Solace in Solitude

by Morost

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released July 15, 2014

All music written by Peter Frol and Tomaž Kogovšek
All lyrics written by Tomaž Kogovšek

Produced by Jan Švigelj, Žiga Zmazek and Morost
Recorded and mixed at Negligence Studio
Mixed and mastered by Žiga Zmazek

Artwork and layout design by Robert Zupančič
Photography by Luka Prijatelj

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Morost Slovenia

Jonas Savšek - vocals
Žan Grintov - bass guitar
Tomaž Kogovšek - drums
Blaž Zupan - guitars
Peter Frol - guitars
Tamara Cerović Erjavec - keyboards

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Track Name: Human Debris
Fountains of mead we've built upon
Plazas of marble and colorful stone
Set just so - as the architects
Draw and foremen command, thus labor will
Follow and pillars would rise in their
Wake, inscribed with words of duty and
Honour to those that have fallen
No mention of those still alive and enslaved

Mindless drones obeying to keep
The maddened hounds at bay, protecting
The architects devising their schemes of
Wealth for the commons observed from their clouds of
Horrors as seen from below
Inducing unknowns and thus they are feared
As gods or lords or mythical beasts
Their hungers in contest - prevalence demeans

Successfully harvesting demons from
Minds, conjured by traumatized psyches
Prescribing an alien will to a
Slate now wiped clean, the former evicted
Imagine those pills are the weapon of
Choice, the means to eliminate diversiful
Thought, the matter that sent us ahead from our
Caves to forward our cause

Human debris
Come down here, you'll see
Human debris
Human debris

Confined, collared in self-induced
Stasis, living in houses of straw
Raised with faith in dogmatic beliefs
Of order and hierarchy and of propriety
To question those ways is deemed heresy
The intellect suffers, one can believe
An illness is plaguing - victims abound
The cure is perpetual doubt
Track Name: A Predicament in Time
Receive through nerves impulse
An error, unease, a wound
Distress is voiced, I yell
I spasm, I scream perturbed
No sound is heard

All limbs compete to transmit
Flavors of pain, diverse
Contrasts exist, understand,
Leave wounds untended and bad
The brain goes mad

And though I am in pain and though I am dying I am! ...thus I persist
And so I continue what I can do best - I keep marking time

In dying I explore potentials
Reaching the limits of self
Is who I got to realize
Is most I'll ever achieve
Discard all dreams

Awake till death do us part
Me with my excuse of existence
I'd drown in knee deep irony
Alive on time's own decree
The sands in sea...

And though I am in pain and though I am dying I am! ...though I persist
And so I continue what I can do best - I keep marking time
And though I am in pain and though I am dying I am! ...so I resist
And so I continue what I can do best - I keep marking time
Track Name: Thorp Afield
Yonder thorp afield, bastion of life
Despite oppressive, massive threat it's way comes

No people nowhere in sight as close as I stand
Yet close enough to sense them defending their way
Their weakness observed and fathomed, beheld
Succumb and desist or grow with futility

Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest

This thorp afield now bathes in fear
As it ever was and naught has changed, oh no

The loathsome lot of them, plainly mad, how else
Would you explain them gripping hope that way
I am not as they, I do not hope, I do not
Feel the need to procreate, sustain

Remain...
Remain...
Remain the husk, ordeal will take the rest
You lose to celebrate survival at it's best

You lose to celebrate survival at it's best

This thorp afield, now ruined and dead
Half buried in snow, those cold hardened people

Winter came hard
Winter came raw
Winter came hard
Track Name: Mitos
Unwanted men live in pits dug with hands uncaring

Uncaring for nothing but myself
Unwanted are the many distracting us tending

Horrendous, grievous, differentiate
Please...

Cease - so common the obtuse, beguiled with our needs
Cease - so common the mistreated, forgotten - forlorn

Differ between one or the other
Displace yourself and feel the hollow left behind

Horrendous, grievous, differentiate
Please...
Cease!

Fuck you cruel world and your machinations
Casualty ignored, meaning and reason are trampled
Fuck you society and your dissolution
Dispensary of guilt and hypocrism
Your members are starving
Starving!


Cease - so common the obtuse, beguiled with our needs
Cease - so common the mistreated, forgotten - forlorn
Track Name: Regrets
Filth on this ledge, needeth attention, needeth be tidied
Memories attached to bits and pieces of rubbish, is my rubbish
Decorum dictates one's state of mind be clean, be tidy
And I would comply with every request doing less than I should

I regret my hurt inflicting words
Wounds, now scars, of ill intent could speak though
Mine was ever one of insight pure
Wisdom went unheard, unwitnessed by
I regret all warnings spoken, loud
All precaution gone replaced with dumb resolve
Unitarily proceeding, erring
So one's left to watch it all unfurl

I regret the times I stayed behind
When all things of worth deemed worthy and true
By that heightened, sharpened state of mind
Thus I sat and thought and missed my cue
I regret my dreams of flying low
Staying 'neath too much and still content
Well despised by peers though not of mind
To stay free of lies, of life made mockery

I regret, I regret everything

I regret, I regret it all

I regret my visions coming true
World of wrongness, one of people wronged
Fear of losing what can not be owned
Owing what was never borrowed
I regret the future things I'll do
Being only human, sack of flesh
Seems remembrance is only apt
All that ever was will be again

Filth on this ledge, needeth attention, needeth be tidy
Memories attached to bits and pieces of rubbish, is my rubbish
Decorum dictates one's state of mind be clean, be tidy
And I would comply to every request to do less than one should, than I should