Insane energy in that scream, feels unchained.

This not metal , but Is good the voice Is very brutal

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She Died On Halloween

Beyond & Before Music presents "Roots In The Wind" - the original soundtrack to Book 1 of the novel "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land") by Frank Talmon l'Armée.

Immerse yourself in the evocative soundscapes of "Roots In The Wind," a musical journey that mirrors the emotional tapestry of the novel. This album captures the essence of a family's life in East Prussia on the brink of World War II, as seen through the eyes of young Inge.

From the idyllic landscapes of their farm, Gut Gallitten, to the looming shadows of war, each track reflects the innocence of childhood, the growing unease, and the ultimate disruption of their peaceful existence. The music blends elements of indie, folk, and pop with orchestral arrangements, creating a rich and moving listening experience.

These tracks have been meticulously rearranged, and completely remastered using LANDR's mastering services to achieve optimal sound quality for digital distribution.

"Roots In The Wind" is more than just a soundtrack; it's a sonic exploration of hope, loss, resilience, and the enduring bonds of family. It's a testament to the power of music to transport us to another time and place, allowing us to connect with the characters and their struggles on a deeply emotional level.

Experience the world of "Hinter uns das Land" through its music. Listen to "Roots In The Wind" now and embark on a journey you won't soon forget.

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06 - In The Stillness Of Winter (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

Haze of Time

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Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

Business As Usual

Everything is fine
until you speak

They raised the flag, they lit the torch
they swore the words were free
But every time a tongue gets scorched
I hear the lock turn on the key

We all chant "Say what you want!" at the rally
until the echo rattles back through the alley
Freedom's cheap when it's your own creed
but your neighbor's truth feels like a weed

You clap for voices that sing your song
but plug your ears when they prove you wrong

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They'll frame your words on a courtroom wall
but whisper "Censor him" down the hall
Heroes of principle, fists held high
until your sentence crosses their sky

The saints, the critics, the kings of the stage
they write their sermons and call it courage
But when a word strikes too close to home
suddenly silence becomes their throne

Do you want truth
or just a mirror?
Do you want freedom
or something nearer?
A cage with your anthem carved in stone
but bars that slam when it's not your own!

Every tongue's a loaded gun
but only yours is aimed for fun

You want the right to shout
but not the right to doubt
Freedom of speech
until you speak
You'll fight for the megaphone
until it cuts your bone
Freedom of speech
until you speak

They said the words were free
but every word has a fee

Until You Speak

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