This 6-panel Digipak CD features gorgeous, hand-drawn vertical panorama cover artwork by Alice Duke, full-color on-disk design, and a lush 12-page booklet containing extensive lyrics and liner notes. The music was lovingly tracked live to analog tape by producer Justin Weis. Cormorant are 100% independent, so all proceeds from this webstore go directly back into funding the band and its music.
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lyrics
Meadows of the Motherland,
your farmer’s ashes sown
by fallen stars,
bear mankind another strand
of unearthly dreamings grown
from earthly scars.
“Killers all!” he cried,
flames clawing at his throat
through melted fore.
Hands jut from stygian tide
upon the ferryman’s boat,
dashed on the shore.
Shrieks of the atmosphere
deafened the engineer,
vessel now commandeered
by twisted chute.
Thoughts to his warnings spurned,
promised a safe return,
Brezhnev’s plan unconcerned
by wild fears
voiced by a mute.
Call
to grieving wife,
family left below.
Government strife:
father in
thrall.
His daughter’s grin
while playing in the snow.
Solar panels
undeployed.
Radio channels,
lost in void.
Foretold to fail,
rode on a stallion pale.
Orbit nineteen,
ordered home.
Blue and the green,
roads to Rome.
Orientation
from the sun,
ion propulsion
manually run.
Halt
the second launch,
thunder from the squall.
Future blood staunched,
rain’s blessed
fault:
three crewmen spared
their companion’s fall.
The calm of space.
Aurora Borealis,
fire of spirits passed,
to cleanse of human malice
man’s rise into the vast.
Burn, burn the ties that bind
mortals to this terrene rind.
Yearn, yearn to part the skies,
upon an ark of sullen eyes.
He cursed the dust
that bore him
-- screaming --
bastard child abandoned to the clouds.
“Compost for the Kremlin Wall,
fed to blooms on Lenin’s grave…
Marvel as we heroes crawl
to our deaths so brave!”
said Yuri to solemn friend.
“Soyuz will be a martyr’s end.”
“You cannot die in my stead,”
he replied. “You bring the Moon.”
He turned, hiding tears he’d shed,
and walked to his tomb.
Gagarin unsheathed his cross,
and prayed to sway a brother’s loss.
This too shall pass.
In bygone meadows of the Motherland
a laborer boy studies planes gone by.
The unearthly dreamings of a farmhand
to pluck the planets from a fertile sky.
supported by 190 fans who also own “Unearthly Dreamings”
I dig this album so much, definitely a keeper. Subtly and masterfully mixing death metal subgenres, backed with an over the top production. They're true professionals. Can't wait for their next release! doive
supported by 189 fans who also own “Unearthly Dreamings”
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu