Digital Sisyphus

by Ashen Divinity

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Album recording lineup:

Erik Uljenik - main and back vocals, guitar solo on "Tiny Drop Of Insanity"
Enver Jurdana - rhythm and lead guitars, additional vocals on "Cannon Fodder"
Jerolim Kinda - bass
Danijel Biloslav - drums

Guest musicians:

Danny Tunker - guitar solo on "Digital Sisyphus"
Leon Zambon - back vocals on "Corruptia"
Sandi "Ruski" Orbanić - additional vocals on "Tiny Drop Of Insanity" and "Unnatural Selection"

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released October 15, 2016

All music and lyrics written by Ashen Divinity except "The Second Coming" music by Igor Jurišević, Paolo Grižonič, Lari Šain and Ashen Divinity, lyrics by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Recorded and produced by Ashen Divinity
©2016

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Ashen Divinity Istria County, Croatia

Ashen Divinity is a death/thrash metal project formed in 2010 by former members of Infernal Tenebra. Nothing innovative. Nothing groundbreaking. No modern influences, cheesy contamination, contemporary bollox or stuff like that. Just pure, straightforward, honest old-school METAL. ... more

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Track Name: Tiny Drop Of Insanity
TINY DROP OF INSANITY

Coming
Slowly as a thief
Eroding your sanity
To the core of grief

Unpredictable and silent
The invisible touch of sickness
Lurking patiently beneath
A semblance of normality

Leading you
To the edge
Of the abyss
Called life

Dripping
Constantly and quiet
Waves of madness flowing
Through organic streams

Time will help it to devour
Every trace of your wit
Fading notions swallowed by
Imminent oblivion

Leading you
To the brink
Of this pit
Called life

I am
The liquid nail in your forehead
I am
The zip on your straitjacket
I am
Dissolving your reality
The tiny drop of insanity

Swaying
In chaotic shapes
Piercing through your body
Melting down your spine

Unpredictable and silent
Leading you to delirium
To a point of no return
Where aberration reigns

Taking you
To a path
Of lunacy
Called life

I am
The liquid nail in your forehead
I am
The zip on your straitjacket
I am
Dissolving your reality
The tiny drop of insanity
Track Name: Corruptia
CORRUPTIA

Welcome to a land
Where absurdity
Is the only accepted logic
Knowledge means nothing
Nor does the truth
A growing state o sheer dystopia

Treachery brings benefits
Shrewdness brings success
Looking for justice here
Will lead you to madness

The poor getting poorer,
The rich getting richer
Bribe your way to the top
Or die in this swamp

Laws are webs
Full of senseless holes
Made to catch small fish
As the big ones pass through

Corruptia's inbred in our minds
Corruptia's in our institutions
Corruptia's mask of innocence
Of sainthood and of prostitution

Social disorder
Social disorder
Social disorder
Social disorder

Not important what you know
Here what counts is who you know
Justice's headless in this state
Rulers turned its scales again

Welcome to a land
Where those who make laws
Will be the first ones who will break them
Leaders and thieves
Hard to discern
The line that divides them is feeble

What could have been heaven
Is now just a wasteland
Blank hopes and promises
Smother the nation

Cliches that betray
The absence of thought
Verdicts and votes here
Are easily bought

All the gold
Has turned now into rust
There's no future here
Just demons from the past

Corruptia's black hole spreading fast
Corruptia's drowning in its mud
Corruptia's quicksands drag us down
Into a void of pain and blood

Social disorder
Social disorder
Social disorder
Social disorder
Track Name: Digital Sisyphus
DIGITAL SISYPHUS

Years
Passed us by
To build up
Something that turned out to be

Just a ghost
In a mist
To be lost in timeless nights

For the efforts that we've made
For the hits below the belt
For the toil that marked our days
For the obstacles that we have faced

Flames
On our path
Fuelled by
Those who want to see our

End
Helping hands
Holding knives
That will stab with no remorse

For the futile words we heard
For the help we rarely got
For the logic that has failed
For the windmill-army and its lies

Digital Sisyphus
Climbing the hill
Of little care and indifference

Digital Sisyphus
Pushes his stone
Regardless of the fatigue

Digital Sisyphus
What is his goal?
In this struggle without a meaning

Digital Sisyphus
Upward he goes
His slope seems so endless...

Push that stone up
To the sky
Then let it roll down

Push that stone up
To the sky
Eternally

Mud
Slinging times
Shallow souls
Slanders we're all coping with

Smiling masks
Sneering mouths
In this theatre of life

For the driving force within
For the credit yet unseen
For our inborn stubbornness
For the obstacles that we still face

Digital Sisyphus
Climbing the hill
Of little care and disinterest

Digital Sisyphus
Pushes his stone
Regardless of the hardship

Digital Sisyphus
What is his goal?
In this struggle without a meaning

Digital Sisyphus
Upward he'll go
For the rest of his life...
Track Name: Cannon Fodder
CANNON FODDER

Leaden sky
Weeping on our helmets
Scattered like fallen leaves
Dead bodies all around

The deadly stench of bloodshed
The mud we are all caught in
Wondering why we are here
Why do we have to die for

Bullets
Spinning shrapnel
Bomb explosions
Fill our days

As we're trapped in
This inferno
Full of landmines
There's no escape from...

Death has come
In this overture to apocalypse
Death has come
There is no god above us
Death has come
In this gruesome battlefield
Death has come
To take away the cannon fodder now

Call to arms
For our mother country
Yet our country is deaf
When soldiers' mothers cry

What is the point of killing
Those who did nothing to us?
What is the point of fighting
For the plans of someone else?

Leaders
Wanted this war
Spread the hatred
Through the land

They have filled our
Guns with ideals
That are so false
Ignoring that...

Death has come
In this overture to apocalypse
Death has come
There is no god above us
Death has come
In this senseless, bloody war
Death has come
We are all cannon fodder

Chlorine gas,
Phosgene saturation
Fogs of sulfur mustard
Harvested the frontline

Here in the woods of Ypres
One thing I have realised
Dying for a nation's flag
Is just dying for a rag

Trenches
Barbed wire
They have become
Our last home

We're all martyrs
On the altar
Of the blinded
All we know is...

Death has come
In this overture to apocalypse
Death has come
There is no god above us
Death has come
Our names won't be remembered
Death has come
To take away the cannon fodder
Track Name: Dumbing Down
DUMBING DOWN

Floods of information
Leaking down the line
Binary existence
Streams among the lies

News and scattered updates
Keep on cutting through
Phony facts and rumours
Claiming to be true

Tell me, who do you trust?
In this semantic turmoil

Dumbing down
This dumbing down
To accept conspiracies
As a tawdry verity
Dumbing down,
This dumbing down
Sex, religion, politics
Filling up your tiny screens

Science's been neglected
In the name of god
Ain't this just a blunder,
A collective fraud?

Superstitious ideas
Exploit all the pain
Centuries of progress
Were they all in vain?

Is faith your cornerstone,
Does it shape your opinion?

Dumbing down
This dumbing down,
To accept conspiracies
As a tawdry verity
Dumbing down,
This dumbing down,
Sex, religion, politics
Filling up your tiny screens

Distort what's real,
Distort what is to be,
Distort what's real,
Distort the factual side

Twist the truth to your own view
View the truth as just a plot

Dumbing down
This dumbing down,
To accept conspiracies
As a tawdry verity
Dumbing down,
This dumbing down,
Sex, religion, politics
Filling up your tiny screens
Track Name: The Second Coming
THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming!
Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
Track Name: Unnatural Selection
UNNATURAL SELECTION

Heading to your goal
In an unfair race
The finish line is so far
You're running out of breath

Some are here to get the rocks
While some will get the jewels
Systems of iniquity
Are here to set the rules

Shatter the schemes
Refuse what you’ve been told
Barricade your thoughts
Truth is now unfold

Be a walking blade
A crushing hammer
Fuelled by fire
Your flesh, the foundation
Of massive revolution

Stick to your guns
Face the blizzard, don't retreat
Follow your path
See what's hiding underneath

Stick to your guns
Spread the virus of freethought
Kill the infection
Unnatural selection

Break the shackles of your apathy
Time to treat your darkest fears
As your worst enemy
Break the cuffs that bind your arms
Stay your course with stubbornness
Let no one take you down

No, there's no pulling back
No, there is no white flag
No, there's no giving up
Rage, burning through your heart

Sailing through the storm
And through hurricanes
Waves that crush against your ship
Are nothing if compared

To the firmness of thy keel
Your body and your spine
Guided by tenacity
Against both space and time

Shake now your chains
To Earth like morning dew
Rise now like lions
Ye are many-they are few!

Be a walking blade
A crushing hammer
Fuelled by fire
Your mind, the foundation
Of global revolution

Stick to your guns
Face the blizzard, don't retreat
Follow your path
See what's hiding underneath

Stick to your guns
Spread the virus of freethought
Smash the infection
Unnatural selection