All You Want To

by ESCAPETHECULT

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Unforeseen, unheralded, new creative formation - An international “strange rock/metal” act ESCAPETHECULT

USA – TIM ALEXANDER (Primus)
Sweden – MIKE WEAD (King Diamond)
France – MATTHIEU ROMARIN (Uneven Structure)
Siberia – PETER SHALLMIN (Kamlath)

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released September 21, 2014

Produced by PETER SHALLMIN for CULTKR

All songs composed and arranged by ESCAPETHECULT
Lyrics by PETER SHALLMIN and MATTHIEU ROMARIN

Electric guitars recorded by MIKE WEAD at Solna Sound Recording Sweden, assisted by SIMON JOHANSSON

Mixed and Mastered by MIKE WEAD

Art direction by IGOR OMODEI and PETER SHALLMIN
Illustration, monologue and layout by IGOR OMODEI

(P) & (C) 2014 CULTKR

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ESCAPETHECULT Krasnoyarsk, Russia

ESCAPETHECULT are:

Matthieu Romarin
- Vocals

Mike Wead
- Guitars

Peter Shallmin
- Bass

Tim Alexander
- Drums
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Track Name: Backfired
BACKFIRED

Hostility of black mirror
Impenetrable anthracite
The well of dark water glittering
Hides danger and deceit

Freedom is bleeding from dark entrails
False prophet’s emporium
Choking in bleak interiors of brains
Diabolical nothingness of lie

What can you see in impassable blindness?
Just reflections or what do you want?
Whether deception is your evil kindness?

When you have in a flesh belief
Spirit poisoned by false reality

What can you see in impassable blindness?
Just reflections or what do you want?
Whether deception is your evil kindness?
Which advantage you’d like to have from your God?
Track Name: Clandestine
CLANDESTINE

Emptiness adores a haze of secret
Filled of shadows which escape…
There will be no Greater secret
When you’ll unlock The Mighty Gates
Fake Belial fills this empty space

You are free to choose on whom to pray
All become pleasurable as lambs

They wish to trust in
Something dreadfully unknown
Fear throws them into
Embrace of eternal bliss

Put your hand on the Bible
Say what you really want
This gesture will not be regarded
Sacrificial blood on the pentagram
Actually not in the name of Satan
It’s so exciting to bind a man with deity
Secret of nothing is beyond the words

The truth of essence is plain
Be clandestine without the name

They wish to trust in
Something dreadfully unknown
Fear throws them into
Embrace of eternal bliss
Track Name: I'm Absolute
I'M ABSOLUTE

Our choice is limited:
Or we agree
The world is definite and real
Or not

Decide the first variant
That, eventually, we get deadly tired of ourselves
And everything that surrounds us
Choose the second way
It obliterates personal history
And all around falls into a fog
When there is no definiteness
You are always ready to jump
This is delightful and mysterious
State of soul & mind

Human deed
My mighty force
My last battle
I’m absolute
Your hopes do you
Timid & irresolute

You feel happiness
Because you realize it
There will be an outstanding force
Track Name: Feel The Flight
FEEL THE FLIGHT

Ready to go – ask yourself
Has your road the heart?
Road without it
Will be never victorious

It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight

Become the fighter
Realize your own death
Do you really think
You can change or explain many things?

Your ignorance causes laughter
You amuse the vanity
The magic will not relieve you of problems
Opening forces

It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight

Control your will
Balance the desires
Only the fighter will survive
On the way of life

The fighter choose everything
That makes his world
His choice - his shield
All the rest he fills of his will
If there are empty spaces
Your will is feeble
Through them the death will take you

It will be hard
To find it
When you choose
You should feel the flight
Track Name: Tired Of The Past
TIRED OF THE PAST

Never let people know
What you actually do
Leave everyone
Who well knows you
As a result there will be a mist
Around your name
Those who know you
Recognize you as the real person
As soon as from their part is formed
The certain attitude
You never will tear fetters
Of their impression about you.

Feel full freedom of unknown
It opens the gates to rise above
The lie exists for whom
Who has a personal history

If the man doesn't have personal history
All that he hasn’t said would not be regarded as a lie
The problem consists
That you should explain everything
But at the same time you wish
To keep sensation
Of freshness and novelty
Of all that you do
And this feeling passes
After you have told it

Feel full freedom of unknown
It opens the gates to rise above
The lie exists for whom
Who has a personal history

Therefore to extend this pleasure
You should think out everything again
Track Name: This Time Will Come
THIS TIME WILL COME

You know,
This time will come …
Loss is inevitable
And in your heart the grief weaves a nest

The moon never sleeps,
And you are awake together
You see dreams and begin new day,
You ask to yourself a question
Why you are disturbed
With something unknown

You know,
This day will come
Loss is predictable
And the sorrow melts your heart

In movement of society
You forget about it
But the moon returns you
And burns with its light
The question scalds you through
Your temple of soul has become silent
Where peace and rest coruscated

You know,
This hour will come …
Loss is inevitable
And the grief incinerates your soul

You do not know, when this day comes,
But you wait for it
In fear you lose immortality
Expecting the hour
You go blind,
Shrouded by a mysterious-sad twilight
Fire that warmed your heart
Slowly dies away
No more sacred magnificence
Which were so pleasant
Time as the malicious demon,
Erases traces by the wing everyday...
And will leave you with the moon alone
Track Name: Where No Grown Up Grapes
WHERE NO GROWN UP GRAPES

The sinful remains from generations
Of our ancestors have turned to ashes
You’ll not grow up grapes in that soil
Sin is supple and viscous
Easily takes the form

In the soil where (there are) no grown up grapes
The potter blends the clay from ashes
Gives the breath
To the moulded belief

The form all that this earth has handled
Endless roaming in the devilish desert of fantasies
Imitation of the demonic protest
Frustrations of the flesh and perversions
Animated his individuality
By souls of greed and vanity

In the soil where (there are) no grown up grapes
The potter blends the clay from ashes
Gives the breath
To the moulded belief

Looking for a way he can’t find the place
A science shines his way of nightfall
As a meager flame of shabby mankind
Dies away … and even clay starts to doubt
Dry up and scatter in ashes
The potter continues his job again …
To cover new souls