Suspended Between The Mouth Of God And The Fist Of Man
by Atomic Cries
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Digital Album
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False Prophecies
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The Atheist
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about
We are Atomic Cries, and since 2010 we have played Primitive Doom Metal exclusively. No flares, no bongs, no irony, no pseudo-occult nonsense. We worship at the altar of Armando Acosta. We love Saint Vitus, Trouble and Black Sabbath, but we sound like none of them. This 7" contains two tracks of uncompromising, slow downer-rock that refuses to be easily categorised.
Jeder für sich und Gott gegen alle.
Jeder für sich und Gott gegen alle.
credits
released 11 January 2013
Saúl Do Caixão (Lead/Rhythm Electric/Acoustic Guitars & Vocals)
Andy Lippoldt (Drums/Organ/Bass/Backing Vocals)
Thanks to Jen Lippoldt, "Iron" Al Mabon, Tomi & SVART records
Saúl Do Caixão (Lead/Rhythm Electric/Acoustic Guitars & Vocals)
Andy Lippoldt (Drums/Organ/Bass/Backing Vocals)
Thanks to Jen Lippoldt, "Iron" Al Mabon, Tomi & SVART records
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Atomic Cries plays primitive doom metal exclusively.
Saúl Do Caixão
A.Lippoldt
discography
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Jan 2013 -
Feb 2012
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- Track Name: False Prophecies
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I submerge myself in disease
Do you like to make believe?
A blade, stuck in my back
How long until your soul cracks?
So whatever games you’ve played
Have all gone and washed away
It feels like you think I’ll stay
You don’t hear a word I say
What have we become?
Years of progress so quickly undone
The arrogance of thinking that you’ve won
(The arrogance, you think you’ve won)
I submerge myself in disease
Do you like to make believe?
It’s time to wipe this place clean
It’s time we address the unseen
Purging to clean
Address the unseen
Eternal silence slips through our grasp
To think we had the nerve to think that this would last
And now we make believe
It’s time we wipe this place clean - Track Name: The Atheist
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The man in white looks down on me
My Self that thirsts for something more
He screams until his voice goes hoarse
And blood pierces his lungs
Soulless heart
Atheist
Lonely fate
Atheist
Fury’s reign
The man in locks
Spat on me too
He laughed and told me I don’t belong
His greed and fervor a blinding light
Soulless heart
Atheist
Lonely fate
Atheist
Fury
