Mors Praematura

by Genesis not Planet

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Time kills everything, but not music. Does it matter that the line-up of Genesis not Planet was changing constantly, melodies were doomed to isolation and the whole process was strangled by lack of funding?
We have sacrificed the old immaterial gods, and now we are occupying the temple of the Market-God. He organizes our economy, our politics, our habits, our lives, and even provides us with rates and credit cards and gives us the appearance of happiness. It seems that we are born only to consume. Paradoxically, people are deprived of the most important things – time and freedom – in favor of material goods. Time doesn’t kill music, time is killing us.
The sound of the album MORS PRAEMATURA stings as Norwegian darkness. Shivers go down on your back and you sense inevitable cold breath of awareness. This escort of death!
This is heavy music in black metal wrapper without show, pathetic flirting and parodies. This melodies with intelligent lyrics and original presentation. It isn't for everyone, it's for those who are still alive!

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released February 14, 2017

The samples used on the album from OST "Amnesia: Machine for pigs" by Jessica Curry:
1. Mors Praematura
2. The extent of the evil
4. Fields of Hecate

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Genesis not planet Нижний Новгород, Russian Federation

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Track Name: The extent of the Evil
Меры праведных наречий зла
И тлеющих систем
Ослабит натиском терзаний тщетных
Последний столп сметёт безликий шторм...
Оставив чёрным лёд бездонных мнений

Достань со дна встречавших перелом
Пока не явит тьма последний залп в тебе и мне...

Время шьёт стежками рот
В спину дышит смерть - встречай эскорт...эскорт смерти...

Каждый прожитый миг
Изрыгая останками тел
Разбитый в своих отражениях
Я видел как рушится небо!!!

Мы не угаснем от ран
Оставив сердце взамен
Бесплотным душам ,
Птенцам разорённых грёз
Не пробить бетонных стен...
В нас...