СМЕРТЬ ПРОМЕТЕЯ
Слишком холодно стало здесь.
Разорвав полог из звезд стать счастливее,
но не здесь; получить все ответы.
Мы на земле, солнце в руках не освещает
дорогу во тьме.
Рассвет пробирает до костей,
выжигает наши души дотла.
Кем мы станем на заре? Кем мы станем когда
последний пророк умрет? Ветром или пеплом?
DEATH OF THE PROMETHEUS
It became too cold in here.
Worming through the canopy made of stars,
becoming happier but not in here,
getting all the answers.
We are on the ground,
the sun in our hands cannot
illuminate the path in the darkness.
The dawn is chilling to the bone,
burns our souls to dust.
Who will we become at the reveille? Who will we
become when the last prophet passes away?
The wind or the ashes?
supported by 11 fans who also own “Смерть Прометея”
Love american is just great emo/ skramz what ever. Its almost a great pity, that these guys divorce themself. Wondering what we may expect from them. Vocals sounds a bit like the hysterical conversation-lyrics by Jordan Dreyer, just more unique.
"I'm glad to be friends with you
here at the end of all things" <3 Dominik
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
supported by 10 fans who also own “Смерть Прометея”
This is one of my favorite records of recent years, and mye absolute favorite of 2013. I wrote this review of it for the music site I have been writing for since 1999 (it's in Norwegian, but I gave it 6 out of 6, as you can see!): http://panorama.no/2014/04/12/bolgende-emosjoner-pa-toppniva/ Frode Fossvold-Jørum