The Opening

by Navhaja

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Chris Wightman
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Chris Wightman Thall to the maximus. A nice thick, phatty mix with crisp percussion and deep lows. Well done, instant buy for fans of Reg3n or HLB. Favorite track: Mirror of Ifrit.
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oracle miata How do you say thall in Argentinian? Favorite track: Abjuration.
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Sludgewave Guy behind Reg3n has totally out-thalled his solo project. Favorite track: Abjuration.
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released March 5, 2016

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Navhaja Córdoba, Argentina

Navhaja is a djent duet from Argentina consisting of Mario Rebuffi (Reg3n) in the instrumental section and Lucas "Lukeas" Pacheco (ex Sublevels) in vocals

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Track Name: Abjuration
Thrown my deadly contour to the grinder
From the morbid echoing of madness
A coil of blasphemies bursts out of my mouth
As their vacuous expression lights up and rejoice

Attempt to punish a defenseless soul
For inexistant crimes it will compensate
Salute the entrances of consuming flame
Releasing me from this so-called deadly sin

Tu dis que je suis l'envoyée du diable
ce n'est pas vrai
Le corps meurt, mais pas l' essence de la vie
Le corps meurt, mais pas l' essence de la vie

These words are for my own salvation
Soon my frantic breath is fading away
I declare my fate yet to be fulfilled
I shall rise
Track Name: Mirror of Ifrit
An eyesight of vileness and power innerves the surface of my spine

Another shadow now is free from the curse of ending life
A charm to witness chances of re-create realms of days past

Evaporation of it all
Trascends the body into void
The strength and will of a demigod pulling the strings of nature

Darkness of fear itself, vividness in burning eyes
Casting a pale light into what's left of me

What's left of me?

I see my brothers and I in the mirror of Ifrit
Reflected chaos

See what I see, hear the call from the beyond
Born from flames

I see the rope around my neck , and the kicking of the chair
I see the rising and the fall
I see the swamp of tears and blood

I see myself being reborn, and the key to open death in my transparent hands

See what I see, hear the call from the beyond
Born from flames
Track Name: Labyrinth
As I crawl through the patterns that twist and bend
The frail shape of my thoughts
Restless, nauseating

And their vicious gaze contemplate
My struggle
Such human decay, chocking me
Leeching off my flesh

Pulling me down while they take control of my whole body
Full consumption of my strength
Caustic blood dripping from my eyes
Tear the veins out
I lie down
I've lost hope, lost direction,
Nothing left, nothing else

Nothing
Left

Nothing
Else

Mortal
Fate
Breaking the will to live

Godless
Place

Mortal
Fate

Mortal
Track Name: Awoken
Dragged down to a senseless existence
Dissipation of divine descendance

Dwelling on confusion inside
A swarm of unconnected memories

Go beyond the threshold of disturbance and pain
Numbness swallows self
Despair giving birth

Awoken in this hell
Living hell

A shapeless entity facing the dilemma of finitude
While the skin envelops the vessel, extremities arise from the sides
A processor in the top, strings filling the container
Breathe in, breathe out, originate

Caught inside a single expression between life and decayment
The clock eroding, paving its way to death

Now that the eyes have seen and the perception has failed
Distorted flashbacks now feed empty feelings of humanity
Engulfing the whole experience Of searching for a meaning

An individual put into solitary confinement
Subdued by his own thoughts
Repressed by ignorance and guilt
Looking for answers that don't exist
Loosing grip from reality
Loosing control of his destiny

Fallen
Dispose the knowledge
Relearn
Rearrange distorted fragments of a distant past program erased

Caught inside a single expression between life and decayment
The clock eroding, paving its way to death

Go beyond the threshold of disturbance and pain
Numbness swallows self
Despair giving birth