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“Occam's Razor“ is taken from 'The Suns of Perdition: Chapter IV', available as DigiCD, Vinyl, and Digital Mass Media via Eisenwald on November 22nd. Pre-Save Digital Single: Order-Options & More information → Subscribe for more music! → ________________________________ The band states: “Occam's Razor“ slices through the veneer of civilization, exposing the raw, bleeding truth beneath. This is a world where flesh remembers but time forgets, where the survivors of past horrors are the first to face the new onslaught. The song is a furious indictment of a humanity that has failed to learn from its sins, marching blindly towards the same ruin that befell Rome, Byzantium, and Carthage. It is the sound of the final judgment, the cutting edge of the blade that will sever the ties between man and his fleeting delusions of glory. “The Suns of Perdition IV concludes with its ultimate offering “To Shadow Zion“ - a multi-layered title fusing the definition of Zion, in the context of “a heavenly place“ or “utopia“ coupling with the Jungian concept of the Shadow - together forming the vile, repressed nature of humanity with that of the sacred and of the holy. SUNS IV, in its final analysis, is the last sounds of a borrowed world, where earth's last picture is painted - the terminus of all paradises lost - at Shadow Zion.“ Original Footage captured by @Hellricker at Club From Hell Erfurt ________________________________ PANZERFAUST Records, Merch, and more: Store (Germany) → Store (EU/World) → Store (US) → Bandcamp (World) → ________________________________ LYRICS Flesh remembers but time forgets For the last survivors Are the first for whom they came What use is flesh without a skin to shed? What good is time absent a dream to die? As God made them As sin marred them Glory rejects them On the Eighth Day The LORD created suffering If you seek the devils to till the earth You need only look around you Rome. Byzantium. Carthage. Into the rubble Again, the survivors guilt Is the Taboric Light How might we hide from The cauldron of fire? The holy birth of violence Each age must pay a price for indifference You needn‘t look any further The universe is wrought with their works The Somme. Donbas. Stalingrad A Wagnerian echo Again, survivor‘s guilt Is the Taboric Light How might we hide from The cauldron of fire; Mankind‘s natural sickness We‘ll heed no din for a battle The blood beats cold in the blink of an eye Feign consent to thrust upon the governed Across the broad side of Occam‘s Razor Et in Arcadia ego A false refuge is the tempest to come Final is the call to dominate the other Until we breathe the sound of Occam‘s Fucking Razor As God made them As sin marred them Glory rejects them ________________________________ Subscribe to our YouTube channel for more music, videos, and frequent updates → Join our Spotify playlists for weekly updates on new songs and the latest releases from our camp → Get our newsletter → More music from PANZERFAUST on our channel → ________________________________ Follow PANZERFAUST Follow EISENWALD Youtube: Website: Instagram: Bandcamp: Spotify: Facebook: Twitter: #blackmetal #metal
