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    Split w/Black Yen on cobalt colored tapes, housed in o-card (not depicted), handnumbered by the band and limited to 100 pieces.

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    Split w/Black Yen on cobalt colored tape, housed in o-card (not depicted), handnumbered by the band and limited to 100 pieces + handprinted sand colored gildan softstyle shirt.

    Backprint text says:
    Wir waren was ihr seid,
    wir sind was ihr sein werdet,
    wir werden alle sterben.

    Meaning:
    We were what you are,
    we are what you will be,
    we are all going to die.

    Artwork by Stefan Rindler (Instagram: @reldnir)

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All music and lyrics written by ♄♄♄♄♄.

*except: quotes taken from a poem by Georg Trakl.

Recording by Karl Steinpatz and ♄♄♄♄♄.
Mixing by Julian Jauk (Tonstudio Grelle Musik)
Mastering by Bernd Heinrauch
Artwork by Stefan Rindler (Instagram: @reldnir)

lyrics

drowning in slow motion
rose petals falling with her
as she tucks into a shroud of stars
as the streetlights’ reflections
are clinging to the silhouettes
of parked cars
the air is thick with summer chloroform
but i’m not getting warm

i’m a paper crane
circling the fucking drain

yearning ever yearning
i’m driving but my mind has left the road
imagining a heaven
as the shades of trees
are shaping gallows on the streets

i’m a paper crane
circling the fucking drain

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from Split w/ Black Yen, released January 6, 2023

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♄♄♄♄♄ Graz, Austria

♄♄♄♄♄ pronounced "saturnists"

we took our way unto the nearest woods
seating ourselves within a darksome cave such places heavy saturnists do crave where yet the gladsome day has never seen nor phoebus' piercing beams had ever been.

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