AmpsOnAir Live Sessions

by Breathelast

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Ampsonair (Sofia, BG) Live Sessions

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released April 21, 2016

Ampsonair (Sofia, BG) Live Sessions
Loud Fi Recording Studio

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Breathelast Bucharest, Romania

Formed in 2010, Breathelast delivers post hardcore / metal style of music with a mix of breakdowns and tempo changes, which confine a very personal feeling to the songs, building up the energy that comes out of this style of song-writing and playing.

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Track Name: Come Hell Or High Water
First day of this poem,
Cradle, full blood red,
Memories around..
Mangled on your death bed,
Shackles and thick rope,
Will never hold the dead..
And everything that screams:
Off with your fucking head.

I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..

I see the dirt and in it, what we are,
Escape artist never play pretend,
Come hell or high water..

Black foaming, as the paleness drives away,
Amazingly disturbed, from all the colors, grey..
The only one, the only one,
We stray our souls upon..
It's cold and dark in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone..
It's cold in here, and we like it,
Don't tell anyone.
Track Name: Heartless Arsenal
Just like a phantom powered your arsenal's heart,
Transcending your weaving of hosts..
None of the falling stars you've aligned
Can hit even one of my hopes..

A skip and a shove in your tactics, I'm sure
Will leave me all frail, and the blinds, and the blind..
Will leak enough light on the fields we endured,
To see you're the one that's behind... what I am..

We never die on our terms
The heroes and the ghosts,
How often they resemble truth
Stretching the ends of ropes.

I just crave peace, after the flood..
Your peace cries out for absent blood..

Life follows grounds, below
As trenches brace the shadows,
Death is so becoming of
The funeral, the gallows..

Go back home, where the heart is broken,
..is spoken for ..your funeral!

Your memory in times of shadows
Will redefine my shallow heart

go back home.