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the scab of days

by crosta

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Darknight Unbelievable post metal from Portugal, I just knew Crosta had it in them to produce a sludgetastic masterpiece with haunting atmospherics. The Scab of Days will crush the living daylights out of you!! Take heed people this album is absolutely AWESOME🤘 Favorite track: at the door.
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1.
anxt 11:43
it chokes all of your thoughts, a tight queasy blindfold through the mist gallops a blind wild beast - ghosts you feed torn, bent, crushed - will and reason dissolved air becomes too thin, walls are closing in with a steady, rusty pitch, salt blades creak growing untamed, ripping the days, a swarm of shades keeps you astray out of control, the dragon keeps on, devouring the nights, blurring the tides kept in your cave - monsters you’ve raised torn, bent, and crushed - stillness conceals a storm. burning never-ending waves, a flood of shades in between, some peace of mind, some air to breathe, a vague relief from this pain make amends with the present tense, keep your eyes away from the end breath in, one more time again, brace yourself for the next crushing wave make amends with the present tense - this too will pass away control is an illusion we’ve tamed
2.
it came from the deep, calling me without speech it runs underneath, sowing its dark seeds it lives within, feasting on my dreams it grows under dim, coming back ever since I am waiting for something to call my name I am hoping for something to wake me I am searching for something to light the way I am waiting for something to release me I am alone fighting my own - slaying dragons without a sword I am alone, unknown - singing a prayer without a voice
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I don't know how it started, from where did it come, but it's here now and will not go I've realized it's all too much to just erase and move on our mistakes we must embrace before they stab their cutting teeth into what's left of us to be saved, and drain the blood out of it I've tried so hard to keep it all together in one single piece, but I'm getting out of strength and I'm not as good as you might think our dreams unfulfilled, our hopes drained, our dreams erased and you keep pouring water into our little boat for no reason at all how can I justify this to ourselves? I know it's harsh, a bit out of touch -but I've got to say there's no more room in this hole for your shit
5.
burn it down 09:20
ages of dust have pilled up, rust and mold are now in charge a broken door that leads nowhere nothing worth be saved, this house is a wreck do what must be done. let does ghosts roam back home to forgive, not to forget. to accept, not to yield to rebuild, not to repeat. lesson learned, so... burn all down - ashes will fall. a veil of hazed memories, too much to be kept, now worthless things strings become ropes, tight on your neck, cut them out before it's too late the time as come. restart, build new burn all down - smoke will rise above burn all down - light will break through fire will clear the path, light will cut through the wreck flames will make amends with the ghosts we left
6.
unease 04:19
7.
at the door 09:29
raise your glasses high - tonight we'll dance tomorrow might we mourn but not tonight drown among the stars a brittle swarm of thoughts blind to the how, deaf to the why, shedded salt blurs our sight as tides come and go oblivion devours all of us a faded beacon points outwards, a door you must cross, alone in awe, we stare at the fire as it rips apart your vessel in silence, we watch the fire, turning your days into ashes all songs have been sung, and there'll be no encore your light is gone but your shine still echoes we all knew (the day would come) now it's the time to let you go, waving goodbye at the door
8.
this mask is too tight, bruising my skin as days go by this scab won’t let me sleep even if I scratch until it bleeds old blood, slow and thick, a ton of days entangled in my veins through this armour of pride and fear, I could smell it so damn clear through the skin, the scent of time, a rusty unease, defeats of mine look at this place, look at this mess that I have built with my own hands so many doors and not a single key, I thought I had a plan out of here but this inertia is so warm, I rather not know how big must be the mirror for you to see? don’t you dare to look too close, you might just find what you search reflected, so pristine, behold- your worst enemy but you rather not see! but somewhere inside there is still a child playing catch with the sun unaware, between the wreckage that we’ve built, dreaming of golden days to come but somewhere outside there is still a place where warm light still glows and somehow there is still a fierce will to dream underneath.... the scab of days
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released January 10, 2023

written and produced by crosta

mastering by audiokobold@gmail.com
artwork and design by branco guerreiro

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crosta is the Portuguese word for crust - the outermost shell of our old Mother Earth.

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