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Carved From Dust

by Bjarm

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1.
No more existing eyelids so hard. The hands are left in the deepest abyss. Nothing can wake this cursed mind That still remembers the blackest skies, Can’t realize it lost its eyes Engulfed in flames of the severest skies For the falling. There is the furthest secret place Where the life arises from the space. That place can show him the greatest fault That he had done forgotten the goal Immersed in the darkness. The ancient wrath. The waves are rising and the eyes can see. The storm is roaring and the arms can feel. When they destroy all universe He will be able to learn the truth. When the storm lets up and goes away The sea'll be fog-bound and lose its edges. He'll find the path through the memories That will create the ghostly ways Paved with destruction and a dreadful scale Rooted in the darkest ancient times Of murder.
2.
In the gloom something so bright Appears in the flames and leaves it behind. The glint of the soul will flow through the core of the darkness And will extract the roots of a molding tree fallen down That will be torn apart by its slightest touching And will crumble to dust and fly to the sky. In the gloom something so bright Appears in the flames and leaves it behind. In the night… There is the ice of the coldest space. The one who extracts the salt from the warm blood Can receive the force of the live heart. He forgot when he’d lost his true face Gazing at the center of the tenebrous universe. His wishes are lost in space And now he has the one To see the ocean floor Where the grasping mind Dreams about the rest, Waits for eternity Falling into a sleep.
3.
A figure of the dead stays Among petrified souls That have surrounded This walking corpse. The signs of the death illumine the sky, With that light decay appears. Black marks of rot dot the hands Which are raised towards the heaven side. The figure of the dead begs To pronounce the one last word But a deathlike silence Comes from the ghostly circle. There were lots of atrocious Tortures of the flesh. Souls must be released From this cursed place. The scent of blood Can quench its eternal thirst To be avenged And raised above the heads… Above the heads of ghosts… Its arms embrace these trembling spirits And make them stand in silent watching Of the fall of everlasting fear that will never come back. Its name was forgotten. Its name was forgotten. Its name was forgotten. Its name was forgotten. There were lots of atrocious Tortures of the flesh. Souls must be released From this cursed place. Now they are free from the chains. They are free
4.
The footprints on the graveyard are seen so vague. They lead to smouldering pieces of the walls. When the destruction touched them suddenly They kept horrendous mysteries. This place must be burnt to ashes And whelmed by thousand pounds of salt. The heaviness of unseen chains doesn't let the shades move Forcing them to stay inside and lament for excuse Dropping with transparent blood and perishing again. There is a perpetual ghastly dream That phantoms shall see all the time. When the destruction touched the walls suddenly They kept horrendous mysteries. This place must be burnt to ashes And whelmed by thousand pounds of salt. No way to get free for the captured agony. The sacrifice was futile and brought decay. There was no light in that ancient vault.
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The gale is blowing and it is raining heavily. The holes of windows are staring with a cadaveric dim obscurity. The walls are bleeding, there is a thousandth death completed. Abysmal hunger can’t wait for a new one bloody offering. The souls are being torn by thorny chains and fear Thrashing about in the dark of the hideous crypt. The flesh is forsaken and the ghosts have lost their feels and thoughts But now they ought to bear a burden of perpetual death. There is only one chance to break these chains and go to the edge of the universe… Oblivion… There is only one chance to break these chains and go to the edge of the universe… Oblivion… There is only one chance to break these chains and go to the edge of the universe… Oblivion… There is only one chance to break these chains and go to the edge of the universe… Oblivion…
6.
This figure has no human face, There are holes where eyes should be placed. The worms must loathe this carrion As it forgot to find the last resting-place. Fingers of the dead search for the dust That has just been the cure for the crumbling ghost. A pinch of this dust should make him live But now it’s just keeping death in his soul. Confusing the pulse of rotting veins With the heart beat in his hollow breast Shivering with cold in his torn rags He can’t see him losing the warm blood. He needs no light in this gloomy vault. The emptiness of eye pits shows better the way. The blood will flow through putrefying veins And turn into the same decomposing substance. The eternal process of returning flesh to the ground… The liquid substance has poured the glass. It draws the pattern of his awful coming death. But he won’t see this terrifying scene. The glass has been emptied And the essence brings him the taste of life…
7.
The closest flash of light Is the distant shining star That have never seen a putrefying place Gobbled by the darkness Which master can find the way By bones and ashes. Having lost his real scent Saturated with the smell of murder He stained his hands With streams of blood and became dishonoured. His death The only splash of mercy Are the sharpest claws pierced the ground. They tear the pile of flesh Which had beating hearts and pulsing veins. And now it’s drowned in soil Covered with tree waste and forgotten. His death The potion of heartless chained his will. The edges of his robe ignited the ground. Among these forks of the severe flame He feels no pain of the burnt skin. Among this brightest dazzling light He sees the darkness of the crypt. When the essence touches his lips Vultures will come flying To perceive the walking dead Free of thoughts of dying. Having no real cause To refuse to eat the desired prey They’ll retreat with an awful sense To fly away and never return. His death
8.
Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years passed… passed… A roaring ocean rages in the thick darkness of the night. The time has stopped and stars hung in the firmament. A noise of falling leaves reminds of the death That hides under a huge pile of the withered tree waste. Drowning his hands into the whispering leaves The wanderer gropes for the tombstone Concealing a mystery from the daylight. A blast of wind tears off the veil from the foliage. The grave is opened wide and the pitch darkness descends. Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years passed… passed… Thousands of years
9.
There was one man who had lost his eternal soul In that time when he had not seen the light. Seen the light… Born in the wrong time, not having his own way He was doomed to failure at the very beginning. When he found shelter in a clandestine vault He was doomed to failure at the very end. It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew. It was written and hidden somewhere no one knew. The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin. No one could see them and his pale face. It was possible to see even a water splash But not the one who… Never existed… Passed through the darkness, absorbed in his thirst He forgot the strength named kismet. When the stars fell and the life was subdued He forgot the strength named death. The marks of emptiness lied on his waxen skin. No one could see them and his pale face. It was possible to see even a water splash But not the one who… Never existed… The time disappeared, the streams petrified, But relentless fate would not retreat. Born in the wrong time he should not have seen the light. He was doomed to failure at the very end. He was doomed to failure at the very end. He was doomed to failure at the very end.
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It is the second full-length album of Bjarm which continues the focus of fate and impendence, following its foregoer “Imminence”.

This conceptual album tells the story in reverse order where the main hero returns to the past to discover the point he did the fatal mistake led to the terrible aftermath. The music of the album avoids classical symphonic orchestration saturated previous Bjarm releases.

New album is available on all the platforms and physical media.

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released December 14, 2021

Bjarm is:
Nadya Pototskaya - Vocals
Egor Vorobiev - Guitars
Alexey Miroshin - Bass
Vitaliy Prakhov – Drums


Produced by Egor Vorobiev
Music by Egor Vorobiev, Alexey Miroshin
Lyrics by Nadya Pototskaya

Mixed and mastered Andrey Brodsky, Slaughtered Studio

Additional Vocal in "Never Existed" by Anton Brovkin from Without God

Cover and design by Alexey, MAYHEM PROJECT

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Bjarm

The band was founded in autumn of 2009 and demo “Defect” appeared at the end of 2010. There were performances at local festivals after that. The new material was ready by the middle of 2012 and album “Imminence” was released in 2014. Soon thereafter there was a short tour of Russia to support the album. Single “Cursed Desolation” appeared in 2018 after pause. The work on new album started in 2019. ... more

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