crosbhealach / kozit muileann [SPLIT]

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released July 25, 2016

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Hiazm Russian Federation

Hiazm is Ostiarii Wakim' one man band from the South, though from the south of Russia. He creates and records dirty, hissing and heavy sludge in his underground studio.

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Track Name: crosbhealach - tá saol soith
Darkness is seeping through the walls of my room,
Shadows are creeping in the gathering gloom,
Sunset is fading, daylight is gone,
I’m all alone in my temple of bones,
Moon rises high and the stars come along,
My soul grows cold like a moldy tombstone,
I’ve been here too long and it feels all wrong,
I step to the window to see what’s goin’ on,
Handsome boy and beautiful girl
Kiss in the street, dead to the world,
In five years he’s a hideous junkie creep,
And she’s a dirty slut with a cunt mile deep
The world keeps turning,
My fire’s still burning
Life is a bitch – it hits you hard,
You’ve got a new stitch – stay on your guard,
Life is a whore – it cheats on you,
Just like before – you’ll make it through

Everyone tries to rise to paradise
For a price of some lies and a pair of dice,
Everyone tries to be someone these days,
But a race of faceless no-ones has taken their place,
Disgrace doesn’t scare anyone anymore
When the race against time is outside the door,
Hardcore civic position and network connection
Win you the affection of human infection,
The brainless trash that you call society
Spreads like a rash of disgusting variety,
Anxiety is building up like pus in a gashing wound,
We need a breath of fresh night wind sent by the Mistress Moon

A fire is burning in the depth of my soul,
A vile thing yearning to be in control,
Every passing mile smiles at me like death
And I ask myself why I’m still drawing breath,
But I keep on going down this terrible road,
Hauling this mauling unbearable load,
The wind is blowing and lightning glows red,
Maybe they forgot to tell me I was already dead,
Step too close to the flame and you will get scorched,
‘Cause this fucking life is a lame ugly whore,
You played with knives and got a fresh stitch
And soon you’ll get another ‘cause life is a bitch