“Three Days in Hell (Gettysburg Inferno)” detonates as the second single of Six Days to Die, a record forged fully in blood. The Battle of Gettysburg was a three-day battle in the American Civil War, which was fought between the Union and Confederate armies between July 1 and July 3, 1863, in and around Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. The battle, won by the Union, is widely considered the Civil War's turning point, leading to an ultimate victory of the Union and the preservation of the nation. The Battle of Gettysburg was the bloodiest battle of both the Civil War and of any battle in American military history, claiming over 50,000 combined casualties. Union Major General George Meade's Army of the Potomac defeated attacks by Confederate General Robert E. Lee's Army of Northern Virginia, halting Lee's invasion of the North and forcing his retreat.

“Three Days in Hell (Gettysburg Inferno)” sets the tone for Six Days to Die — six tracks of bloodshed and destruction.

Three Days in Hell (Gettysburg Inferno)

Desce um cometa do céu
Se desencadeia uma bomba
O chão geme e estremece 
O círculo se abre como boca de vulcão 

Este é o templo do fogo.
Aqui sou como um deus antigo.
Aqui sou como um anjo solto
Minha auréola incendeia
Minha espada flameja.
Línguas se queimam 

Toda covardia e fraqueza
em faísca se desfazem,
Queimam a tristeza
E suas cinzas jazem

Meus quadris sentem a potência .
Meus pés encontram um acelerador
À força de mil cavalos
Saia da minha frente
Agora!

Eu sou o calor do ferreiro,
sou o grito do vulcão,
sou a cólera do guerreiro,
sou a luz da combustão.

Sou faísca, sou forja, sou lume,
sou desejo que arde e assume.
Sou o fogo que cozinha e consome,
Sou oferenda, sou incenso e perfume.

Sou fogueira que dança na noite,
sou o raio que rasga o céu.
Transmuto a dor em metal e ouro,
sou o calor que rasga o véu.

Ascenda tua luz,
Queime teu medo,
Arda conosco
no fogo do desejo.

Invocação do Fogo

This album digs deep — straight into the dark, ugly corners of what it means to be human. It’s not just music. It’s an autopsy of the mind — tearing open the layers of sanity, fear, obsession, and decay to see what’s really festering underneath.

It’s about the sick joke of progress — how we build faster, think smarter, and still destroy everything we touch. We’ve learned to control machines but not ourselves. It’s a mirror held up to everything we’ve become: fractured, addicted, lost inside the noise we created.

Underneath all the polish and the fake perfection, we’re still animals — scared, violent, hungry for meaning. This record is about that collision: the primal instincts fighting against the world we built to hide them.

It’s also about how connection has died. We scroll, we consume, we perform — but we don’t feel. We’re desperate to be seen in a world that’s gone completely blind.

Psychologically, it’s a dive into madness — into obsession, trauma, addiction, and self-destruction. The mind as both the cage and the battlefield. Salvation and ruin bleeding into each other until you can’t tell them apart.

Like Chaplin said: “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.”
This album is that paradox — a soundtrack to the chaos of evolution without direction.

It’s not a sermon or a cry for help. It’s a confrontation.
A reminder that the rot isn’t out there — it’s inside.

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitars: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums: Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Flamenco Guitar: Raffaela Espinosa
Koto, Taishōgoto & Shamisen: Noriko Mori

Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

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