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Out of Themselves Things Will Come

by Thrown to the Sun

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Poesy Rider
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Poesy Rider Autant l'album précédent était plutôt moyen, autant celui-ci est très bon. Je m'explique : plus de personnalité, compos cohérentes et le mélange death-thrash mélodique avec des influences piochées entre Candlemass et Nevermore (pour le chant). Bref, à recommander ! Favorite track: In Signs, In Patterns.
NegativeTyp0
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NegativeTyp0 Really excellent prog death, somewhat reminiscent of Still Life-era Opeth. Favorite track: Maladies to Be Cured.
Umut Gürel
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Umut Gürel Listening to this record at the office and its so dam hard not to headbang.Pure awesomeness! Everything you love about metal is in this amazing album.Dont forget to check their first album and support too. Favorite track: Fatigue.
Marco Kallenbach
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Marco Kallenbach this turkish band came as a surprise, prog death de luxe
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1.
Gnomon 04:50
This horror is mine None but I Could even have summoned the courage of a lie To gaze behind the veils of man Feigning utmost, I witness The extraction of frailty, shaping of a bane Voicelessly exposed Eyes listless, and shackled Orbless in their chasmal white Truth, with all its power, Lives inside me. breathes inside me As deafening summons descend on deaf ears, Viperous skin blenches With the touches, from the speckles, Of white, of life, of light This horror is mine. none but I Could even have summoned the courage of a lie To gaze behind the veils of man A tender void To silence, The clamor, the bellowing, echo of my will Riotously exposed. Hand calloused The heart withering Burdened with time Choke the channels the self is rooted in Abandon your limbs, abandon your skin As deafening summons descend on deaf ears, Viperous skin blenches With the touches, from the speckles, Of white, of life, of light Truth, with all its power, Lives inside me. breathes inside me
2.
Fatigue 04:52
I thought life would be a brilliant comedy I never knew that it was to be a great catastrophe I never knew it'd be a repellant tragedy I thought life would be a brilliant comedy Full of figures of pleasantry, Around me are not scenes from an eloquent journey But a deviant form of a most baleful custody Tired eyes, Wailing mind An odd sense of anger An odd sense of lunacy Abide I never knew that it was to be I never knew... Textures form My trails glow Damnable restraint I will pluck you out of my way Trail, my trail, misplaced. all led astray I'll light my inner kindle Thoughts appear. ever wrestle In the rain, in the sound I never chase them away Stripped of the mask of joy Vile rows of silent days, narrowed will Stillness engraved in memories Thawed by trails ablazed by light I'll wipe my tired eyes Silence my wailing mind I will mark my trail I'll shout my words, in endless space I will make up For silent days, for baleful days I will earn my rest
3.
Whatever is sought, can be found Whatever is neglected, slips away I dive into negation, Eternal, a moment of pure comfort Signs cover the mind, like spiteful snow A false warmth arises, Thoughts numb I dive deeper In totality of my vision, Misery is manifold The past is the unseen, A forgotten wound on the prowl Waiting to resurface and pounce It's easy to forget, That it is vital as life Drenched in the gloom of lost springs, Bygone thrills and rhapsody, This dreadful exile mars the souls with agony The din of the world is lashing, Maladies foul the ground beneath Little things act as symbols, Kindlings to the minds asleep This mission shall unseal for me All the wells of pity Make the desert blossom Bring me out of the bitterness of lonely exile I will emerge from this brutal baptism!
4.
All Through it all Through veins and our bones All Through them all Time plays its swathe notes Time shall loose its hold When the chill of white oblivion Slowly claims us I feel the grip tighten We are the weight On our own Fading souls We are the snails Creeping on Razors of bone Weightless, amiss and flawed We sprout, we turn, we mourn
5.
Havens Echo 06:47
Terrible, how terrible to see the truth When the truth is only pain to the one who sees Are you the warder? The scum of the earth Who could restrain anger hearing you? You skew the word of gods You are blind as the stone you are, lost in the night That endless night that nursed you! You can't hurt me, I see the light! You are the great mastermind, you will pay in tears May the din of the world, pester the life out of you Oh the power! the cardinality Your envy of my mission Drains all the wells of pity A crowd of horrors you'd never dream Plethora of torment will rain down your eyes Out of themselves things will come Even if the warder shrouds them all in silence And hides them, breathes not a word of them They will come, what will come, will come Soon! Soon you'll scream aloud and What haven won't reverberate? What valley won't scream back in echo? No man will ever be rooted from the earth as brutally as you All unknowing, you are the scourge of your own flesh Your own blood The dead below the earth and the living here Above Will whip you from this life Your light is murk, it is darkness, it is shadows, it is gloom Go! Unravel my words If you find I'd lied From this day, call the warder blind
6.
Amartia 04:14
The man will be outside himself So outside himself And happy for no reason No other reason that He is so outside of So alien to No one but himself He will enjoy the ineffable share The opulent lustre, The odourous aroma Of the supreme good Which draws everything into itself. The whole man Will be outside himself He will live not in himself, But in the object of his love His desire for more He will move out of himself Further and further Each passing day Will bring him closer, Into sin that is his love The whole man will be outside himself, But a motionless sense will remain A sense of lunacy in a breathless dark Into this darkness he will smother The words his love will utter Rejecting its lover Wise in measure should each man be But never let him wax too wise Who looks not forward to learn his fate Unburdened heart will bear
7.
Sins of the flesh are nothing They are maladies to be cured Sins of the soul alone are shameful All our sanities are obscured The great things of life Are what they seem to be Loathsome to interpret They reveal nothing Little things of life are symbols By which we receive our bitter lessons In prisons In lives Which hold no event but sorrow Time is measured by throbs of pain Between myself and the memory of joy, There lies a gulf, No less deep than that between myself And the bliss in existence I stand on holy grounds of sorrow I search my fate in mires Wisdom is profitless Philosophy barren Consolations are dust And ashes in my mouth Into harmony with the wounded, Broken, great heart of the world!
8.
Recurrence 06:21
Don't lay on me this question I will not avow this adoration Much less embrace it This is not a burden For earthly shoulders If I am to live this life As I now live it If I am to recur Reappear innumerably I will not name you a god And never will I have heard Anything more profane If this is just a step in a cycle A mere mold stain on a pattern Carve my heart out And release this fever For I know not a moment of me In which I beg to reappear Hearken, child For heaviness is what gives you meaning Nourishing your purpose It connects you to the moment Lest you take leave of this earthly body And soar among the lustre of heavens Don't lay on me this question This is a burden of the heaviest weight I will not embrace it This is not a burden for earthly shoulders
9.
We The ones who think in eternity Are snails Creeping on razors of bone We slice ourselves upon every step Slowly into a fraction of our being Everything straight, lies And therein lies The whole of man's plight Crawling insects Gnawing on the insides of a branch Hollow Just to find the meaning In between the panels That enclose the earth Coating the sun With the slime of vanity By which our eyelids Are sewn together With threads of iron We The ones who think in eternity We walk a straight line Ours is a silence without excuse Without palliation Where we walk, there are thorns Where we look, there are walls
10.
A long time may pass In this eternal play of repetition A dissonant sway Tuned to the note of the terror of coincidence A long time may pass The concrete bodies May disperse, scatter, splinter Into a fraction of their being Every figure cast its shade upon this earth Every moment burst out of the clock... The tail eater turns The tail eater sprouts From within itself One must want Nothing different Not forward, nor backward Not in all eternity Not merely to bear the necessary Still less to conceal it But to love it Every shape and every form Every oak and every stone Shall reemerge Together To meet, attract, repulse, kiss And corrupt each other Again A long time may pass In this eternal play of repetition A dissonant sway Tuned to the note of terror The tail eater turns The tail eater sprouts From within itself
11.
Jocasta 03:14
Time has reappeared And with it Memories, regrets, spasms, fears Anguishes, nightmares Angers and neuroses All of its devilish train It reigns now! Time rules sovereign! Yes! Time reigns! It rules sovereign! Its brutal rule whipping Prodding Goading! Screaming in carnal torture "Run, you nobody! Sweat now, my slave! Live! Live on! Live on, you damned one!" Each hit Each life Each second Full of caresses and treachery Time reigns Time reigns sovereign Forcefully! Solemnly! Each second Bursting from the clock Screaming in carnal torture "I am life! Insupportable! Implacable! Life!”
12.
Thoughts of many, Become the acts of one Out of themselves things will come Like a hammer to the chest I feel the pounding The heartbeat of millions Screaming for release I keep them hidden In profound depths In caverns of reason In totality of my vision Repellant is the sight But I must I must take flesh and bone Oak and stone And turn them into thoughts Thoughts of many Become the acts of one

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released December 20, 2014

Ahmet Saraçoğlu: Guitars
Bahadır Sarp: Guitars
Batuhan Bekmen: Drums
Onur Altınay: Bass
Başer Çelebi: Session vocals

Produced & mixed at Seven Studios, Istanbul, June-October 2014
Drums were recorded live at Kyrenia, Cyprus, January 2014
Vocals were recorded at PA Studios, Istanbul, September 2014

Produced by Bahadır Sarp
Mastered by Bahadır Sarp & Deniz Tuncer

All music written & arranged by Thrown to the Sun
All lyrics written by Batuhan Bekmen
Artwork: Duygu Topçu
Booklet: Ahmet Saraçoğlu
Band photography: İrem Çakır
Additional drums on “In Signs, In Patterns” by Prof. Dr. Erkan Kaptanoğlu

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THROWN TO THE SUN are a progressive death metal band from Turkey. Formed in 2010, THROWN TO THE SUN released their debut “Of Oceans and Raindrops” in 2011 and their sophomore release “Out of Themselves Things Will Come” was released in December 2014.

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