[Melodic Thrash Metal] - " " Taken from the album "Warenta"
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Music by Laurent Gisonna & DEFICIENCY / Lyrics by Laurent Gisonna.
Featuring as vocal guest ̈ "" from & (courtesy of Nuclear Blast Records).
Mixed by Flavien Morel (Boundless Productions Studio, FR), Mastering by Tony Lindgren (Fascination Street Studios, SE).
Video shooting - drone by Anthony Thomas, assisted by Laurent Gisonna, Moselle, France. Video edition and motion design by Laurent Gisonna.
Photo editing by Laurie Balthazar (instagram : @goldngarlic). Björn Strid photo by Hannah Verbeuren.
DEFICIENCY is :
Laurent Gisonna (Guitars-Vocals)
Jérôme Meichelbeck (Guitars)
Benjamin Jaksch (Drums)
Vianney Habert (Bass)
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: Laurent Gisonna
: Björn "Speed" Strid
: It is said that Some of us caught sight of him.
As a shadow, unseen, he disappears.
The ancients speak about a tall and thin fellow.
Always dressed in black he never reflects any glow.
His head is bald and he's wearing a felt hat,
hiding a grave worried frown.
: At the beginning I thought it was just a rumor.
But this night I've just opened the door.
And in front of there was this odd character.
He spoke out his name...
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"I am the misfortune herald.
For bad omens
I make a call With a feathers crown."
: And in a blazing whirl of sparks and flames
His sinister shape vanished. Then
The blood froze in my Veins seized up my brain.
: Everytime he made an appearance
People were blinded or opened their eyes.
Does the man come to warn us about something ?
Or is he a punisher of our sins ?
: Would the herald be the one who pulls the strings ?
Are the cards in our hands ?
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"I am the misfortune herald.
For bad omens I make a call
With a feathers crown."
: I remember what I saw,
Remember what I felt.
Words are etched in my skin,
Noises still ring in my head.
: The smell of sulphur spread in all the sleeping glen.
It is still burning my throat and I choke again.
: Even if the man is gone his presence lingers on our mind,
on my own.
+ : We will know when the time comes.
Among many roads we will have to choose our own ! To choose our own.
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"I am the misfortune herald.
For bad omens I make a call
With a feathers crown."
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