Music Of The Heathen

by Wolfram

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released May 8, 2015

All songs are written, arranged and performed by Wolfram.

Recorded:
@ Studio 1, radio Novi Sad (engineered by Vladimir Moritz and Marko Cokulov)
@ Beat Beat Studio (engineered by Filip Vlatkovic Fipa)
@ Clockwork Orange Studio (engineered by Nenad Grujic)
@ Gajbaba (engineered by Wolfram)
@ Studio Simic (engineered by Marko Simic)

Produced by Marko Doric and Dusan Prentovic
Mastering by Aleksandar Grbic G (Netics)

Additional credits to:
Klapa 'Panon' - vocals
Marko Micanovic - vocals
Dunja Dacic Dojo. - vocals
Vukasin Kartalovic - narrator

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Wolfram Novi Sad, Serbia

Wolfram is a band from Novi Sad, Serbia, characterized as being hell-bent on blending electronic, alternative and experimental music with the "hard riff" guitar basis, thus independently forging a specific genre name to sum up their musical style - acid metal. ... more

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Track Name: On This Side Of The Line
And the beauty rises,
It’s holding the torch,
It’s leading me on, leading me on...

Mercury is always the first to go
When the Sun starts to bloat and die.

So I’ll see you next to a second Sun,
Until then this gives me hope.
I’ll see you next to a second Sun,
Until then this gives me hope.

And the beauty rises,
It’s holding the torch,
It’s leading me on, leading me on...

Mercury is always the first to go
When the Sun starts to bloat and die.

The halo of nights,
I know it’s dawning,
The lost and the found,
It feels like I’m homing.
A picture perfect landscape
Of a promising morning.

And nothing really changed,
Except for everyone around you.
The sunrise comes with awe,
Embalmed with grace, it bound you.
We’ll remember you on this side of the line,
We’ll be missing you on this side of the line.
Track Name: Music Of The Heathen
Turn of the tide is all I see,
Feast your senses, pilgrim, it’s here -
A haven of sound from kingdom come
That pierces through the ether...

Turn of the tide is all I see,
Love and union resonate
With the music of the heathen...
And now we’re homebound.

Falling bodies like them stones from the
Skyhigh unknown above, as we’re
Miles high, suddenly divine,
Suddenly away from the gods that we toppled all the way down...

Immortalized, galvanized, awakenings,
On this side and other side, it’s beckoning...
It’s calling out... the chord is struck, are you tempted?

Let’s get out, out of here,
No Adam and Eve,
No indebted deed,
Let’s go find our Eden.
Quintessential man,
Quintessential woman,
Hands free, arms in Eddie’s V,
It’s abruptly beautiful.

Immortalized, galvanized, awakenings,
On this side and other side, it’s beckoning...
It’s calling out loud... the chord is struck, are you tempted?
And now we’re homebound.

Falling bodies like them stones from the
Skyhigh unknown above, as we’re
Miles high, suddenly divine,
Suddenly away from gods that we toppled all the way down...
Track Name: Babel
People always hear what they want to hear,
It's like a lightning rod, come to me, attractingly.
Put some more words in my mouth, weave the fire
Hold the teeth and adjust fittingly.

Say as you see fit,
Brick by brick the tower rises.
Say as gods we reached,
Till the heights become our vices.

Say as you see fit,
Brick by brick the tower crumbles.
Clash of laws divided, gods reminded,
Confined we abide in fragility.

People rub a wound against a wound
Pass the burn to another emphasizer,
Potently,
Revolving around pain thresholds
We can take and beyond that -
Look at me.

Fall, topple,
Fall, crumble,
Fall, topple, crumble,
Fall, topple, crumble,
Fall.

People always hear what they want to hear.
People always hear what they want to hear.
People always hear what they want to hear.
People always hear what they want to hear.
Track Name: July Chills
I thought I’d lose it all, but my fire still won’t yield,
So I fit that tide into a moment and let it go.

Take heart, jump start,
No machines and instruments.
‘Cause there are songs in this mess.
There’s a recipe for beauty in it.
Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course.
Leave me here to long...

Take heart, stay intact,
Let it flow...
‘Cause there are songs,
There’s a recipe for beauty in it.
Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course.
Leave me here to long...

I took my chances,
It got me right here...
Something kept me thinking, watching over me, saying:
Your freedom’s fine. (your freedom’s fine)
And I repeat to myself...
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about them?

Your freedom’s fine! Your freedom’s fine!

Wrapped up, cocooned,
No moths and butterflies,
‘Cause there are songs in this mess.
There’s a recipe for beauty in it.
Leave me here too long, I want to stay on this course.
Leave me here to long...

I brook no surrender,
I got to stand here...
Something kept me beating, kept me bending, kept me straight, saying:
Your freedom’s fine. (your freedom’s fine)
And I repeat to myself...
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about those fiends that can’t solve my mysteries?
What about them?

Your freedom’s fine! Your freedom’s fine!
Your freedom’s fine! Your freedom’s fine!

After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain...

I thought I’d lose it all, but my fire still won’t yield,
So I fit that tide into a moment and let it go.

After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain...
After rain comes the sun, after sun comes the rain...
After rain comes the sun, comes the rain, comes the...
Track Name: Monarch
It's a man's man's world.
I'll display you my power, unusual extremes, 'till the end, divine.
Present at this level of evolution.
I am the supreme ruler, my bones, my kingdom.
I fit the puzzles the way I want.
And you can't defy me, you can't defy me, my son.
You can't defy me, you can't defy me...

I am the natural, black, red, ivory,
Tar and blood, and irony. Run!
I am susceptible, come at me,
A dose of courage, a hint of hunger.
Crownless hungry hounds,
Among the pigs calling revolution a grunt.
Run to the deep, run to the deep, run!
And all the pigs grunt!

If you're heaven made than our heaven is low.
We are all sovereign, we are the sky.

Flesh, meat, a volatile empire,
Nothing short of stellar, nothing left the under.
Flesh and meat, ember and pyre.
Of kingly cast, made of clay, flame and desire.
Let the poet Virgil take the reins,
Let him ride, let him ride, let him ride.
Clench the fist, send it upward,
And exempt no man from madness.

If you're heaven made than our heaven is low.

It's a man's man's world.
I'll display you my power, unusual extremes, 'till the end, divine.
Present at this level of evolution.
I am the supreme ruler, my bones, my kingdom.
I fit the puzzles the way I want.
And you can't defy me, you can't defy me.
You can't defy me, my son.
You can't defy me...

We are the sovereign, we are the sky.
We are the sovereign, we are the sky.
We are the sovereign, we are the sky.
We are the sovereign, we are the sovereign...
We are the sovereign, we are the sky.
Track Name: Revere
She will
Burn like
Venus queen,
Nobody’s wife.
With her
Immaculate crescendos
She’s on fire.

You are my vulgar diva,
My victim of the sun,
Tripping far away from home,
Straight to the bohemian.
Intimidate me...
Intimidate me...
Intimidate me...
And now she’s singing thunder.

Her face
Does not
Match her raw persona,
A virtuoso and a mother.
With her
Immaculate crescendos
She’s on fire.

Anything you do I come back to you, my love.
Anything I do you do just the same.
Anything you do I come back to you, my love.
Anything I do you do just the same.

Intimidate me...
Intimidate me...

And now she’s singing thunder.
Track Name: A Different Kind Of Sleep (feat. Dojo.)
You gave it all, you gave no pieces,
But you feel it’s not enough,
Though you’re closing in on grace,
You cannot reach the white shores,
So I guess you’ll stay down there,
Where you won’t figure out
How to put yourself to rest,
To put yourself to sleep...
It’s alright.
And it’s alright.
It’s alright.
And it’s alright.

You look a bit tired.
Try to sleep...
I don’t know if you remember
How to go so deep.
Well, you look a bit tired.
Try to sleep...
I don’t know if you remember
How to go so deep.
Track Name: On The Other Side Of The Line
I remember, as if through haze, the last summer before I die. It was somehow unusual, blurry, like my life those days. And not just mine...
I was very ill back then, so to me, I guess, it seemed that the whole lead celestial vault lay on my chest and didn’t let me breathe. The rain, that fell almost every day, was bluntly drumming on the metal window sill, like those hollow snare drums before the execution, writing out some strange arabesques on the misty panes, - messages from that world, understandable only to me. I knew that the end was nigh. And amazingly, I wasn’t sad about leaving, although I loved life above all. The beautiful one, joyful and careless, my children, friends. And you, of course, who, even for yourself didn’t know why, inertly came and sat by my grave for a while, told me the tidings, or just remained in wistful silence, made a sigh and left... What else?You, certainly, don’t know anything about death. I didn’t know either, until I came here. Now I know what I – with a certain remorse – only guessed: that living is insolence. Prodigal, gratuitous conceit. Temptation, which is hard to resist. And the All-maker himself wanted it thus, implanting to every living being a desperate resistance towards death, although he knew it was inevitable.

I’m lying here, in the rake of dark, and I still don’t understand why did he give the joy and the torture of living, when he exactly determined the end to us all...? And when and what it will be like.
And now... now it’s like I’ve never been ill at all. Admittedly, it’s a bit dull, but I’ll get used to it. I’ve met some neighbours, they explained it to me, - it needs a certain amount of time to pass until the soul abandons the body and leaves... there, upstairs. They’re all, together with me, on that trial internship. Waiting. Only later does the decay begin. Then we won’t be able to converse. Bones don’t speak.

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You asked me once, - when we theoretically, dare I say, philosophically, talked about death, like something abstract and very distant from us, - do I believe in afterlife? It was a notional mistake: Life exists only on the other side of the line; over here is resting, stout and unshadowed silence, in which we wait to become what we were meant to be - dust in cosmic infinity.

Do you remember that grey dove that persistently came to our window and patiently waited with its dark little eyes, like the head of a thumbtack? Half-jokingly we were saying that she, maybe, was my mother, killed during the war... and, really, it seemed, while she twirled her head, that she was asking me: “How are you, child? Are you well?” - and she never receded from the window sill, like a watch-guard, as if she was taking care of me. Afterwards, she unexpectedly disappeared. You’ll laugh, but I, deep inside, started to believe that it was Her and I was saddened that she was gone. She came back a year later, when I've gotten ill. She didn’t move away from the window since. Up until I died.

She no longer comes, you say? ... I don’t know, it’s kind of confusing... Maybe those stories aren't just morbid nonsense. Maybe I’ll, someday, become, let’s say, some puppy that you’ll take for yourself in your isolation, that you’ll coddle and feed, and it will love you the way I loved you. Silently and devotedly. Like “an intern” that doesn’t know where his soul will be. I’m waiting for a schedule. After that, you won’t have to come anymore; we might meet somewhere else. If that doesn’t happen, it doesn’t matter. A man is definitely dead when he’s forgotten...