Recorded and masterized between September and November 2020 at "Lobodoomy Studio" and "ToreStu" (drums recording session only).
lyrics
Embraced by the warm breeze;
In the name of the silenced voices
Bones and dust narrate joys and sorrows
From a lost world, a world that was ours.
The carved stone spit the echoes
From a culture stranded in time.
It’s an incomprehensible and pale image
Proud of itself, proud of its origin.
The vigorous Sun reborn and die
In an endless funereal dance,
Waiting for the day when their children,
Formidable, come back to dance with him.
A raped land by those who can’t appreciate,
From the rot it moves away, doesn't want their conversion.
Slowly succumbs for the pass of time,
Now, only bones and dust are left.