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by Skrømt

We all have our wraiths, and from time to time, even for the shortest glimpse, we let them rule the world.
Genre: Metal/Punk: Alternative Metal
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Prolog (feat. Jon Husø)
3:34 album only
2. Sorg
6:29 $0.99
3. Syk
6:39 $0.99
4. Slumsøstre (feat. Iselin Davø Fredriksen)
6:29 $0.99
5. Askens Despot
7:53 $0.99
6. Spirer I Stein (feat. Iselin Davø Fredriksen)
6:10 $0.99
7. Skjære
5:51 $0.99
8. Jeg Tok Regnet Som Min Brud
6:09 album only
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Album Notes
Every generation has its story, some common ground that builds the foundation for the legacy that is to be passed on to offspring of the future. Wisdom and knowledge we all hope will resonate for all eternity. And so it has been, for centuries.
However, these legends always come out tainted, colored by our desire to come across as perfect, it is but human nature. Even the stories that do include mistakes and mishaps, do so only on certain, predetermined terms; lessons to be learned, and shortcomings improved upon.

This in turn leaves holes and missed masks in the infinite weave that is our ancestry. Stories that are never told, antiheroes lurking in the shadows, trodden down into obscurity by the polished and socially acceptable.

Still, every action has a designated reaction, and at the end of even the brightest day, there will be night. Somewhere, deep inside, there lives a desire to sing praise to the recluse, the reject, the villain. To see them ride to town, their horses beaten and tattered, to let hollow voices growl about loss, defeat, betrayal, unanswered desire, misfortune and misery. A crusade over fertile soil, paying homage to the ill-fated. A golden chance to remind us why we all live in this picture perfect illusion of a flawless world.

We all have our wraiths, and from time to time, even for the shortest glimpse, we let them rule the world.



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