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Hay una fuente niña que la llaman del amor donde bailan los luceros y la Luna con el Sol.

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No, cosa sono adesso non lo so sono un uomo, un uomo in cerca di se stesso! No, cosa sono adesso non lo so, sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo… Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già: il giorno come sempre sarà!

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Really done it now (sold out) But to who, what, when, where and how, Yeah, really done it now (sold out) I've taken my cut And corporate rock really sucks

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Past midnight, the killing of thieves, Crooks, and servants of the governor was done The celebration of Christmas in Sogndal begun

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Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen

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I'm sitting here alone in darkness waiting to be free, Lonely and forlorn I'm crying I long for my time to come death means just life Please let me die in solitude

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All my designs, simplified And all of my plans, compromised All of my dreams, sacrificed Arriving somewhere, but not here

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Heavenly army of God is falling Far beyond, as in ancient times Heavenly army of God is burning

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Takes another drink or two Things look better when she's through

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Behind these eyes lies a mind Controlled by the thrill of a kill They've put a price on your head You don't mind, you've got a dream to fulfill It satisfies your every need There's no way you will stop A normal man in a normal world A disguise that you'll never drop

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The starting point is magic realism, which is a literature genre [in which magical elements appear in a realistic settings, think Pan's Labyrinth] that is spawned from the post-Colonial conflict in South American countries during the '40s, '50s and '60s, which includes the work of [Jorge Luis] Borges, [Ernesto] Sábato, [Gabriel Garcia] Marquez, [Julio] Cortázar, and there's two sides of this concept. The first side is that I wanted create this text, lyrics, in the same style of writing as these authors, which is very multi-layered, very intertextual, mixed between normal stories and this heightened, fevered kind of reality that is more twisted and maybe even magic. There's different levels in the text interacting with each other and some hidden meanings to them. And the other part of the concept is, when I started studying this literature genre I realized they were all part of post-modernism and post-structuralism, and these authors were really against one way of explaining the world or one way of explaining reality, and I was really intrigued by that. Therefore, the lyrics are written by me, I created them once, but when you read them or listen to them you create them again into your own context, into your reality. So the concept of the album is ever-changing and deals with the idea that we have to conquer or reconquer reality every day, every single one of us and nothing is what it seems.

Tomas Lindberg on the concept of AWWR

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I don't know why my speakers sound so crackly but I will find whoever is responsible and scoop their eyes out with a spork.

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Struggling against the fumes Poisoning the hearts Fighting the chains, to penetrate the clouds Pulsating life in the ancient womb Encapsulated in forces of old

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We ride down my enemies On their half-hearted flight. No voice of mercy, no evangels of light. Strong wind-magic mist To Asgaard the Valkyries fly High overhead, where they carry the dead Where the blood of my enemy lies.

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The sun taunts you In everything you do Like a substance that works for everyone else But has no effect on you It shines for places You’ll never go It shines for people You’ll never know You believe that in your entire life You will never feel What it’s like So you turn away Dream about an escape A hole in the earth deep and cool That you could climb down into

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have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough

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New Bloodbath, At the Gates, and Job for a Cowboy. This has been a good week.