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Caravan

by Mute Ocean

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1.
The Caravan 08:23
An eternal passage... But isn't eternity an assumption? Isn’t it a denial of everything limited? Can one phenomenon follow another in eternity? This emptiness seems endless... But isn't infinity a hoax? Isn’t it the negation of all that is finite? Can one body be beside another in absoluteness? I'm still waiting. I see a bizarre sphere My nature is drawn to it My muscles are saturated with the light of its suns Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe Me and the Caravan ripped open the sandy fold of the wild globe
2.
All things remain still in a frozen form. Without the emptiness there is no displacement. After all, any thing is an obstacle, the difficulty to variation. In this society, all the voids are filled with meaning. So dense is the ether of a wild world. It's strange to see something so dense In the rarefied substance of the cosmos fabric whose threads are so far apart that the years will pass in search of their intersection. The Frozen Absolute! The Frozen Absolute! The Frozen Absolute! Matter is the creation of a ratio of the meaning to the part of the space which in its turn gives birth to new meanings. In this society, the meaning is deep, it is hidden by a host of ideas about unity and total consciousness in the Frozen Absolute! The Frozen Absolute! The Frozen Absolute!
3.
The ice of distrust is broken The ice of distrust is broken in the midst of aims to excessive control How can we still believe in perfection if your fear in ambush is hunting for everyone else's fear? It’s an endless stalking. The need for struggle and soil The need for splendor and dominance The need for total fright of autonomy. I saw: the poisoned sun of speech in all languages poured on the ground I saw the great creature warmed up by the heat of chains that praised the mute sky The ice of distrust is broken I am the one who broke the ice of distrust is broken I am the one who broke the ice Stability with a bit of anxiety creates obedience. Stability with a bit of treachery creates obedience. Stability with a bit of anxiety creates obedience. Stability with a bit of treachery creates obedience.
4.
Black light pours from the abysses of the white planes. Appropriate symbols of totemic power are spreading through the fabric of houses. Sailing through the titles of morning slander. In the search for meaning, bare speculations are born. We are so good at controlling that split reality, rolling it on fingertips. Your Babylon is nothing compared to our thirst for separation. Verily, language is a disease. It spreads a web of excitement Of (the) imperious crowd. Verily, language is a tyrant. The apologist of putrid dogmas through the static hum. Semantic satiation. The destruction of classes. The loss of the implication. The fall of all logical connections General chaos. General chaos. Your Babylon is nothing compared to our thirst for separation. Verily, language is a poison artificially created in laboratories. The toxic mutagen that is infiltrated at all possible levels of meaning. Language is a weapon. Language is a weapon. Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands! Language is a weapon. And it's in my hands!
5.
War 08:56
Time binds the planes of the universe with a golden thread A great power will open to the one who will seize the ball of these threads The bell tolls, calling us to the battle for the chunk of Motherland in the body of time. And the Whole seethed, becoming the suffering of countless minor parts, tearing the carcass of Eternity. The life that the imprudents will spend on indolence and boredom is sacrificed in the name of our state in the name of our… Three times Hundreds of armies collided: Striplings, Men and Elders. Hundreds of armies Three times at once Faced In the abyss of timelessness Powers of eternity will nourish our armada with supremacy. Their endless lances string the galaxies, make the center of the world spin.
6.
It has awakened. A magnetic monster has spawned a new sun A supermassive black hole grows and absorbs cities. The gaze of a rejected god came back for retribution retribution! Who said that the emptiness equals darkness? It equals light. It fills everything around. The white spot burns out retinas, penetrates into consciousness. The reveries of our realm are losing their color. We dared to outshine the God in our love for eternity. Perfection filled with the breath of sin. Everyone will be rewarded according to their deserts. We were so deluded. We were so deluded. I saw the last starships skyward. They will spread our excellence throughout the universe. Our heritage. Our sentence. My body implosively absorbs all the matter. I relish the last transition. I am the divine radiance of death. I am the light. I’m the emptiness. I am the light. I am the emptiness.
7.
The time flows in reverse. Stars rise from the ashes and make their way out of dilapidation to the womb of the antimatter from decay to prosperity. «And God saw the darkness, that it was horrid: and God added it to the light» Revenge precedes loss. Death follows the mourning. Youth scares with the close end. Does it mean that wisdom will no longer grow from the mistake? Does the atonement mean that the sin will be born? The echoing Caravan is disappearing in the distance. Millions of child soldiers revel in rotten juices In the last battle of eon, the death was revived, confirming the conservation of mass. Nothing has changed.

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released September 16, 2022

Aleksandr Machtakov - Guitars, Vocals, Programming
Ivan Dmitriev - Bass, Programming
Nasty Zhylinskaya - Vocals
Gravy Trane - Saxophone
Vlada Chizhkova - Backing vocals (Tracks 1,7)

Music by MUTE OCEAN
Lyrics by Aleksandr Machtakov

Recorded at Buzzylick studio by Ivan Dmitriev
Mixing and mastering by Ivan Dmitriev

Artwork by Occultya
Cover design by Nasty Zhylinskaya

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