The war is over, the entire world is a desert
We have nothing left
The war is over, the fields are barren
High politics.
1945, desert in my sight
No one is holy anymore
1945, a new era begins
The humankind does not know.
What have we turned into? We have stopped thinking
No one is called Svetomir here.
And there is no turning back, and there is no way out
No one wants to be called Svetomir.
New revolution
The soil is fed with blood
Forget the harvest
The rich have won
But, I have a secret weapon.
Svetomir is my sin.
Sencillamente bueno, muy buen sonido, hardcore punk melódico contundente con letras que se entienden y con las que es fácil empatizar, en algún momento voy por "Caníbal" Pizza de Súcubo
Hard-edged alt-country that draws on the pinwheeling melodies of bluegrass and classic folk, bolstering them with pounding rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 4, 2020