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Into Black Visions

by My Own Burial

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1.
Stairs 04:02
STAIRS Going down the stairs of sorrow My body is the only light Step by step I can't see the end. Walking down, down Breaking rat skeletons There are no walls around Only stairs, Step by Step, That never end. Breaking flying mirrors A thousand pieces of me A thousand faces rolling down, rolling down Step by step I can’t see the end
2.
Boiling Rain 03:30
BOILING RAIN The day has come When human beings stand Naked, With broken necks Looking at a red sky With open arms, And big white eyes, Waiting for the boiling rain. A scream, Hysterical dance of dead children. It’s the signal to receive the cure And the sky starts crying Hot tears   And Everyone laughs The boiling rain burns us And Everyone laughs   The flesh melts with the hot mud Leaving the Earth covered in bones Hysterical dance of dead children
3.
FORBIDDEN TALKS Cornered, Closed mouths, Persecuted, Imprisoned, This is the way of living here, Throughout the forests, Spreads the soul of liberty, Throughout the cities, The soul of disobedience, An orgy of forbidden talks Floods the air with rage of freedom. Whispering to the weak, Who walk like zombies, Surgery of reason, To kill with conservative lobotomy, Surgery of reason. Pulling off deep emotions
4.
INSANITY BITES WISDOM I dare not lay down where the cemetery trees grow I wish to conquer sadness with a poisoned piece of you. Blowing out fire breath, seeing a shadow of my past all through fields of thorns I scrape the skin off my hands. Madness is but a puff of freedom Such a long trip to heaven Insanity bites wisdom Born in dungeons, my mind escapes from me dripping blood as winter rain The crumbs of hope that you offer me. Headed to war against our fears that’s the irony. It’s time to murder whispers Shake and tell me, the truth Madness is but a puff of freedom Such a long trip to heaven Insanity bites wisdom
5.
Fresh flesh 03:28
FRESH FLESH In this basement The floor is covered in our blood. I’m crawling to the end of the room Far from the door They come, cut and go. Yesterday they took my legs. Here it’s too cold Mutilated bodies all around . Yesterday they took my arms It’s too cold Death all around. No one wants to die This feeling keeps our flesh fresh. No one wants to die Hope keeps our flesh fresh. In this basement Torn muscles Decorate the place
6.
SLOWLY SWINGS The path is the reason I put my shoulder under your head There’s a lump in his throat. Something slowly swings under the snow They burned the recipe for eternal life We wander as hungry as orphans Holding each other’s hands Feeling the snow eating us. We don't care about the end A black cloud hangs over our prayers It slowly swings Under the snow It slowly swings Under the snow
7.
Harpies 03:29
HARPIES Stand back, dear chosen,  Stand back, little angel,  Diving and dying  In the black sea of repentance Screams bloom in her flags I stay safe on my crazy side  I plead guilty of not killing myself I carry this cross everyday My god has always been Time Leave my head, imaginary friend, Release my spirit Now it’s my turn to play. I can hear the harpies wailing in the mist, I can hear them when you scream at me Stabs of love I feel sick when I hear your voice I plead guilty of not killing myself I carry this cross everyday I plead guilty of not killing myself I carry this cross everyday Screams bloom in her flags I stay safe on my crazy side
8.
UPON THE GRAVE All that remains Is to cry till you drown Upon the grave I sleep beneath the grey tree Suckling on the witch’s teat I leap over the graves In the place I was buried. All that remains Is to cry till you drown Upon the grave You recall our youth, Spirit of lust. A shovel in my hands And seven holes to dig. I climb the mountain of knowledge But I sink in bad thoughts and fall down headless. All that remains Is to cry till you drown Upon the grave
9.
No Sense 04:35
NO SENSE For many years She lowered her gaze She cried in silence With promises of change. His blows no longer hurt His threats do not intimidate her The words fall apart In their own sense. Because there is no sense For so much pain Wasting her time With so much pain. There is no fear There is no other life waiting Watching the days go by Like sand between her fingers She closed her hands And did not let another Minute go by Open the windows Let the light Of fullness in The new tears Will Come from happiness. Open the windows Let the light Of fullness in

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Into Black Visions, by My Own Burial 2019

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released June 28, 2019

All songs, music and lyrics, composed, recorded, mixed and produced by Fernando R. Sendón in SaTantoni Studios Barcelona in 2018.
Mastered Jun 2019.

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My Own Burial Barcelona, Spain

My Own Burial is a coffin that keeps old mental rags, painted with different shades of black ink.

Post Punk & Dark Wave mixed where all the music influences from childhood emerge in a particular sound.

Uruguay and Barcelona/Spain
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