Hybrid Creation

by PRAESEPE

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A king of this waste pit, You are what you eat, So full of yourself While bathing in shit. You satiate your eyes, With piles of lies They are all but yours! This pigpen – your prise! Bearing the cowshed crown Proudly you squek, From dusk till dawn, You spit on the weak. Crawl! Crawl! CRAWL! (1:56) Guitar Solo 1 - Dominik Gryżboń Bearing the cowshed crown Proudly you squek, From dusk till dawn, You spit on the weak. You stand proud and strong, Corrupt to the bone, You shed not one tear, That you're all alone. Crawl shall these worms, For them you're a god, They live but to serve, Whenever you nod. You torment those runts impatiently cough Expecting them servants To refill your trough. Crawl! Crawl! CRAWL! (3:57) Guitar Solo 2 - Andrzej Komarek Bearing the cowshed crown Proudly you squek, From dusk till dawn, You spit on the weak.
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"Fragrance Of Old" (1:44) Lead - Andrzej Komarek I call thee, my thirsty demons! Can the surging sea, tear my heart from thee? Can distant dwelling drain The ancestral blood that warms my veins? Isle, of my Fathers! hear the filial song Of him, whose sources only to thou belong! By the mighty hand was carved from the land I call thee, my thirsty demons! Can the surging sea, tear my heart from thee? (3:58) Lead - Andrzej Komarek Can distant dwelling drain The ancestral blood that warms my veins? Isle of my Fathers! hear the filial song Of him, whose sources only to thou belong! By the mighty hand was carved from the land Thy matchless sons The foundation laid Thy matchless arts The nation made Hail! Pale shades Their tombs are crumbling in the desert around, Whilst I, across the sea, but dream of that sound that used to be truth in the elder days Return, Sweet Vision! Allow me again Be when we all were more than a wind of pain and despair Can this be dreaming? Must my eyelids close That I may catch the fragrance of the rose?
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Inamorata 06:56
"Inamorata" Come forth, rich in cruelty, God's tiger, fine atrocity! My wallowing in your foretop storm Remains my deepest urge. My sore head I wish to bury In your dresses, so full of your stench To breathe in, as a flower in agony, The sweet smell of a rotten love. I wish to sleep! I value dreams above life. In a dream that is death's sweetest presage I shall cover your copper body In kisses of admiration and desire. Your bed's depths only Can drain my moans and sighs. I shall suckle to drown my harms, Wolfsbane and hemlock juice From your nipples, sharp, narcoting, From the breast that has never Welcomed heart... My sore head I wish to bury In your dresses, so full of your stench To breathe in, as a flower in agony, The sweet smell of a rotten love. I wish to sleep! I value dreams above life. In a dream that is death's sweetest presage I shall cover your copper body In kisses of admiration and desire. Thy lips' forgetfullnes offering, which I wish to feast upon. I shall suckle to drown my harms, Wolfsbane and hemlock juice From your nipples, sharp, narcoting, From the breast that has never Welcomed heart...
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Weakness 06:30
"Weakness" Drained Stucked In the traffic lights Cold as ice Look no further This is it Guitar Solo 1 - Andrzej Komarek It's been so long Maybe too long A grim joke Nobody gets this Guitar Solo 2 - Destroyer So far away I'm still reaching out Why should I leave when it doesn’t feel right Getting to the point of no turning back My very last breath Will go through your lungs Then came the night Shadows fall Last lonley hours Dying source Was it just a dream? I'll never know Way up high Down below Laid flower Set on fire What would be your last wish? Unbroken heart or Mourning palace Guitar Solo 3 - Dominik Gryżboń It's been so long maybe to long a grim joke nobody gets this Guitar Solo 4 - Dominik Gryżboń
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"Chain Caterpillar" Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky Crushes a mind given as pray For the evil-eyed boredom's feast Flaunts beside the mist shade, A grey luminescence, Day's light debased More than a night's grave The soil formed to a moist cell, From where hope flees, this timid beast, Like a bat hitting the vault Wrecks shiftlessly against a moldy wall The bells will toll in furious anger. Like a ponderous lead hull, the sky Crushes a mind given as pray For the evil-eyed boredom's feast Flaunts beside the mist shade... In my soul a burial with no orchestra crawls In decomposing silence, only hope yawns And a dreadful anguish The bells will toll in furious anger. Lead - Kamil Jakubowski
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"Great Silence" Absorbed in own thoughts We breathing of stigma existence Thoughtfully in the silence of lonely wanderings Having the key to part of the truth We breathe quietly Monotonous pace, we go further Cortege towards the infinite path Dried, weathered Dirty and sweaty Malodorous of life Effort degraded Overwhelmed Flooding into the mud Humiliated We keep a book of our superstitions We weep in solitude Harmonic discord fooled Impetuous stream we're flowing Cradled his melody Purified and immaculate Odorous of death Solaced by calm Persevered Emerge Raised Following the freedom Silently singing sorrowful song Stunned melody of nature
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Here And Now 08:46
"Here And Now" Here And Now There's No Boundaries Here And Now Only Flesh And Bones Here And Now No Illusions Nothing Happens For A Reason At All One Time We Where Children Of God Here And Now There's No Glory Here And Now Only Filthy Soil Here And Now No Illusions Nothing Happens For A Reason At All One Time We Were Children Of God On The Fields Of Blood At The Great White Gates But Now Take My Hand Lead Me To The Unknown End Here And Now There's No Boundaries Here And Now Only Flesh And Bones Here And Now No Illusions Nothing Happens For A Reason At All One Time We Were Children Of God On The Fields Of Blood At The Great White Gates But Now Take My Hand Lead Me To The Unknown End Here And Now...

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“They’ve promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.” - Oscar Wilde

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released November 30, 2012

Live Line Up:
Andrzej Komarek - guitars
Balcer - drums & percussion
Dominik Gryżboń - guitars
Przemysław Kajnat - vocals & bass

Recording Session Line Up
Andrzej Komarek - all guitars, arrangements, bass in: „Mars, The Bringer Of War”, „Fragrance Of Old”, „Weakness”
Dominik Gryżboń - guitar solo
Przemysław Kajnat - vocals & arrangements
Marcin “Talar” Tatar - drums & percussion arrangements, midi programming
Marcin „Vraath” Majewski - bass in: „Lord Of The Waste”, „Inamorata”, „Chain Caterpillar”, „Great Silence”, „Here And Now”

Special Guests:
Konrad „Destroyer” Ramotowski - guitar solo in „Weakness”
Paweł Kucypera - special sound effects in: „Fragrance Of Old”, „Inamorata”, „Weakness”
Piotr Rokosz - Keyboards in: „Mars, The Bringer Of War”, „Fragrance Of Old”, „Inamorata”, „Chain Caterpillar”
Sławomir Ćwiękała - guitar solo in „Mars, The Bringer Of War”

All music by PRAESEPE, except “Mars, the Bringer of War” - Gustav Holst & PRAESEPE
Lyrics by Przemysław Kajnat, Paweł Kucypera, Dariusz Bielesz

Recorded, mixed & mastered 2011-2012 London U.K.
Mixed & Mastered by Widek Records, Gdynia, Poland
Produced by Widek (www.widekrecords.com)
Vocals recorded at Posato Production (www.posatoproduction.com), London, U.K.

Layout by Andrzej Komarek & Ewa Małgorzata Lachowicz
Band photos & background photos by Ewa Małgorzata Lachowicz (www.ewalachowicz.com)
Logo Concept by Mateusz Ługowski, Lisa Jonsson and Andrzej Komarek
Name “PRAESEPE” by astronomical master Mateusz Jurecki

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