Greed instead of good faith? Will this one lead us to the end? Or we gonna find a way to overcome our weakness and start to cooparate for the greater purpose than income!
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released March 31, 2023

Distribiution - BRN Records 2023. All Rights Resverd.
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Main artist: Over The Sacrifice
Marek Skałka - vocalist (PL)
Tomasz Książczak - Drummer (PL)
Tomasz Trojanowski - Guitarist (PL)
Adrian Szatanik - Guitarist (PL)
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Recordings and premixing - Riffresh Studio (part of BRN Records Label) (PL)
Mix & Master - Saturation Sound (CA)

First Seal Broken

11th Commandment

MOITIÉ ÉTERNELLE, une chanson pour tous les couples qui s'aiment et se supportent dans les bons et mauvais moments.

"MOITIÉ ÉTERNELLE", a song for all couples who love and support each other in good and bad times.

5 VOIX

Moitié éternelle

Moitié Éternelle

Plates version acustica: Gustavo Daniel Laino.

With his eyes on fire and his heart ablaze, 
He goes looking for the flavor of his younger days.
Locked in a battle with the demon, time
He's an unfinished poem searching for a rhyme.
 As his life starts to unfold he questions why. 
“Am I doomed to just grow old and die?”

So he arms himself with an M.B.A.
BMW and PTA.
Over barbecue grills he poetically waxes
How he avoided paying income taxes.
His  ambitions starts a’gnawing his insides.
He’s so busy he can’t hear the voices cry.

You gotta live, you gotta try. You gotta soar, you gotta fly.
You gotta hope, you gotta pray. 
You gotta lend a helping hand to your brother every day. You gotta live.
 
 She’s climbing fast on the corporate ladder,
 If someone’s hurt, what does it matter?
And the motto she holds oh, so dear.
“Feel no mercy, show no fear.”
There’s no question that she’s gonna reach the  top,
But the question is, does   she know when to stop?

You gotta live, you gotta try. You gotta soar, you gotta fly.
You gotta hope, you gotta pray. 
You gotta lend a helping hand to your brother every day. You gotta live.
You gotta win, you gotta lose.  
You gotta make a lotta choices, and knowing when you choose,
You gotta smile through it all, ‘cause your
Family, they all need you, need you standing straight and tall. You gotta live.

You Gotta Live

Lyrics:

Peaceful mind, calm waves
Content serenity
Seclusion suits me, no storm takes me by surprise

It’s just a small thrill when the lights go dim
But a presence lights the room
I’ll just bite my tongue, but I’ll get my fill
When a smile lights up the room (2x)

(All trouble fades away when a brightness fills the room
My sorrow fades away when a light brightens the room
No grimness, spite or fear will take his brightness from the room
He smiles and teases, says: can’t take my lightness from the room) (repeat ad nauseam)





Presence
Copyright 2024

Presence

SE QUEDARÁ POCO MÁS

https://youtu.be/Q1ReOgbdKi8

"Y este te dije que levantaba la piedra,
para allá donde están árboles,
para allá en la esquina levantaba la piedra,
y ansina na'má, te dije".

Principia la superficie,
se quedará poco más,
será invulnerable si el cielo está destruyendo.

Las piedras son el origen,
llevan vestigio, sol de corteza,
nopales, maguey de acero,
cactus furiosos, rojo lucero.

Minúscula la intemperie,
se quedará poco más,
será invulnerable si todo es principio y fin.

Las piedras son el origen,
llevan vestigio, sol de corteza,
nopales, maguey de acero,
cactus furiosos, rojo lucero.

"Yo me llamo Domingo Espinoza,
me quedo en la iglesia".

Composición, producción, mezcla y master: Sojue Stradac 
Portada: Mis dibujos + Leonardo AI

SILUETAS

Se quedará poco más

He asked me why
then told me what I meant
As if I'd nodded
He drew my voice
in chalk outlines
and claimed I'd run

He argued with a strawman
stacked me tall and thin
fed me lines I never spoke
then bragged about the win
But I never moved
I wasn't there
He battled echoes
in the empty air

He needed me simple
so he trimmed the pieces
that wouldn't break easy
He wore my silence
like a trophy
called it proof

I tried to speak
between his verdicts
But he filled the spaces
with speeches
he wrote for me
His voice louder than mine
his need to be right
louder than truth

He argued with a strawman
gave me thoughts I never claimed
stripped me down to paper fears
then set the stage and named the game
He won alone
I watched him shout
He locked the truth
and left me out

I wasn't perfect
But I was real
Still, he fenced a fiction
and crowned himself
king of reason
Even my pauses
were misread as guilt

He argued with a strawman
not the voice that stood right here
Now all that lingers
is the silence he won't hear
He needed noise
I offered thought
He left the battle
having never fought

I was still speaking...
But he'd already answered

Strawman

Who am i to ask for a miracle

Bottle

[Verse 1]
There’s a man on the corner with a jacket too big,
Counting the cracks like they’re notes on a grid.
He talks to the air like it’s something he trusts,
And the silence replies with a layer of dust.
“I’m not crazy, I’d rather be dead,”
The man said sternly to the voice in his head.
But the words fall flat, like a song out of tune,
While the sky hums softly with a paper-thin moon.

[Chorus]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides it in the fold of his smile,
Walking with the madness like a friend for a while.

[Verse 2]
He folds paper birds out of receipts in his hands,
Lets them all fly where the lamppost stands.
The world keeps spinning, but he stands still,
Wrapped in a blanket that the night can’t fill.
And when he laughs, it’s a fragile sound,
Like glass in the wind, falling down, down, down.
But he catches himself with a shake of his head,
Repeats that same phrase he already said.

[Chorus 2]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides in the hum of the night,
Holding hands with madness till the morning light.

[Bridge]
Maybe he’s broken, maybe he’s free,
Maybe he’s something I wish I could be.
Dancing with shadows, refusing the cure,
He says he’s not crazy—
But I’m not so sure.

[Final Chorus] 
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s gone, then he’s found in a world of his own,
Building quiet kingdoms where he’s never alone.

Bottle

Primo Piatto