Name: The Trumpets have been blown by Voice of No-One
Duration: 3 min 59 s
Description: This is a 1990's style heavy metal song about the second coming of Yeshua Hamashiach.

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Estilo: Hip-hop #Trap 📻
Letra/Lyrics: J.Ce
Voz / Vocals: J.Ce
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L u a

All the Same

This is a 1990's style heavy metal song about the second coming of Yeshua Hamashiach.

The Trumpets have been blown

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TRACK: "Run Through the Fire, Climb Over the Dead"

A sonic war relic from the novel "Behind Us the Land" – fusing post-industrial brutality with raw rap storytelling to score the Feyerabend family's 1945 escape.

Sound:

Bass as Trauma Pulse: Switches between 808-like dread and metallic shrieks (like Stuka sirens)

Drums as Death March: Snare hits mimic MG42 bursts, kicks echo refugee footsteps

Rap DNA: Half-sung verses morph into typical Rap flows (think Clipping. meets Protomartyr)

Archaeological Sounds: Authentic WWII bomb impacts, Danzig's cobblestones cracking

"Post-rock's despair meets rap's urgency – my mother's diaries ('...and then the guns fell silent') spat back as survival rhymes over collapsing basslines."

For fans of:

The Body's bass-driven doom with Billy Woods' historical lyricism

Godspeed You! Black Emperor scoring a war documentary

Music that doesn't entertain – it testifies

📖 Soundtrack to the novel "Behind Us the Land"
🎤 Lyrics sourced from my mother's survival diaries

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TRACK: "Run Through the Fire, Climb Over the Dead"

Ein klangliches Kriegsrelikt aus dem Roman "Hinter uns dem Land" – verschmilzt post-industrielle Wucht mit Rap-Erzählkraft zur Vertonung von Flucht 1945.

Sound:

Bass als Trauma-Puls: Pendelt zwischen 808-Drohnen und Stuka-Sirenen-Schreien

Schlagzeug als Todesmarsch: Snares wie MG42-Salven, Kicks wie Flüchtlingsschritte

Rap-Einfluss: Zeilen im typischen Rap-Stil (zwischen Audio88 und Author & Punisher)

Sound-Archäologie: Echte Bombeneinschläge, splitterndes Danziger Pflaster

"Post-Rock-Verzweiflung trifft Rap's Dringlichkeit – meine Mutter's Tagebücher ('...und dann schwiegen die Waffen') als Überlebens-Reime über kollabierenden Basslinien."

Für Fans von:

Swans mit der lyrischen Wucht von Haftbefehl

Einstürzende Neubauten vertonen ein Geschichtsbuch

Musik, die nicht unterhält – sondern bezeugt

📖 Soundtrack zum Roman "Hinter uns das Land"
🎤 Textfragmente aus den Flucht-Tagebüchern meiner Mutter

Run Through The Fire, Climb Over The Dead

Tenderness

How Can I Be

played me interlude (p. Boi Yanel)

Papa Johnstone

Sunday, I dream of purple skies 
That embrasses slowly my eyes.
It's covering the deepest seas. 
The birds around would be so pleased.

The sun would shine eternally. 
It would warm me so peacefully.
I guess you'd be at home with me 
And you would smile watching the bees. 

Sunday I dream of somewhere else
That doesn’t exist for real I guess
But in my mind its so intense
That I start here to perform a dance

A sea lion sings the country.
And to my ears, it's so lovely.
You come back home flying with me.
The birds around wonder what they see.

The rain would pour over my head 
Without freezing you in the bed
I guess you'd be at home with me 
And you would smile watching the bees. 

Sunday I dream of somewhere else
That doesn’t exist for real I guess
But in my mind its so intense
That I start here to perform a dance



Sunday, I Dream

Artist working with Guitar and Amp simulators and A.I.

The Trumpets have been blown

Voice of No-One

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