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RECTIFIED SPIRIT

by Rectified Spirit

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1.
TO HOLD A SABRE The wind blows the sand on the tomb That holds my bones within Can you hear the footsteps carried by The wind in the night? These bones do not rise anymore And I see the hour of impending doom This is the time when I command You to hold a sabre... I once wielded on the mighty shores Drove the enemy out that vanished in thin air The men that I once led, did they pass on The pride to the clan? The land drank the blood of its sons To breed braver men Does the blood still flow in the veins Of the men the land has bred? The sand from the foreign land Has reached the gate of my tomb Why can’t I hear the boiling blood In the veins of my clan? Where are the men that held my pride? That held the oars wielding the swords The time has come for me to command You to hold a sabre, I command... Hold a fistful of sand Behold the land that’s your pride Rise my men now for this land Hold a sabre I command….
2.
Bloodrush 05:31
BLOODRUSH They are coming fast, they are coming now As the rush of blood to the head is over Red painted hands that seek to purge The bad colours, they touch his alter Is it the fear of iron bars that plague Or infernal horrors that make them shiver? ’Coz what the sinner and the sinned have in common Their souls can’t rest in peace ever Scream out loud for redemption Or try out forgiveness But they don’t come in tandem So make your choice now final It was a bloodrush isle Unending as the old Nile Entered that old land Through a valve on its gate It was a bloodrush isle Mortal men can’t resile Until the bloodrush is over It was a bloodrush isle, it was a bloodrush isle If ever I am forgiven by the one I sinned Will that forgiveness wash away these stains? These stains dig deeper into this black heart And this black heart won’t just die with me So let me embrace the hell that’s in my head Let this hell purge my sins before I die I am not afraid anymore of the hell in the old scriptures ’Coz the hell inside my head torments me even more There’s a beast in all of us There’s nobility even in evil The day that turned itself into the dark night Comes again from the heart of that dark night
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PARADIGM LOST THE FAIR ONE: “They keep the peace for themselves And throw out the violence to others” THE STATE: “Roll them out, out on the road Let each one hear this warning tone Flash the lenses, let the headlines scream We don’t catch anyone alive We are immune from the black letter (Can the soul be made a plaything....) The more the powder falls, (.... by men) We add to our badges” THE FAIR ONE: “The news of their kill have become The prayers in the morning They are breeding awards For each of their kill These murders are without a trial Or do I exaggerate? Is the silence of this hour Waiting for the rooster? Is the origin of this thought the ego of mine? Or is it my habit of indulging in deep thought? Bleak is the world for the sick man Even when the sun burns the brightest So I see my calling to become the bird That wakes the ones with their eyes wide shut I am not the kind who embraces death But your silence is all the more killing None is more mysterious than humans Who are attuned only to pleasant news The license to kill has replaced the fragrance Of the flowers with the smell of blood I lie on the bed watching this decay Under the vigil of the watchmen This fight will last till the bees find their hive And we find out lost paradigm” THE LENSES: “This venture is taken by the fair one Who has resolved to know no rest ” THE FAIR ONE: “My desires are frozen in the depths of my soul But I’ll die if that can awaken the millions The dark clouds will pass away As the darkness won’t bind us And god will guide us Towards the path we believe in”
4.
THE MAGICIAN’S BIRTHDAY Once in four years comes his birthday The white bearded magician’s birthday He has thrown that big old party We have been invited Stories and memories of innocence That lay buried in snowy mountains We have kept locked in our senses They will be unlocked in his presence I board a homebound train To a place that’s been long lost It’s speeding to that old station Where magic will come alive These mountain paths haven’t changed They’ll still lead me back home As I land on a deserted platform Someone comes out of the fog There stands the magician With his old hat and gown It’s hard to tell if he’s waving at me Or his hands trembling with the years But still he dons that magical smile That filled our hearts with laughter And the spell of wonder he cast That’ been lost with the years Back in the hills by the fireside The smell of the grass sends me to a trance I hear a few familiar footsteps Yeah it’s Jimmy and Janice As all the others join in We all sit around the bonfire It’s time again for the magical stories With apple wine and round pan cakes Those memories are now so vivid When there was magic in the rain Snowfalls across the valley Spellbinding our hearts like the hills Now in our minds we’ve become stronger Yet something had changed in our hearts Tonight I feel it surrounding us again We’d lost the laughter in our hearts How we forgot to stare At the cotton balls and the blue umbrella That’s getting thinner and thinner Through the skyscrapers tall How our hearts were filled with sadness The day innocence was abandoned How we lost the eyes that saw the magic In being alive in this world The years have shaken his steady hard gaze That fixed us with a magical spell We see the same yearning in his eyes For the innocence we had forsaken That turned the clouds into cotton balls And the sky to a blue umbrella How we used to stare at the calendars Looking for his birthday every year Thought he used to vanish it with his hands Oh what a magical birthday it used to be But he can see that yearning in our eyes For the magic he spread in our lives ? As he lay in his arm chair He called us all to his side Then he whispered something in our ears It passed into our souls forever Who can forget the smile That spread on his face as he looked at us It just set our hearts free again To look at the child within Who can forget the words He spoke again and again as he looked at us He spoke thus as he set our hearts Free to be true again “We all come from a world That’s so much filled with magic That has filled us with this spirit Bringing us alive in this world And isn’t it so strange how I knew this from so long I’ll be surrounded by your innocence As I close my eyes with a smile”
5.
RECTIFIED SPIRIT Spread, across the world of those Men, I have the tight grip of my Hands, that rule them for life is my Empire of crime but now he Still, chooses to fight with Grit and determination of Steel, assisted by reason and Will power to overpower my Grip, that will never lose its Force, that intensifies with Time, as the struggle goes on Forever and ever I (...and I) spent my whole life Fighting this great tide Sometimes I feel like swimming with What’s this force? Inside of me? That inspires me to resist All the waves of the tide Stretched, beyond the point of sanity his Mind, starting to paralyse his Will, dissociates the union of Reason and passion that keeps him Aligned, and pointed to his Object, that is so abstract and Intangible that I could never ever Scrutinise and recognise what’s deep Within, residing in his mortal Frame, named by some of them as Soul, that keeps his integrity And purity and sanity ever bound I (... and I) spent my whole life Seeing these two sides Play the game in my mind That’s been torn by This pull that’s constant and so consistent That I could never reflect on myself Ruining everything around is my Drive, eternally it’s been my Essence, that can’t be separated from the Core what’s more is the strange thing that I, can’t just stop being who I Am, he can’t stop being who he Is, and this will go on till Eternity and infinity, that’s the Paradox, of our existence and of our Being, resisting each other over Obstinately, changing him into the Rectified Spirit he’s become
6.
THERE IS NO TOMORROW Thousands of rivers have frozen inside this old dragon on earth As the lazy poison has settled in these dead streams That once were raging loud Darkness is spreading its cloak over the ancient labyrinth Blinding the dragon’s eyes lit by perpetual fires A tunnel leads down and deeper into the abyss Is the darkness an exile? Or the gate to another hell? As the black embrace surrounds The eyes that can’t unveil They can’t see that there is no tomorrow... As the lights merge into the shadows Deep in the heart of darkness shines a bright mirror in air Shooting myriads of arrows from its surface to the dark That surrounds the old blind eyes Then from the core an arrow came racing ahead Piercing the dragon’s eyes with a scorching light The mirror shone bright and tall before his eyes He sees a vision he’s known From the old infinite past Spirals of endless fear Drawing in his immortal soul He can’t see that there’s no tomorrow... And the dragon sinks into the void Inside the blazing fire rages It saw the darkness through the ages And remained always unvanquished Now the flames burn higher and higher And the soul regains immortality Thousands of rivers have molten from the blazing fire within And the lazy poison is now released from its streams And the dragon bids farewell To the sleep in tomorrow’s bed in a sheet of oblivion And rode the long spirals of unending fears And the dragon rose from the coils of the abyss In the bright skies above Are inscribed in eternal light Words for the warrior’s eyes They say, “ The moment is now and you’ll see That there is no tomorrow” He can see that there is no tomorrow....
7.
WHERE THE ASHES FELL The skies will remain bright Still the day will look like night Some will then thank their Gods Some will then curse their Gods Five less than a dozen Have clocks that run in unison Will make glasses fly into air Dead carbon will lie still on the ground Turn the lights on, fill the barrels See the foot steps, sense the metals The reign of fire is getting closer Stop the hour of ignition Or ask “Where were you on Black Thursday?” Where the ashes fell down the river lane A beast was unbound, it snarled at my face Where the ashes fell down the river lane My deafened ears didn’t hear my cries Where the ashes fell down the river lane My brother’s blood turned to black paint Where the ashes fell down the river lane An old woman froze into a civil death The State is the end of anarchy Or shall we ask, “Is there a difference?” Queries are our ancient expertise And the silver tongue we speak in the lounges The shine in the belted uniforms It will never protect the sovereign The hands tied hard with the red tapes They spill the red blood of our brethren Seal the frontiers, mark your own men ’Coz this aggression is subliminal Put the floodlights on the hideouts And take no one to your prisons Or gather the aftermath of Black Thursday The setting sun turned as Red as my brother’s blood These colours...so deep Sink deep into the river
8.
Vengeance 04:28
VENGEANCE These cuts run deeper than the wounds that repeat like history They immigrate into the land of treacherous memory This primordial pain never ran into oblivion Those soft murmurs of poetic justice are an old legend Whisper of an insomniac voice becomes subliminal It draws wide ripples in the placid lake with a heavy stone In the dead of the night, all that I hear Is the voice scratching in and the walls closing in Do I bear this pain? Let the wound remain? What if there’s no God? Will the wounds ever heal? Aaaaaaa….vengeance is deep or religion? Aaaaaaa….vengeance is deep as religion Aaaaaaa….vengeance is deeper or religion? Aaaaaaa….justice is just a legend The eyes that departed left a look that won’t leave They tie me in endless hours without sleep Their pain and sorrow…they strangle my soul What do they seek and what is my call? Why is there no sign for me to know my calling? How do I avenge the eyes I could never read? Why is this torment unleashed to the bounds of insanity? The eyes are desolate to the end of infinity
9.
UNTIL WE EXPIRE Crashing wheels set the road on fire The road that’s burning our souls And putting bodies into motion Is infinite in length and invincible As the halogens push The big horizons we’re forewarned that We won’t have a time for a breather As we start to jump out of our leathers Coz there’s a clause in the contract that we signed We are gonna play until we expire .... Photons illuminate the resounding resilience As the roaring hits our hearts Through the eardrums about to break We get to sense immortality Through a haze of raising hands Their deep unseen touch Will bless our souls for eternity but....
10.
Mother 08:43
MOTHER STORY 1 It’s been a while since I’ve come back home I see her face buried deep in the ground People say she cries sometimes When the witch wails out in the forest I see her disappear every night Into the forest out of our sight The operations are going in the forest she knows Yet the wails draw her every night into the forest It’s been a while since the troops have landed down Gun shots roam every time around And the witch’s wails are growing louder And louder in the forest People say the witch has been laid to rest But how can they kill what can’t be killed? She is crying a lot more tonight She has gone and lost in the forest As the daylight falls down on the woods We find the witch wrapped around in her arms “The witch was sent to an exile…” she said “My son you were born of the same blood” In your desperation mother you sighed In your deepest sorrow mother you cried In your deepest love mother you lied No one’s ever reached the bottom of your heart Mother…Mother…Mother…Mother… STORY 2 My son asked me not to see his friends at school He said that I scare them away They think that I’m a little evil They don’t know it’s just that I lost an eye So I come back and wait For him to return home to return to his mom To return home My son he is now out of school He says he needs to stand on his own My son asked me to send him out of town He says he will be back when he earns a dime So I sit back and wait For him to return home, to return to his mom To return home My son, I heard, has now a family I go to see his kids with the gifts that I bought His kids screamed as they thought that I’m a little evil My son asked me why did I scare them away ... So I come back and wait For him to return home, to return to his mom To return home My son has not seen me for a while And I feel my time is a little bit near So I wrote to him of the times when he was a kid He lost his eye, had to give mine and I was not evil And I loved him to the last and waited For him to return home, to return to his mom To return home STORY 3 Once upon a time a man had gone out of his fortune He had gone to the devil to make A deal to gain what he lost The devil said he would have to bring The heart of a woman who was pure A heart where there’s not an end To the love for him to the end He could not remember if he was ever loved like that The devil asked why couldn’t he for once think of his mother He said he was away from his mother for a long time He ran home in desperation ...saw his mother in her sleep While returning with his mother’s heart He fell down on the doorstep of the devil A cry came out of the heart and it said “My son, did you get hurt ? Be careful of the steps when you get inside.”

about

There is one Primary Idea associated with the band’s approach towards music making that we want to form part of the perception about us …That is also significantly projected through this Debut Album

The bottom line is that we don’t want to stick to one fixed and particular form, genre or style rigidly... We would like to call it, or rather this attitude, as LIBERO METAL... and it would signify for us the idea of being liberated from all pre-existing forms of styles and specific and stereotypical habits of generic consciousness..

To kind of simplify this whole idea in order to understand it better…let’s say that, if we have been influenced by a varied kind of METAL music styles…we would not deliberately and hypocritically stop ourselves from getting inspired by all of them. We would definitely let all those styles flow into our creative consciousnesses, no matter how different they may be from each other.. and won’t say things like “how can we play this Riff coz we are not Death Metal!! How can we play this beat as we are Technical Thrash Metal that, how do we do that groove coz we are Metalcore this, how do we growl as we are neo-classical What??”

The idea is to create without any restrictions and without having pre-determined identities decided for ourselves...The amalgamation of all these myriad influences should create something Unique, Nice, Beautiful, Valuable, Sensible, Meaningful, Worthwhile and most importantly COHERENT and the only criteria for us is that a track should sound right and perfect to us.. and THAT’S IT!! And ya, get LIBERATED from all preconceived, predetermined and pre-decided identities!!

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released December 28, 2012

The Album was recorded at Lucid Recess Studios, Guwahati...Recording at Lucid Recess with Siddharth Barooa and Amitabh Barooa was an absolutely homely affair for all of us as we have been friends from a long time.. the guys are super cool and their presence itself ensures great performances by all in the studio....the guys are amazing and great at coming up with superbly creative ideas which has helped us intensely in the recording process...

The album was Mixed & Mastered by Zorran Mendonsa, at New Zealand...Working with the Prodigal Producer was a blessing, considering this is our very first record...The sound created by him for this Album is Huge, Dynamic and full of Magnificent Projection.... which was exactly the kind of sound we had been dreaming of, considering it is almost fanciful for a band to dream of achieving that kind of sound without such a gifted producer with such magical skills....Throughout the making of this record, Mr Mendonsa has been deeply motivating, inspiring and has been our friend, philosopher and guide...

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