OCTOHAWK - Make It On The Crust (Official Video)

Описание: OCTOHAWK - Make It On The Crust (Official Video)
Stream and download the song at https://orcd.co/makeitonthecrust

Octohawk unleash their heaviest track to date: a crushing progressive sludge-metal statement about humanity’s insignificance on a fragile crust above molten chaos, paired with a raw, fully DIY music video made by the band themselves. Released via The Norwegian Sound, this marks the start of Octohawk’s next chapter following Animist and Determinist.

Video by Stian Svorkmo and Stone:Arock Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Kjetil Ottersen at Vektor Facilities

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Lyrics:
RIVERS OF FLAMES BELOW, WE STRIDE ABOVE
WE’RE BALANCING ON EDGES
GIVING STRENGTH TO MY BONE DENSITY
THE GRAVITY DROPS
I RAISE MY HANDS AND STRETCH THEM UP

TO A HELL OF GAP BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT WAS NOT
WHERE GRAVITY SPIKES, LOCK ITS JAWS
AND JUST KEEPS HOLDING ON
COMPRESS AND EXPAND
TO MAKE YOU HOLD, GETTING SQUEEZED IN
BETWEEN THE SUPPORTS
THE SOURCE FOR THE CREAKING DOORS
IF THE EARTH CAN KEEP SPINNING
THROUGH AN ENDLESS NIGHT, THEN I WILL STAND MY FIGHT
AND NOW REALIZING, EVERYTHING AROUND HERE
IS WHAT HOLDS US FROM (THE) FIRE

THE SOIL BENEATH MY FEET REMINDS ME
OF MY OWN INSIGNIFICANCE.
OH MEANINGLESS AND UNCONCEIVABLE
THE CRUST I WALK IS THE FOUNDATION
OF MY VERY OWN BEING.
BUT WE ENDURE, UNBROKEN, UNBENT AND UNYIELDING

TO A HELL OF GAP BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT WAS NOT
WHERE GRAVITY SPIKES, LOCK ITS JAWS
AND JUST KEEPS HOLDING ON
COMPRESS AND EXPAND
TO MAKE YOU HOLD, GETTING SQUEEZED IN
BETWEEN THE SUPPORTS
THE SOURCE FOR THE CREAKING DOORS
IF THE EARTH CAN KEEP SPINNING
THROUGH AN ENDLESS NIGHT, THEN I WILL STAND MY FIGHT
AND NOW REALIZING, EVERYTHING AROUND HERE…

I LIVE- IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT,
AND SING ALL THESE SONGS OUT OF FEAR
IN DUST, I DEFIANTLY MARCH, I STAY ON MY TRAIL
AND FORCE BACK THE IMPULSE TO PUSH THROUGH THE
SELF-INFLICTED VEIL.
JUST TO PROVE YOU WERE RIGHT,
A CONSTANT TO PUT ME ON PLACE
YOU WAIT – TILL THE TIME IS JUST RIGHT

AND YOU’VE BROKEN THE TRUST.
YOU’RE BOUND TO A SPHERE MADE OF IRON TO
MAKE IT ON THE CRUST

I CAN FEEL THE IRON MOVING
SWIRLING RIGHT BENEATH ME, IGNITES.
I CAN BREATHE THE BURNING LIQUID
RISING FROM THE FRACTURES OF NIGHT

THE SOIL BENEATH MY FEET REMINDS ME
OF MY OWN INSIGNIFICANCE.
OH MEANINGLESS AND UNCONCEIVABLE
THE CRUST I WALK IS THE FOUNDATION
OF MY VERY OWN BEING.
BUT WE ENDURE, UNBROKEN, UNBENT AND UNYIELDING

I LIVE – IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT,
AND SING ALL THESE SONGS OUT OF FEAR
IN DUST, I DEFIANTLY MARCH, I STAY ON MY TRAIL
AND FORCE BACK THE IMPULSE TO PUSH THROUGH THE
SELF-INFLICTED VEIL.
JUST TO PROVE YOU WERE RIGHT,
A CONSTANT TO PUT ME ON PLACE
YOU WAIT – TILL THE TIME IS JUST RIGHT
AND YOU’VE BROKEN THE TRUST.
YOU’RE BOUND TO A SPHERE MADE OF IRON TO
MAKE IT ON THE CRUST