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Tales For The Weak

by Prelude

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Dom
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Dom Absolutely beautiful. I need a physical copy of this ASAP! Favorite track: My Delirium.
afcturn_
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afcturn_ One of the best albums of 2022 tbh. Wonderful atmospheric elements, instrumentation is very expansive. Vocally true to the old days as well.
Thoth’s Girl
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Thoth’s Girl 😱 3 for 3 now ! Prelude have refined and increased their level of beauty and skills. This is just so beautiful yet heartbreaking. Vocals, and varied instruments all come together to produce a winner ! The cover art is amazing and I understand what they meant. Thank you for this. I’m waiting for more 😘 2/18/2022 Favorite track: It Was Murder.
floriandaelken
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floriandaelken Prelude with a very good album with almost constant tremolo picking. These guys know the rules. Thx for your great music! Favorite track: Fleeting Reality.
Gilberto Nicola
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Gilberto Nicola Each song has a lot of powerful emphasis to show. An hidden but constant Summoning "let mortal heroes"-era lies beneath, guitar intreccios would have their relevance in a classic metal album, melodies are strong and somewhat original... this release is here to be remembered
fav trax: Fleeting reality
bmurator
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bmurator Epic / Atmospheric French Black Metal. I was wondering when the next album would come & I was eagerly waiting for it. I am not disappointed in the slightest & love every song! Highly recommended!!!
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1.
They’ll find his body in the gutter, Suicide, they’ll say, but it was murder, They will blame it, on his brain disorder, A few condolences, then everything’s over They’ll find her body by the harbour, Tragedy, they’ll say, but it was murder, They will declare, she was a subverter, Just a few prayers, then call her a liar People start to reclaim Without compromising But the fear, the shame Is truly paralyzing Go back inside, Don’t open the door, Let them fight For what you stand for We are hiding and, We hear, under our sheets The cries, the screams, In the streets Cars burning, Order is collapsing, It might be time But we’re still conforming People start to pour out By the thousands It is time, no doubt But you can’t decide, and Stay inside And bar the door Let them fight, For what you stand for As we’re still hiding, We hear, under our sheets The cries, the screams, In the streets Boots on the pavement, The sound of enslavement, You might be next, Just be patient They’ll find their bodies in the water, Accident, they’ll say, but it was murder, They’ll grab their guns, they’ll draw satire, Because blind obedience, is all they require They’ll shoot their bodies by the border, Invasion, they’ll say, but it was murder, Vision of corpses tangled in barbed wire, Would they be enough, to start the fire ? Somewhere, sometimes Written between the lines, We will see the sun shine and Everything will be Somewhere, something, It won’t be for nothing, Just before the sunshine, And everything will be fine In our dreams we see The faces of the ones who fell, And those who came after to tell, It’s not over till we’re all free Everybody dies in vain Either the cautious or the bold For all the stories they could have told Were filled with hope we can’t retain
2.
The Craven 07:03
Hide and flee From the battle raging Bend the knee Craven, but a craven living Never again will I commit To this hypocrite folly For a speck of glory Countless souls will no longer fly In majesty they cry For us, the last of the flock Last one standing in this hell Pride or shame, I cannot tell Now, surrounded by this awful stench My only purpose is to avenge Buried alive with all my grief I’ll welcome Death with some relief But I know It’s not my time So many souls to send below Revenge, driving my mind No one will be left behind No sleep til they are all aligned Until they vanish from mankind Never again will I commit To this hypocrite folly For a speck of glory Countless souls will no longer fly In majesty they cry For us, the last of the flock Watch them fall Make them crawl Burn them all Til I’m whole Buried alive with all my grief I welcome Death with some relief And I know Now it’s my time So many souls to join below
3.
Lost, in the wonders of dead times, Fleeing my feelings, Endless lines of useless meaning Reality, a dreadful word For a world I don’t pity Sadly, and sign after sign Fleeing my feelings, Endless bottles of blessed wine Life, a concept so absurd Filling the void with their vanity Maybe, after drowning so deep, Fleeing my feelings, I shall finally grant myself some Sleep Alas, these things, they never last, Feeling and healing, Hiding them in the past But again, after hearing all their lies And fleeing my feelings I look at these bottles in the eyes In the end It’s the same cycle again I try to break in vain, only pain, ‘til the last of them die In the end It’s the same cycle again I try to break in vain, only pain, ‘til the end of my life Reality, a dreadful word For a world I don’t pity Life, a concept so absurd Filling the void with their vanity
4.
My Delirium 05:51
I hear them cry, from beyond Stretch the sound of my agony Silence to fill the void Hurling inside me I hear them weep, all I’ve wronged Bear the burden of my misery Demise will heal the noise Death will set me free There is no sun, no pale light, Not a soul in my oblivion There is no end, endless night, No escape from my delirium I hear them call, those who care Drowned, muffled, intangible The sound of the memories The lost tales we share I hear them all, this I swear Yet, in vain, impossible To crawl out I have no strength left to spare There is no sun, no pale light, Not a soul in my oblivion There is no end, endless night, No escape from my delirium Alone Wretched Infected To the bone Torn Rotten Forgotten Joyful stillborn I burn There is no one, nothing, Nowhere I want to be A sickening, disgusting, Stinking world I’d rather flee I see their face, as I die Laugh, despair, indifference Empty as my legacy All will testify There was no sun, no pale light, Not a soul in my oblivion There was no end, endless night, No escape from my delirium
5.
Another day, has come and gone, Another night, telling you lies Afraid to leave, afraid to move on, From the hatred, that burns in your eyes, But you still believe in destiny, A way to live, in full clarity The lack of morals, especially Is creeping over your empathy All your ideals, your old beliefs, Hiding them all in the background So many sorrows, so many griefs Is it your innocence, that was lost, and never found Talking to the demons of the past, Of a time, you never knew, All the pleasures, they never last And this time you might even fall through Can’t seem to find, What you’re looking for, Anger is growing like a tumour, All your nightmares are at the door They know for a fact, You’re rotten to the core, Dragging yourself along the floor Just waiting, for, the War Is there a way out ? Of what’s essentially a perpetual blackout, Are you faking out ? Your every struggles, within or without Empty feelings, dragging your spleen, So many reasons, that were still unseen, Mulling over, what could have been, The good, the bad, everything in between. Lasting a second, lasting an era, Blasting thoughts, it’s like an aura, Lusting after, a mere chimera, Lost in the waves, of your dilemma When you finally lose The last one of your friends, For all the excuses, all the abuse, Maybe you should have made amends But there is no way you’re wrong Never bargain, and never bend Let rains of fire descend Just waiting, for, the End Always searching for someone to blame, People to reach, people to shame, Now you care about, the fame of your name ? You should take a look at what you became Another day, has come and gone, Another night, loving your lies Nowhere to leave, nowhere to move on, Filled with hatred, it’s your only prize, To think you believed, in destiny, A way to live, in full clarity The lack of morals, especially Always takes over, your empathy
6.
Lovely day, looking at the sun Enjoying the present Before reloading the gun Lovely night, gazing at the rain Enjoying the moment Before unloading it all In my Brain The rush of euphoria Flowing in my veins As blood slowly pours out Freeing me from my chains Lovely day, staring at the sea Enjoying the sunlight Before walking right ahead Lovely night, glaring at the tree Enjoying the moonlight Before tightening the knot Around my Head Then I wake up Alive Long after dawn And my courage all gone All these sweet deaths As real as they seem Are only wasted breath A guilty pleasure dream All these honeyed lies I keep feeding my mind Just enough to live by Til whatever end I’ll find The rush of euphoria Flowing in my veins As blood slowly pours out Freeing me from my chains A calm smile Blinding light Lovely night I will finally close my Eyes Paint the walls with my bowels, a switchblade to carve my muscles, Kiss a rattlesnake, or jump in a shark infested lake Grab the AR or the shotty, to rob the dispensary, Kill everybody, it’s a show, then laugh in Death Row Dancing on the highway, waiting for the train to play Overdosing on coke, or simply cutting the parachute rope Drinking a tank, full of bleach, swimming in acid to make me screech Start the car, breathe in the exhaust, or lie down naked in the frost Orgasm through strangulation An ode to bliss and mutilation Feeling The knife Ending My life Then I wake up Alive Long after dawn And my courage all gone All these sweet deaths As real as they seem Are only wasted breath A guilty pleasure dream All these honeyed lies I keep feeding my mind Just enough to live by Til whatever end I’ll find All these sweet deaths As real as they seem Are only wasted breath A guilty pleasure dream All these honeyed lies I keep feeding my mind Look how quickly time flies Death I’ll never find
7.
Take a swim in the streams, Pop a bottle to muffle the screams, Counting sheep in your dreams, Counting bullets as you wake up For each rule you created, For each foe you beheaded, In plain sight you awaited, But here’s a headsup Hatred, is your only guide, All the horrors you keep inside, Watch out for the final tide, It’s time for the blowup Fire, on all the ones who tried to make, you Fall, it won’t be over till they all ex- Pire, as you watch them lined against the Wall But then a sound, is coming, each second growing louder, Hear them sing as you pull the trigger : Fuck your history, fuck your religions Fuck your borders and fuck all your nations Neither god nor master Fulfill the promise of disaster To live and to die for 5 seconds of fame Defending the flag 'til they forget your name The loser, the brave, the craven, the best They all look the same with a hole in their chest You're drowning in the streams, Take a sip, to muffle your screams, Your luck is drying up, it seems, You’ll be gone by the evening, Run away in the meadows, Keep quiet, the rumor is close, Rotten flesh and death throes, Your body’s giving in Your outcome keeps on looking bleak, The smell of fear is making you reek, You can hear them, don’t take a peak, “Revenge is all we believe in !” He’s Here, as you start hurling in the Night, there is no way you can dis- appear, they’re catching up you can give up the fight There’s a rope, up in the tree, The only thing you can still see, Legs bending, your chest burning, Around your neck, the world is gleaming Swinging under the moonlight, carried by the wind, the leaves are fiery red, And for everything in sight, t’will be a restless night, until there are ashes instead Swinging under the moonlight, carried by the wind, the leaves are fiery red, And for everything in sight, t’will be a restless night, until there are ashes instead

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This album tells the story of those who have none, those who hide, with nothing glorious to write in History books. It portrays the lives of these unsung heroes, fighting on unequal terms against events bigger than them, or even against themselves.

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released February 1, 2022

Prelude - Music & Lyrics
Bogdan Makarov (Nekkomix studio) - Mastering
Vojtech Doubek (Moonroot) - Artwork

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