means to a dead end
You and me, the means to a dead end
Track Name: Friendly Fire
Always there to share your dreams but
Where were you to borrow my nightmares?
I opened my eyes pouring salt
My fiends outnumbered my friends by one

Witness of the fire
Your name is across the deepest wound
You didn't drop the lighter
But you left me there to fucking burn

You are always three songs fucking late
Enjoy your own!

I thought as we smiled through empty glasses
We were together swallowing our curses
Let's toast for the beer 'cause I am drunk off deception

You left me there to fucking burn

As I drowned alone with a crowded stone
I found my true people in Alaska

Silence is all you wil be remembered for
Still you roam in the bottom
Upon death I'll make sure life will blossom

I am looking forward with a heart as big as a graveyard
Track Name: The Four Hoarsemen
Starving just to stay hungry
Dying just to feel alive
Only the pursuit of our dreams
Will keep us awake at night

No stars can be seen from down here
Yet the night never gleamed so sincere

There is always music
Bearing the weight with us
In the jaws of tragedy
We are able to dream at night

This bloodstained paper, a bandage for the soul
These deafening screams, a gag for our own demons

We are bound to the underground
If we ever go up it will be to shut the top down

Upon the neck of Venus we place the head of Samothrace
This is the slaughter of silence!

I'd sooner die fighting the stream
Than live swallowed in the sea

Starving to stay hungry
Dying just to feel alive