Groans to the Guilty

by Foscor

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1.
Here you have, the dreadful sound of perish Mentally tired and bored Thousand faces affront me, through corridors of hope Penitent am I but guilty their sentence Subtle wounds received, and here comes the Life Hidden eyes show the splendour Approach violent pride Dual wall enclose the scruples Dust and bones compose the mutter Nail down soul burnt and laid in books for liars Mistrust grown hard again a poor desire Fair icon’s shake the human shall dissent!!! Source of delight in the land of worms Sorrow Groans to the man who deserves reward False oath
2.
It seems they live trapped in a nest The cot of Amber Gutless sons, behind imperfection Rabid hands, loose thrill, seems pale While dares hit fragile minds Circles of ragged specters Where sounds the thud As a premonition, world smells conviction Its stupid rules The constant gust, could shrivel The light, a primal fear… that sicken!!! Come, get free, and touch!!! The flavors of the Death affliction Leave and break at least!!! These chains are bounds which binds the reason A line, a sigh, a hill of human lies Stands up so high and far from wisdom The being just override, the hidden widow It seems they fit in the amber cot Closed, this world is amber!!!
3.
Holes without floor… Sounds without ground… Precious visions found, which could make me fall Again afraid again, can seasons let me break This is the moment for the else, A unique mind, instead of a sleeping sense, While creature pays, the reason hits the man Anxious eyes, these four walls will not change, Shining skies, among this world and Death, Here is the break, I miss and never ends How to use, the fix… How to live, this fear… The else behold, the else behead, Eludes all hopes the Autumn gives, Today comes and grow the most aggressive thirst In case the seasons break The human mind could see and feel the double edge Murder… How it was?? Pleasure… No remorse!!
4.
Doctrine… Convince believers Flog the piles that seems almost to shrivel The hilt of pulse hits, displeases flocks Sweaty pilgrim hint at punishment Undivided laws inflicts What Flesh deserves Solitary shapeless lords With dodder walk Raids!!! To the sicken world of the coward sort Graves!!! Override the court in a human form, dodge punishment How pathetic atmosphere Since old creation Piles of bones just should them be Until answers could not sound Pleasant… painful rise Rivers… of warm red lies
5.
S’obren portes, es trenquen vides enllaçades Senten por d’esser estimades Ombres sense, aquella negra flama d’ànsia Que vers el temps es torna gràcia El pes del fum recau en mi... Al llarg de tardes buides on les fulles xiuxiuejen El seu cos nu d’aspre sentir... És musa per la rauxa, un fred roent que el seny rebaixa I son... Buida’t jove, pren la corba dolça Pren-me tendre, fruir el dolor no és massa Xiscla, gemega, la carn si és freda Mostra la resta, és l’hivern que el goig reclama Forçant l’esclat de joia És la forma de mirar-me que em gela Sencera la musa em cerca Blancs paissatges que dominen el sexe Quan s’esboça la Mort
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05:05
Per un semblant que anhela el temps del son Un risc llunyà quan ferm trepitjes, la vida Un sòl record, perduda estima Desvetlla l’alba i tanca el cor que prou ja deixes dret al cim del dol Plors... la vetlla crida I mira ben a prop la teva mort... Llegat i enigma Refuig per por Plors... la vetlla crida I mira ben a prop la teva mort... La falsa eixida No els treu del fosc temor Roentes brides, lligam de carn i flames vives S’atança el vol, l’eterna brisa Mort!!! En vida... Mort!!! Que estrenys el pont... Dolça mort!!! Minsa espera i un moment Condemna trista i vaga, un renec mirant el cel
8.
How true can be the life?? Depending on the side The point of view let’s lie, the image Double edge the mirror shows and set When falseness blend the being and suffer Bleak future seems to come, to the faceless Casual words degrade the sons, of the city Bleak reality becomes, Dead dank corner, hush!!! Disrupt!!! Injure!!! Jolt!!! Mad creatures reign… Mirrors read the void… Deserts full of gods Icons which dirty water cover Walls caught the senseless words Their blind mute eyes landscapes open
9.
Craving pain seems, the song of all my life And disguise the beauty rise Reminds depths, while descends mine Hail the black one, taste her eyes and tongue Looking for the pain The seal of beauty ripped on the skin Searching holders once again The cowl hides Death The sense of sin brings sharpness Chains around fears to learn Shows trust and traces of where should them reside Looking for the pain The seal of beauty ripped on the skin Searching holders once again The cowl hides Death
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06:13
Visc per ser oblidat, Veig un munt de dies que no expliquen tot plegat Resto a a un clot apart, S’atançen hores i vetllades del demà Risc de caure en la cloenda de la vida Melangia o anyorança del passat Prest escric pàgines buides D’altra banda és la solemna soledat Com mai... enmig... com mai!!! Reptes... del cruel destí!! Rostre... de trist sentir!!! Podria dir el teu nom, i viure No és por, sols un somriure Però és fosc, enigma i vida... Jou, coll que abraces Ets feixuc i caus profund com... Sons, hores mortes, sense parla Penso nit i dia com burlar la melangia, em sento sol

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PRESS QUOTES

[8] James Minton for Terrorizer Magazine Sep ‘09
“...‘Groans...’ is a sterling work of modern, progressively-minded BM that were Foscor American and signed to Profund Lore would probably be the favourite band of that annoying hipster you try to avoid getting into conversations with at Sunn O))) gigs”

[4/5] David Sabaté for Mondo Sonoro Sept ‘09
“"Groans To The Guilty”, …, es el mejor ejemplo de ese cruce de sonidos bastardos que el cuarteto sabe impregnar de la crudeza, la densidad y la emotividad latentes en todo buen trabajo del género. De sonoridad envolvente y perturbadora, …”

Pau Navarra for Rock Zone Mar ‘12
“No son Foscor una banda que deje los pequeños detalles al aire o no tenga un cuidado especial en todo aquello que produce bajo su nombre… Uno se da cuenta de que pueden competir con cualquier gran formación internacional…”

credits

released June 14, 2009

Line-up.

Falke: Lead and Rhythm guitars
Nechrist: Drums and Percussion
Fiar: Bass and Vocals
Wilhkiem: Rhythm guitars

Rhythm guitar for Groans to the Guilty opening part originally composed by Morean ( Noneuclid / Dark Fortress )

Credits.

Recorded, mixed and mastered at The Room Studios BCN between March and April 09, Barcelona.
Engineered by Gorka Dresbaj
Produced by Foscor

Lyrics by Fiar
All music written & arranged by Foscor, Autumn - Winter 08/09

Art direction by Foscor
Artwork & Design by Costin Chioreanu for Twilight13Media
Band Photography by Sathorys Elenorth for Silent Places at Colonia Puig, December 08
Logo & Phoenix Icon conceived by Foscor and inspired in the Catalan Modernism Art period

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Foscor Barcelona, Spain

FOSCOR (“Darkness”) hail from Catalonia, with a long artistic tradition with the fin de siècle style of Modernisme (Art Noveau & Jugendstil).

Attracted to and build upon these foundations, they take inspiration from the morbid, decadent, and sick reflections on a rapidly changing society.

May darkness be tragic.
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