We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Hiraeth

by The Southern Oracle

/
1.
Harbinger 01:17
I. HARBINGER / old highs hoax “nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.” - leonardo da vinci
2.
Corrupter 04:56
II. CORRUPTER / with enough shovels dictators, manipulators entitled as caretakers and saviours shoving their lies down our throats. we are the geese expected to gain weight. being kept in a cage, there’s no escape. i see the terror in your face. concrete earth, homeless hearts. hypnotised, paralysed by the reflections on the glass walls of the slaughterhouse. imprisoned by gods and kings, blindfolded by their sway. carved eyes soaking in pain. glimpse of darkness, caped fear. forged power design by hate, feel the difference between church and faith. something evil has taken root, exhume the son entombed. without enough shovels to dig up the truth we fight the battle we can only lose. corruption breeds, veins filled with greed. degenerates under our skin, you ain’t no kin of me. the lies are turning to ashes in your mouth. too much shit, not enough shovels. hoax. still breathing…still fighting…still feeding…still starving… still doubting…still believing… “a nation should not be judged by how it treats it’s highest citizens, but it's lowest ones.” - nelson mandela
3.
Graverobber 03:17
III. GRAVEROBBER / feeding the undead in this world of fire and blood we are the beggars who got robbed. they are the thieves force-feeding us the air we cannot breathe, the rain we cannot touch. but one day a real flood will come and wash all this scum away. But they'll come back in a new wave. driven by the hunger to be loved, chewing on the barrel of a smoking gun. stick tight to the trigger, keep holding on. burn like a witch, death waits for no one. force-feeding the undead, choking on the lies. vanished from the emptied graveyard, wandering around and then when we die we’ll have no place to lay down in this world of fire and blood. “be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.” - malcom x
4.
Angelmaker 01:23
IV. ANGELMAKER / pre-sale salvation deathbed priest, sitting on the sidewalk of the maze. waiting for the undead to pass the gates. hold his hand, he walks you through the holy lands. he’s gonna bring hell down on your head. casts terror into the heart of the unbeliever. fear and loathing, painful moaning. we ain’t no saints but he gives us wings. the past glory does not excuse present guilt but you can always buy yourself out, do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. “all religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.” - edgar allan poe
5.
Palmreader 03:43
V. PALMREADER / what is love if i am tragedy? here’s my hand, tell me the truth, i kneel down to beg. what is love? i thought i knew the meaning of all but it turned out i was wrong. all i am is nothing but tragedy. they say time will heal, time will tell. palmreader, show me the truth. i kneel down to beg, just give me an answer, i have the right question. i thought i knew the meaning of all but it turned out all i am is nothing but tragedy, a downfall and i can’t escape the gravity. what is love if i’m tragedy? the end is anything but promising just like the beginning. here’s my hand, show me the future because i’m sick of the past and i can’t stand the fact that they fuck up our lives no matter how much we care. i’m proud to be maladjusted, rather be rejected by a nation built on prejudice. for all the goodness in my heart i thank you mother and i’m thankful for all the scoundrelous thoughts in my head to you father. i know i’m not an exemplary son to be proud of but i try my fucking best to be a good brother. “soha le nem mondani, soha el nem csüggedni, ha kell, mindig újra kezdeni.” - kossuth lajos
6.
Skypusher 03:25
VI. SKYPUSHER / neon gods evil is the root of all money growing from the blackest soil. no way to cut it. od’d on reign. selfish axe bleeds out cocaine. mind awake, body asleep. chaos between periods of space. snow white doves circling around, shitting all over your cameras. cctv in operation, recording feedstock for the mixture. censured, cut, teased and victimised. screening in hd to paralyse. like miracles on a church ceiling, or as demons who live in basements merging in the darkness. it's a post apocalyptic nightmare. number of the beast is no more 666, only 1s and 0s, countless digits. leaders of tomorrow shaping the world for us. cgi tanks fighting wars that are already lost. the king has his reign, then he dies, the only question is: on his knees or standing tall? heavenwards. neon gods. i keep pushing towards the sky, just keep talking you rat fucks. “if you get up in the morning and think the future is going to be better, it is a bright day. otherwise, it’s not.“ - elon musk
7.
VII. MOUTHBREATHER / no routine i’ve tried not to hate but i failed. it’s not you, i loathe myself for how i let my way to be misled. but you know, lies travel faster than the truth. you went from pretender to fraud. false face must hide what the false heart does know. your hand, your tongue look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it. dead end street or left hand path there's no third way, it's a violent place. confusion now has made it’s masterpiece. i won't give up, i won't give in, no more routine. burn the curtains, let the light, in no more routine. clear the mirrors, i need to face my conscience. the truth is like fire, my throat is scorched. smoke signs of hope floating above, across the river of brutality. drive me to the abyss, let go of me. how low is low enough for you to trample me down deeper and deeper in the mud? “truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.“ - gustav klimt
8.
Pretender 03:21
VIII. PRETENDER / new lows our traditions define us, dynasties comprise a rich vein of ore. rusty minds with elastic thoughts bent by the plastic messiah for a reachable price. pretender, you’re slipping away, further and further in the ocean of tears. you became the sheep among the wolves. no one can save you anymore. losing all hope is your freedom but it doesn’t matter how you fall, it’s how you land. bottomfeeder, take a look in the mirror of the pain. you’re chased by fear, you’re slipping away. perpetrator, take a look at the face of a coward, it’s the back of your head as you’re running away. “it is sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.” - henry rollins
9.
Rendszer 02:12
IX. RENDSZER / koholt tömegek 
valahol harag s derű között megrekedtünk. üres koponyák közöt király a félkegyelmű. trónja a magasba tartva, alatta milliók rogyadoznak. a teljhatalom mindent átitat, nem maradt más nekünk csak az áhitat. a pénz a fegyver s ha fogytán a lőszer, várt megoldást láncon kínál annak ki szökni próbál. a szabadság rögös útja magányos, de muszáj egyedül nekivágnod. ha nincs aki segít, üsd a vasat amíg a tűz hevít. gazember már az isten is ebben a csúnya világban. nem maradt más nekünk csak az áhitat. önkény uralom, diktatúra. a demokratikus rendszer csupán álca, koholt tömegek opiátja, hamis társadalmunk ragasztója. falakat húznak, lövészárkok határolnak. gazdagok és nyomorultak egymástól egyre távolabb. sóvárgunk egy jobb világ után, de a néma ellenállás süket fülekre sem talál. robajló zokogás visszhangja századokon át kering körülöttünk, apadatlan könnyünkben mosdanak a keselyűk. mikor lettél urrá rajtunk, ó képzelet? istentelen imáiddal istenien hízelegsz. domború jövőképben hamis hírnevek, homorú árnyékként fakuló vízjelek. nem vagy más, csupán a tisztelet iránti vágy, mely a jól ismert magasságokból eddig felderítetlen mélységekbe ránt.

about

There's a bonus track if you buy the digital version here or purchase the limited digipack CD.

credits

released December 9, 2018

all music & lyrics written and performed by the southern oracle © 2018
guitars & bass recorded by kornél farkas
vocals recorded by dániel ivánfi
drums recorded at trashhill studios by péter csobánczi
mix & master by józsef kiss at area51 studio
artwork & layout by barnabás kókai for barber’s art
printed by hdcopy.hu
released by: metal.hu

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

The Southern Oracle Budapest, Hungary

contact / help

Contact The Southern Oracle

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like The Southern Oracle, you may also like: