Madre enferma, cuánta impotencia...
Olvidan tus hijos quién les dio la vida.
No hay plaga que deje herencia tan negra,
veneno en el aire, estéril la tierra.
Pagarán todo el daño que han hecho;
pagarán con su propio pellejo.
Sentirán la opresión en el pecho;
morirán como mataron ellos,
y se arrastrarán por el desierto
buscando un lugar que no sea
un infierno.
Madre enferma, la hora se acerca.
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Magna Mater
Sick mother, what helplessness...
Your sons forget who gave them their life.
There's no plague that leaves
such a doomed legacy,
poison in the air, all wasted the land.
They shall pay for all the harm they've caused;
they shall pay with their own skin.
They shall feel the tightness in the chest;
they shall die the same way they killed,
and they shall crawl by the desert
searching for somewhere that is not a hell.
Insanely heavy hardcore which crashes around your head for days,severe impact to audio senses from tortured screams of pure heavy vocals,definitely not for the faint hearted. Fantastic band,passionate album FFO Birds in Row,Portrayal of Guilt and Cara Neir Darknight
Hearing the songs while reading the narrative behind the lyrics, I felt overwhelmed by this tragic story in which humans and artificial intelligence couldn't coexist side by side. Their reciprocal annihilation was inevitable. Except one "sole survivor, in a ship filled with memories. She had become the proof of Earth, proof that life had existed there, a voice for all the species and beauty we once knew". A dystopian concept dressed up in brilliant musicianship! @Slevin, thanks, I owe it to you! Umbra Cornuta