Wastelands
Symphonic metal with progressive rock elements. Features a blend of operatic female vocals and powerful male rock vocals. The instrumentation consists of distorted electric guitars playing palm-muted rhythmic patterns, a driving drum kit with double-kick patterns, and a prominent orchestral section including a string ensemble and brass. A grand piano provides melodic interludes. The track is in the key of D minor with a tempo of 145 BPM. The arrangement alternates between dense, high-gain guitar walls and stripped-back sections featuring solo piano and vocal harmonies. Choral vocal layers add texture during the climactic sections.
Wastelands
Symphonic metal with progressive rock elements. Features a blend of operatic female vocals and powerful male rock vocals. The instrumentation consists of distorted electric guitars playing palm-muted rhythmic patterns, a driving drum kit with double-kick patterns, and a prominent orchestral section including a string ensemble and brass. A grand piano provides melodic interludes. The track is in the key of D minor with a tempo of 145 BPM. The arrangement alternates between dense, high-gain guitar walls and stripped-back sections featuring solo piano and vocal harmonies. Choral vocal layers add texture during the climactic sections.
Lyrics
At times between us only silence
Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly
Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke
Idle at times, sad at times
At times between us only silence
Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly
Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke
Closer to midnight, the lanterns go out, it's unsafe here
The sky is shrouded in smoke, the street demands meat
The street demands colors that are unjustifiably red
Drawing patterns like Picasso on gray grimaces
Stretching a thread through the silence, groans echo through the catacombs
Demons wait, demons burn, somewhere a bomb is being prepared
Everything that once had a taboo on it has been unsealed by some dark forces
Grey as London, a gang at the bong, the most reinforced concrete district
Don't open the door to a stranger, don't even open it to an old acquaintance
Lock the doors tightly, or your cloying paradise will fall into a coma, into the abyss
Here there's only one road—from edge to edge, erasing the boundaries on methylated spirits
Reinforced concrete district, here's the reinforced concrete bosom of the working-class outskirts
Days stretch towards the sky, smoke rings extend
People stretch to the bottom, stretching, but not to the sun
Drawn into the whirlpool by smoke, he'll never return
Never return, never return
Days stretch towards the sky, smoke rings extend
People stretch to the bottom, stretching, but not to the sun
Drawn into the whirlpool by smoke, he'll never return
Never return
Idle at times, sad at times
At times between us only silence
Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly
Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke
Idle at times, sad at times
At times between us only silence
Along dangerous paths it stretches tirelessly
Embracing wastelands, a veil of smoke
A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads
I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here
A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads
I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here
There, along the roads, a thick fog slowly spreads
I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here
A thick fog slowly spreads along the roads
I'd like to aim at the target, but the target is not visible here
[End]