Festival Presentations

WITH FULL FORCE Festival 2014 (Germany) - Our Band Recommendations

ARCHITECTS - BEING AS AN OCEAN - COMEBACK KID - HATEBREED - HUNDREDTH - KATAKLYSM - MEMPHIS MAY FIRE - SEPULTURA - STICK TO YOUR GUNS

May 23rd, 2014, by Tobe


 

 

 


 

 

 

Our selection of bands you NEED to check out because of

their PROFOUND LYRICS (listed in alphabetical order):

 

 

 


 

 

 

ARCHITECTS

 

 

 

BandsOnFire.com LYRICS FEATURE for their 2014 album "Lost Forever // Lost Together"

 

Check out the full "LOST FOREVER // LOST TOGETHER" Album Lyrics, adapted from vocals word for word, so you can read along with every word while listening to the album! Stream "LOST FOREVER // LOST TOGETHER" in its entirety here (for Germany) or here (for the rest of the world)!

 

 

 


"Das Quintett aus dem britischen Brighton gehört zu den wenigen Gottbands, die es scheinbar mühelos schaffen, alle erdenklichen Einflüsse aus allen Winkeln der Szene ohne erkennbaren Plan zu bündeln - und trotzdem einen eigenständigen, markanten und seelensaugend genialen Sound zu kreieren. Wütend-dissonante Mathcore-Andeutungen wechseln sich hier songdienlich mit hypnotisch-epischen Refrains, und während fragil-elektronische Finstersterne am Firmament der ARCHITECTS funkeln, holt die Band unvermittelt zum gehässigen Tritt in den Unterleib aus. Vor allem das aktuelle Album „Lost Forever // Lost Together“ ist ein schwarzer Diamant im Zepter des Metalcore. Eine absolute Muss-Band auf dem WFF 2014!"

 

 

 

 

 

THESE COLOURS DON’T RUN - These streets aren’t paved with gold. Don’t believe everything that you’re told. Deception hides in all you see. Corruption hides in the air that you breathe. // And in the land of the free, you know nothing comes for free. Fourth drive in paradise, vapid souls check the market price. // Lifetime slave living in a suburban grave. If there was a God (…was a God…) you would be the death of Him. // These colours don’t run like colour from the face. Eyes roll back, chemical despair. It’s true what they say– life isn’t fair! // So repeat this line: "Everything, everything is fine…" So repeat this line: "Everything, everything is fine…" // These colours don’t run like colour from the face. Eyes roll back, chemical despair. It’s true what they say– life isn’t fair! // And in the land of the free, you know, nothing comes for free. // I’m struggling to find any poetry in this. Someone beat me to the line: "Ignorance is bliss…" So I guess I’ll just say it how it is: You had it all– YOU FUCKING PIGS! // These streets aren’t paved with gold. Don’t believe everything that you’re told. Deception hides in all you see. Corruption hides in the AIR– YOU– BREATHE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

EVEN IF YOU WIN, YOU’RE STILL A RAT - Your life is ending one minute at a time. Check the clock and stand in line. Hibernate, till your... till your life’s passed you by. Please stop living like you’re waiting to die. // Keep up, keep up, don’t get left behind. Don’t slip up, slip up, chase that finish line. They don’t want you believing that your life deserves a meaning. // Weary souls trying to forget that we’re all puppets with a lifetime debt. // What a feeling, built to break, happiness with an expiry date. Please stop living like you’re waiting to die... Please stop living like you’re waiting to die. // Stitched into our lives, drained until we expire. Weary soul’s trying to forget that we’re all puppets with a lifetime debt. We’re all weary soul’s trying to forget... // Keep two eyes on that intangible finish line. In this race we’re all reduced to vermin. Keep two eyes on that intangible finish line. In this race we’re all reduced... we’re all reduced to vermin. // Stitched into our lives, drained until we expire. Your life is ending one minute at a time. Weary soul’s trying to forget that we’re all puppets with a lifetime debt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GRAVEDIGGER - An iron fist in a velvet glove. Another vulture posing as a dove. Do you have no shame? Look at what you’ve become. You are the reason we are bitter and then some. ...bitter and then some. // They sing of saviours, we sing of sorrow. But we’re still holding on for dear life. // You sold us all down the river. I hope you choke on the vows that you failed to deliver. You said you’d change the world, but death still flies east. The blind lead the blind, so we bomb for peace. // Gravedigger (gravedigger), there’s blood on your hands. You built this empire on salt and sand. Not all is fair in love and war. History repeats, we’ve seen this all before. We’ve given the vampires the keys to the blood bank. // They say the more things change, the more they stay the same. While the liars leech, the crooked preach. So lie through your teeth, lie like you mean it. It beggars belief, do you really think that we still fucking believe it? You fucking parasite. There’s no room in here for an honest man, only callous and cold hearts. // Gravedigger (gravedigger), there’s blood on your hands. You built this empire on salt and sand. Not all is fair in love and war. History repeats, we’ve seen it all before. // Oppressor, you built this empire on salt and sand. Oppressor, you built this empire on salt and sand. // An iron fist in a velvet glove. Another vulture posing as a dove. Do you have no shame? Look at what you’ve become. You are the reason we are bitter and then some. ...bitter and then some. // They sing of saviours, we sing of sorrow. But we’re still holding on for dear life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DEVIL IS NEAR - Hey, hey... They live this day and night. This is sacrifice, no fucking compromise. Hey, hey... They have the heart to resist. While the hunters hunt, they will persist. // This is where tragedy is bought and sold. It seems their pain is worth it’s weight in gold. You know they’re here when the water is red. Our fading life support is hanging by a thread. // A message etched on broken ships. // Hey, hey... They live this day and night. This is sacrifice, no fucking compromise. Hey, hey... They have the heart to resist. While the hunters hunt, they will persist. // And you can hear them cry, they’re calling out, to their mother lost, she’s bleeding out. ...she’s bleeding out. // Their innocence is heaven sent. Their malevolence, it will not relent. A graveyard sits upon the shore. They won’t swim together anymore. // The tide will rush with waves of fear. Selling souls, the devil is near. The tide will rush in waves of fear. Selling souls, the devil is near. ...the devil is near. // "If we’re gonna survive on this planet, we have to respect the rights of all those species to survive. Cause we need them more than they need us." // A message etched on broken ships. We’ll be here til corruption quits. There is a voice, though they cannot speak. Not yet ready to admit defeat. // You can hear them cry, they’re calling out, to their mother lost, she’s bleeding out. You can hear them cry, they’re calling out, to their mother lost, she’s bleeding out. // Their tragedy is bought and sold. It seems their pain is worth it’s weight in gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

DEAD MAN TALKING - These martyrs seek no adoration. No promises of god’s salvation. They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet. They hung the heroes. They hung the heroes. // You’ve got to watch your back. You’ve got to swallow fear. Cover your tracks, or you might disappear. They found the words to speak unspeakable things. And they struck the air from the chests of kings. // These martyrs seek no adoration. No promises of god’s salvation. They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet. They hung the heroes. They hung the heroes. // If you were caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, would you run and hide, or stand for what you believe? Maybe Orwell was right all along. They think this spells the end, it’s only just begun. // These martyrs seek no adoration. No promises of god’s salvation. They kicked the ladder from beneath their feet. They hung the heroes. They hung the heroes. // If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun. Swear that you won’t forget. Swear that you won’t forget. // If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun. Swear that you won’t forget. Swear that you won’t forget. // Tell the rats to get back in the gutter. We’ll be watching, we’re always watching. // You try to stamp them out, you’ll only fan the flames. This is for all the snakes: Fuck you. So hold your forked tongue. You’ve got us spitting nails. I’m gonna to say it straight. Fuck you. // If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun. Swear that you won’t forget. If you find your feet, you can eclipse the sun. They think this spells the end, it’s only just begun.

 

 

 

 


 
 
 

BEING AS AN OCEAN





Stream their 2014 album "HOW WE BOTH WONDROUSLY PERISH" in full here, and their 2012 album "DEAR G–D" here!





"Die sträflich unterbewerteten Postcore-Amis werden die Allermeisten vor allem wegen ihrer auffällig-schrulligen Designs aus den schicken Impericon-Aufklebertütchen kennen. Bedeutet: Diese Zeitgenossen verpassen grandiose Musik, die es nun per WFF einzupfeifen gilt. BEING AS AN OCEAN verbinden eine einmalig aggressiv-sicken „Soft-Röchelgesang“ mit überraschend clean gerockten und von zahllosen Arpeggios gestützten Songwunderwerken in feinster DREDG-Tradition. Stücke, die vor originellen Melodien triefen und diese in progressiver Machart zu genialen Klanglandschaften verweben - immer auf der richtigen Seite der Zugänglichkeit. Geist ist hier nie Selbstzweck, sondern überzeugende Triebfeder. Große Band!"



 
 
THE PEOPLE THAT SHARE MY NAME [written about the infamous Westboro Baptist Church] - Listen up, these are the things I’ve been dying to say to you. I won’t engage in conversation littered with self-righteous rage. Because before the words were out of my mouth you already judge what I have to say. If you ripped me open instead of judging my surface through pretense and hidden purpose, you would truly find a heart stamped with the Name of whom I give my service. // Division, despite best intentions. Dissonance, none truly exists except that which was created by biased hands. // Love has called me out of who I’ve been, to bring me to the right hand and dine with Him. So keep slander from your tongues, lest you be wrung and found to be wanting of the Love that has redeemed everything. // Division, despite best intentions. Dissonance, none truly exists except that which was created by biased hands. // Give grace freely away, instead of claiming for yourself the blessings of YHWH (Yahweh). You twist the tool that was meant to light the way into a creature of your own, peddling hate. The only abominations are those that we create. You have ripped apart the broken limb from limb. You have separated parents from their own kids. How dare you speak of grace while you wave your signs of hate right in our face. All the lives you’ve ruined, the souls you’ve turned away. How are we supposed to fly if you clip our wings? // This is not Ecclesia the way He meant for it to be. Keep bastardizing His name. One day you’ll be set free from this religion, all the false glory and fame. Look in the eyes of a broken man and keep telling him he’s the one to blame. And you wonder why I’m hesitant to share your name. Because you’ve missed the point completely. And I hate your hate.
 
 




 
DEATH’S GREAT BLACK WING SCRAPES THE AIR - We shout up at the sky until our mouths are bloody and dry. Screaming out at a God that seems to be blind to the suffering of us here below; those pushed aside. Look around and witness the weight of this darkness, I can assure you that ignorance is not bliss. And simply because we’ve adorned our eyes with such arrogance does not mean the unspeakable will cease. Wicked men hoarding necessities, while their fellow men die of sickness and disease. // Our children are still starving, doubled over in pain from the grumbling. Dying loved ones whither and fade. The person we knew stripped away. (All we love will fade. All we love is stripped away.) And men killing their dearest in a fit of rage, instead of putting the past behind, and turning a new page. And mothers drown their baby’s in their sleep as a reprieve, cause they don’t know the next time that they’ll eat. // (Now’s the time for knowledge.) We still defile and abuse the innocent, like items to be sold or owned. (Now’s the time for Truth.) Slavery and prostitution is no place for a nine year old. So rage, so rage. (Now’s the time for knowledge.) Cry out at the angry sky. Let the emotion fall from your eyes. // I tell you the truth, YHWH (Yahweh) rages with you. He hears your frantic pleas. Believe me when I say, "He is not some distant thing!" If you’re quiet for a while, you might just hear Him breathe. // He’s stood at the bedside of the lowly. Shoulders heaving, His head in His hands. Grieving with a Father’s heart, come to retrieve another wayward lamb. It’s up to us to hold each others’ dignity. Recognize we’ve chosen the wrong enemy. Hate, ignorance, and inhumanity are what we should be battling. Now’s the time for knowledge. Now’s the time for Truth. Humanity has already suffered so much abuse. We must take responsibility, and do away with apathy. Unlearn society’s teachings to be blind and selfish. Because what you must learn is that the problem is us.
 
 


 
 
IF THEY’RE NOT COUNTED, COUNT ME OUT - There is such hope in the stories we’ve been told. Recounted endless times by the aging and old. Tales of peace, worship and holy places. Palaces adorned with gold and lofty terraces. But I’m always left with quiet dismay, ’cause I’m told that some of those I love won’t be with me. So I’m left behind in an eternal place. Cause the ones who meant the most didn’t receive Your grace. They called it beautiful, but to me it holds nothing that is holy. I can only know what I’ve seen. And what I’ve seen is that You’ve made us clean, given us the right to be anything we want to be. Why would You give me eyes to see and then deny me these? Eternity is a lock found inside our hearts and You’ve handed Humanity the key. So I won’t be swayed by fantasies of unquenchable flames or some place of torment, the damned never to see Your face. // We are all Your creation. You love us all the same. A Father doesn’t sit idly by while His children are maimed. I’ve seen true Grace. I promise you we will never feel the lick of those flames. Where Death is your glory? Where Death is your sting? For we are all children of the King. Every last one an eternal being. So I’ll reject your fear and hatred. For I bring Good News that will be for all nations! I’ve seen wholeness in the broken. I’ve seen health in the sick. Why do we stifle the Word You’ve spoken? If it kills me, I’ll tear these walls down brick by brick. I’ve seen hospitality in the homeless. I’ve seen Light in the darkness. And I’ve seen hope in the damned. So if all that has meant the most to me isn’t present after my last breath, count me with the fallen sheep and send me to the depths.
 
 


 
 
IT’S REALLY NOT AS COMPLICATED AS YOU’RE MAKING IT OUT TO BE - [Mahatma Gandhi audio recording] "I do dimly perceive that while everything around me is ever-changing, ever-dying, there is underlying all that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves, and recreates. That informing power or spirit is God, and since nothing else that I see merely through the senses can or will persist, He alone is. And is this power benevolent or malevolent? I see it as purely benevolent. For I can see that in the midst of death, Life persists. In the midst of untruth, Truth persists. In the midst of darkness, Light persists. Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light. He is Love. He is the supreme good. But He is no god who merely satisfies the intellect, if He ever does. God to be God must rule the heart and transform it. He must express Himself in every smallest act of His votary. It is proved not by extraneous evidence, but in the transformed conduct and character of those who have felt the real presence of God within. To reject this evidence is to deny oneself. This realization is preceded by an immovable faith. He who would, in his own person, test the fact of God’s presence, can do so by a living faith, and since faith itself cannot be proved by extraneous evidence, the safest course is to believe in the law of Truth and Love. Exercise of faith will be the safest where there is a clear determination summarily to reject all that is contrary to Truth and Love. I confess that I have no argument to convince through reason. Faith transcends reason. All that I can advise is not to attempt the impossible." [Mahatma Gandhi audio recording]
 
 


 
 
WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME - Let the Kingdom fall on this place, those who have never felt Your love feel Your warm embrace. We will proclaim Your continuing creation, made evident by our many reconciliations. The blind will see, the deaf will hear. Loving with every ounce of our being. We are made whole as we draw near. We will see Your purpose brought about on this earth. // Men, made giants out of pain and dirt. Those of us brought up in broken homes don’t have to fear, we will be made whole. This world we used to view as broken Is truly a masterpiece in progress, set in motion by the Words that were spoken. We can choose to stay on the wayside and watch others grow, while our spirits die. Or we can pick up our tools and chisel away at this life, revealing a perfect plan. This world is not past redeeming. Creating perfection will take quiet patience, and a love that’s endearing. We will not stray. We will not tarry. And in the end, we’ll see all unbelief dead and buried. The blind will see. The deaf will hear. Loving with every ounce of our being. We are made whole as we draw near. No one will leave this room sick, ’cause You are especially fond of All. And we have faith that You can do this. We have faith.
 
 


 

DEAR G–D - As I pen these things, it might literally be all I have. Ink on paper. Does any of this matter? Then I’m reminded of what I’ve seen, the places I love and the people I’ve been. Only Love could have brought me to this place. Holding in me a joyful heart while spit covers my face. I’ve come to forgive those who’ve wronged me, knowing that they’ve helped make me into exactly who You intended me to be. // I’m trying my best to be a better man, despite all my fears, I really am. I’m trying my best to be a better man (I’m trying my best), despite all my fears, I really am. // I write these things to remind myself that amidst this darkness, there still remains Light, Hope, and a perfect plan. For the first time in my life, I am writing for the sake of writing, living for the sake of living, loving for the sake of loving. And I’ll live. // So you can call this sort of life a hopeless endeavor, that this tiny vessel could ever endure such violent weather. Call it pointless. I’ll continue to carry out Grace nonetheless. I will scream it till my face is blue. There is a point to all of this and it’s always been You.
 
 













 



 

 

 

COMEBACK KID

 
 
 
BROADCASTING... - A common threat sits in our house. They keep on warning me, but I’m not always listening. And yesterday I heard the news of fire at my doorstep. But this morning they’re just disputing semantics, disputing semantics. // Blatantly apparent. Necessary illusions, broadcasting… // Releasing, persuading, compliance, compliance. Releasing, persuading, compliance, compliance. // The common threat sits in our house, but I feel so far, so far removed, removed, removed. The common threat sits in our house, but I feel so far, so far removed. Keep the production rolling. // Please provide us with guidance (provide us), with guidance. // Fake it, amuse me. Necessary abusing. Broadcasting… // Releasing, persuading, compliance, compliance. Releasing, persuading, compliance, compliance. // The common threat sits in our house, but I feel so far, so far removed, removed, removed. The common threat sits in our house, but I feel so far, so far removed. // Keep the production rolling. Keep the production rolling. Keep the production rolling. Rolling!




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

HATEBREED

 
 
"Sie sind einfach nicht zu fassen: Immer wenn man glaubt, die gewichtigste Hardcoreband der Szene müssen sich die Nackenhaare vom grimmigen Atem ihrer Verfolger ansengen lassen, packen die New Yorker HATEBREED die Eisenfaust aus und machen klar, dass sie eine Klasse für sich sind – und bleiben werden. Sollte also bei dieser Stamm-Granate des WFF irgendwann jemand was von „Ermüdungserscheinungen“ genuschelt haben, dann sammelt er sich wohl gerade die blutigen Beißerchen aus der Mundhöhle: Immerhin hat er 2013 mit „The Divinity of Purpose“ eines der fettesten und abwechslungsreichsten HATEBREED-Alben ever in die Fresse bekommen. Macht Euch also wieder mal gefasst – auf die volle Packung tonaler Dresche von einer Legende!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

HUNDREDTH

 




BandsOnFire.com ALBUM PRESENTATION PAGE & LYRICS FEATURE for their 2013 "Revolt" EP

 

Check out our comprehensive "REVOLT" EP Presentation Page with the full lyrics adapted from
vocals word for word, so you can read along with every word while listening to the album!

2014 "RESIST" EP: Full EP Stream – 2013 "REVOLT" EP: Album Presentation Page – Full EP StreamFull EP Lyrics !

2011 album "LET GO": Album Presentation PageFull Album StreamFull Album Lyrics !

2010 album "WHEN WILL WE SURRENDER":
Album Presentation PageFull Album StreamFull Album Lyrics !




Read what WITH FULL FORCE Festival writes about HUNDREDTH (only in German):

"Besser als HUNDREDTH aus South Carolina kann man melodischen Metalcore kaum mit Postrock aufspritzen: Die Truppe hat einen sympathisch eigenständigen Mittelweg zwischen den Subgenres gefunden, um kribbeligen Energie-Hochdruck der verschärften 30-SECONDS-TO-MARS-Klasse mit intelligent-großartigen Riffhooks und atmosphärischen Strukturkunstwerken zusammenzubringen. Die beiden Alben „When Will We Surrender“ und „Let Go“ sind Perlen - unbedingt abchecken diese Truppe, die zudem eine eigene Hilfsorganisation ins Leben gerufen hat, um weltweit Menschen den Zugang zu sauberem Trinkwasser zu ermöglichen. Respekt!"




 

 

SAVAGES - It’s time we question the things we’ve ignored. Ravage the blood-bought wealth they’ve stored through genocide. // Spirits of the wicked, you stack bills, they stack bodies. Numb to empathy. Spirits of the wicked, you stack bills, they stack bodies. Barbaric camaraderie. // You refuse to clean up the mess you’ve made. You’re leaving land once cherished now a desert of graves... desert of graves. You stack bills, and they keep stacking bodies. // We lay in false comfort, while the savages take hold. Debt is the currency of slaves, unless we rise in revolt. // Rise in revolt... Rise in revolt... Rise in revolt... // Spirits of the wicked, you stack bills, they stack bodies. Numb to empathy. Spirits of the wicked, you stack bills, they stack bodies. Barbaric camaraderie. // We lay in false comfort, while the savages take hold. Debt is the currency of slaves. Stand up. Rise in revolt... revolt... revolt... revolt... revolt... revolt...







FREE MIND / OPEN SPIRIT - As civilization reaches a point of no return, we must begin to value action rather than (just) concern. Released from bondage, our minds now free. Spirits open to embrace humanity. // Tear down the "just us system". Top of the pyramid. Mass hysteria. Revoke our right to live. // We can stand or rot where we lay. Nothing less than war. Revolution of the enslaved. Revolution of the enslaved... // Minds now free. Spirits open. Embrace humanity. // Tear down the "just us system". Top of the pyramid. Mass hysteria. Revoke our right to live. // We can stand or rot where we lay. Nothing less than war. Revolution of the enslaved.




 

 

RESIST - Believing our fate is dictated by that of which it was created, leaves the human struggle unmediated, leaving destiny separated between the isolated and manipulated. // The human spirit deteriorated by fear of being castigated, for refusing to bow to thrones predicated by the falsely consecrated. // Under human rule we are dominated. The more indoctrinated, the more emaciated. As we adopt blind faith we disregard thought and choose to obey. // The choice lies with the manipulated, whether to be incarcerated or emancipated. Power reinstated to the people now, back where it originated. Rehabilitated. // All power eliminated. All wealth circulated. All thrones eradicated. All humanity rehabilitated. // Embrace thought and never obey. // The choice lies with the manipulated, whether to be incarcerated or emancipated. Power reinstated to the people now, back where it originated. Rehabilitated.

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHELTER - Separation from everything. Separation from everything. // You boarded up your mind with whatever you could find. You chose shelter over the storm so you could still smile. You thought hiding from the truth would be worthwhile. // I’d rather be awake and fight the misery. I’ll waste away if I stay asleep in my apathy. I’m not satisfied, trapped in a lie, locked inside, self-defiled, mental suicide. // I see further, and I feel more finely. And if that burden be the curse with which I must walk the Earth, it’s a price worth paying. // Does the body rule the mind, or does the mind rule the body? I think I finally know… I think I finally know… // We have to fold something to make ends meet, backed into a corner and forced to live on our knees. They shun those who think, and silence those who speak, but fuck authority, leaders make us weak. // I’d rather be awake and fight the misery. I’ll waste away if I stay asleep in my apathy. I’m not satisfied, trapped in a lie, locked inside, self-defiled, mental suicide. // Shelter your mind for a little while, from the cold truth outside. Shelter your mind for a little while, from the cold truth outside. // Evacuate. Evacuate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

WAGE - "Yes, I’m talking about a non-violent revolution of consciousness. A consciousness that is able to understand how we’re all inextricably connected to each other on this Earth and to the Earth itself and that if we violate those fundamental principles, we do so at our own peril. Yes, we can continue to live in this delusion and the denials of reality because it’s painful, it’s frightening. Sometimes, it’s terrifying. It’s terrifying to face the truth. So I ask each of you to search your hearts, as to what your truth is, for being a citizen of the earth, promoting justice as a foundation for peace. It’s not going to happen magically. It’s not going to happen by relying on these political structures and institutions. I think we’re going to have to wage peace in the most extraordinary ways whether our government wants it or not. Without a non-violent revolution of consciousness, we will not survive as a civilization or as a planet. We can choose to have peace if we want to pay the price. And what more glorious goal than peace for all people? To build a new society, a society that understands that we are not worth more, and they are not worth less. And that we will be willing to pay the price and take the risks to wage peace with all fellow and sister human beings." - S. Brian Willson

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 
 
 

MEMPHIS MAY FIRE





Read what WITH FULL FORCE Festival writes about MEMPHIS MAY FIRE (only in German): (coming soon!)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

KATAKLYSM





Read what WITH FULL FORCE Festival writes about KATAKLYSM (only in German):

"Ding inne Schnauze! Meckerern, die bei der kanadischen Überschall-Maschinenkanone KATAKLYSM in den letzten Jahren einen schleichenden Platten am Panzer bemerkt haben wollten, bricht das aktuelle Album „Waiting For The End To Come“ den nörgeligen Dudu-Finger. Und zwar stilecht mit einer satanischen Kruppstahlpresse: Rasender Death-Fuckin’-Metal wird hier auf einem düsteren, beängstigenden Niveau entfesselt, welches diese Band-Legende in der einzig angemessenen WFF-Bestform präsentiert. Das nennt man doch mal Bösartigkeit mit Hitpotenzial! Denn das Quartett gehört auch über 20 Jahre nach seiner Gründung zu den unverrückbaren Genre-Maßstäben. Los, anbeten!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

SEPULTURA





Read what WITH FULL FORCE Festival writes about SEPULTURA (only in German):

"Wie schaffen es diese Brasilianer nur, ihren Geist so frisch und ihre Riffklingen im Zorn so scharf zu halten? Seit SEPULTURA mit "Beneath The Remains" und "Arise" Anfang der 90er dem modernen Thrash-Metal das zeitlose Gesicht eingeprägt haben, hat die Band viele Höhen und einige Tiefen erlebt, dabei jedoch stets ein verblüffend hohes Niveau gehalten. So ist das Quartett auch im neuen Jahrtausend eine Messlatte in Sachen Extrem-Metal, unter der ein Großteil der Konkurrenz nach wie vor durchkriechen muss. Vor allem live, denn Sepultura haben nicht nur ein irres Giftpfeilbündel an Genre-Klassikern im Köcher, dessen grooviger Abwechslungsreichtum seinesgleichen sucht: Die Truppe hat sich außerdem einen Hunger bewahrt, der sie zusammen mit ihrem Können fast unschlagbar macht!"

 
 
 
 
 
 
 


01. Trauma Of War
– “[...] I wrote the lyrics inspired by friends that went to war and came back with some kind of trauma, some kind of disturbance that they have to live with for the rest of their lives.”

02. The Vatican – "An ironic tribute to the conclave that elected Argentinian Pope Francis I as the successor of Benedict XVI. [...] The lyric tells the story of how the Vatican was created, filled with blood, orgy, murders, corruption, adultery. It’s one of the most evil and perverse lyrics I ever wrote.”

03. Impending Doom – ”[...] The lyrics are Derrick’s [vocalist]. It talks about cursed inheritances that are left from generation to generation. What world we are going to leave for our heirs?”

04. Manipulation Of Tragedy – “Another of Derrick’s lyric. Talks about collective manipulation through a culture of fear, creating tragic and drastic situations in order to justify certain decisions made by the governors, legitimizing some limitations to the society. The manufactured consent. [...]”

05. Tsunami – “Derrick wrote the lyrics for it, part inspired by the natural phenomena and part by the ‘tsunami’ of information we receive nowadays through the world wide web and the media in general. A tsunami is the most powerful force of nature, stronger than any earthquake, tornado or a storm. It simply destroys everything in its path. The result is total destruction but also total cleanup, a new beginning.”

06. The Bliss Of Ignorants – "Derrick’s lyric. It’s about the illusion created in society that we are free to do whatever we want, but, in fact, it is not like that. Freedom is limited and part of the society lives under ignorance, euphoric, without awareness of everything that surrounds us. [...]”

07. Grief – “[...] I wrote the song inspired by a tragic incident that happened in Brazil in January 2013. More than 200 kids died in a fire inside a night club. The place didn’t have the proper emergency exits and most of the people died asphyxiated, it was horrible. The small town at the south of the country, where most of the people were from, was in total grief. I wrote this song to honor the victims and their families.”

08. The Age Of The Atheist – “This is a song I wrote inspired by the hard times we live today and how difficult is to believe in things. So many theories of conspiracies against the official reports that make your head turn with so much confusion, all religions that are pushing each other away like never before, making disagreements instead of unity. We have to believe in our strength. We, as people, have the power to change everything and we are losing this belief, becoming numb and hopeless.”

09. Obsessed – “Deals with the shopping anxiety. The compulsive purchase of unnecessary goods and the consequent accumulation of things produced by the unruled and uncontrolled thirst. People do not worry with the origin of what they consume. There is an eternal search for satisfaction through the consumption, preventing people from evolving in the way that they should. [...]”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 

STICK TO YOUR GUNS





Read what WITH FULL FORCE Festival writes about STICK TO YOUR GUNS (only in German)
:

"Genau so geht es, das untotbare, weil einfach nur genial erfrischende Hardcore-Geballer der modernen Weltklasse: Die kalifornischen US-Amis von STICK TO YOUR GUNS wollen keinen Progressiv-Originalitätspreis, sondern einfach nur ihre sonische Faust in deiner Magengrube versenken - immer und immer wieder! Da sind am Ende die geil griffigen, aber natürlich absichtsvoll zu kurzen Singalong-Refrains nur dünne Fassade: Hier geht es um Wut, Dreck und Groove - vorgebracht mit der disziplinierten Präzision einer gut abgerichteten Bulldogge. Fluchtwege? Keine!"
 
 
 
 
 
 
AGAINST THEM ALL - I know you, because you’re just like me. Always questioning every single thing. Never giving up without a fight. Because for you your resistance is a way of life. // Young and angry, with every right to be. Bent but not broken, hanging on by a thread. Looked past by most, looked down on by all. We don’t need them, it’s forever us against them all. // Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. // Go... // A fire burns inside you, fueled by everything that you’ve ever been through. Every battle you fight goes uphill, but nothing can break your iron will. // Young and angry, with every right to be. Bent but not broken, hanging on by a thread. Looked past by most, looked down on by all. We don’t need them, it’s forever us against them all. // Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. Forever us against them all. // We don’t need them.
 
 
 
 
 
 
WE STILL BELIEVE - We still believe. // I’m sick and tired of all this giving up. All I hear is talk, and I’ve had enough. Single-minded, overwhelmingly one-sided. Refusing humanity does not award morality. Hope’s not dead, so we’ll forever scream until it’s deafening. We still believe. // We are the ones... (We are the ones who stay awake) ...who stay awake while the world sleeps. Because we still believe. We are the ones... (We are the ones who will achieve) ...who will achieve what the world dreams. Because we still believe. // You opened the gate and what came rushing out it’s far too powerful for you to hold down. If there’s a better way someone please show me now, but there’s not, this is it. // We still believe. // We are the ones... (We are the ones who stay awake) ...who stay awake while the world sleeps. Because we still believe. We are the ones... (We are the ones who will achieve) ...who will achieve what the world dreams. Because we still believe. // From here on out I will live. Deliberately! I can’t sit back to watch the world die. I must fight back, or pay the price. There’s more to this, not just me... not just me! There’s more to this, not just me! // We still believe. // We are the ones who stay awake while the world sleeps. Because we still believe. We are the ones... (We are the ones who will achieve) ...who will achieve what the world dreams. Because we still believe. // We are the ones... (We are the ones who stay awake) ...who stay awake while the world sleeps. Because we still believe. We are the ones... (We are the ones who will achieve) ...who will achieve what the world dreams. Because we still believe.
 
 
 
 
 
 
RING LOUD (LAST HOPE) - My friend, what has you so troubled? Why have you turned life into such a struggle? I see it in you no matter how hard it tries to hide; the war in your heart, the fire in your eyes. I can’t follow, trust me I’ve tried. My path is lit by a brighter light. So I will always sing humanity’s song, we may fall but we will carry on. // We may fall but we will carry on. May these words ring loud. We may fall but we will carry on. May these words ring loud. We may fall but we will carry on. May these words ring loud. We may fall but we will carry on. May these words ring loud. // We may fall but we will carry on. We may fall but we will carry on... We may fall but we will carry on. We may fall but we will carry...
 
 
 
 
 
 
BRINGING YOU DOWN (feat. guest vocals by FIRST BLOOD vocalist CARL SCHWARTZ) - The rage that builds in us is bringing you down. // Chewed up and spit out, lost and alone. Your job’s been ripped from you and on deck, your home. Can’t feed yourself, let alone feed the kids. American dreams have turned to your American greed. // Their fingers are crossed while they smile and promise. The wrong side of broke while our gold lines their pockets. On the priority list we place dead last, and their foreclosed signs line our "greener grass." Look me in my eyes you crooked fuck. Not one more goddamn lie. Your time is up. The rage that builds in us is bringing you down. // Watch the weight of it all come crashing down. United, now the kings will lose their crown. // And now we’re shit out of luck, and they don’t give a... fuck. No, they don’t give a fuck. // Now the masses awaken (awaken). The embodiment of sacrifice... of history in the making. (Witness) defining moments of our lives. // Their fingers are crossed while they smile and promise. The wrong side of broke while our gold lines their pockets. On the priority list we place dead last, and their foreclosed signs line our "greener grass." Look me in my eyes you crooked fuck. Not one more goddamn lie. Yeah, your time is up. The rage that builds in us is bringing you down. // Watch the weight of it all come crashing down. United, now the kings will lose their crown. // The rage that builds in us is bringing you down. The rage that builds in us is bringing you down. The rage that builds in us is bringing you... down. The rage that builds in us is bringing you down.
 
 
 
 
 
 
BUILT UPON THE SAND - Day in and day out, shit on and kicked in. The world’s garbage you left sifting. Mind like a wrath, flame and flood. Done talking, no one’s listening. // They pushed me, they pushed me. I’ll rip this place at the seams. They did this, not me. Inflicted with this disease I’m screaming, God help me. I scream as loud as I can. This is another life built upon the sand. // You’ve hit bottom and you’re still sinking. So small and you’re still shrinking. What can you do. You’ve gone from alone to completely see-through. // Let’s all watch while the hammer falls. // They pushed me, they pushed me. I’ll rip this place at the seams. They did this, not me. Inflicted with this disease. I’m screaming, God help me. I scream as loud as I can. This is another life built upon the sand. // I understand you. I understand you. (When you’re screaming at the top of your lungs and no one hears you, what you’re supposed to do?) I understand you. I understand you. I understand you. I understand you. Ahhh.... I understand... I understand you. I understand... I understand you. I understand... I understand you. I understand... I understand... you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 

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