(Industrial) Sturmreaktor - Fallout EP - 2008, MP3, 320 kbps

Sturmreaktor - шведский проект музыки в стиле Industrial. Основатель - Йоханнес Дуплин (Johannes Dyplin).
Стиль музыки можно описать, как смешение industrial, electro, synthpop и techno.
В 2005 году Йоханнес Дуплин начал экспериментировать с электронной музыкой в стиле Industrial. В феврале 2008 года появился проект под названием "Celestial Chaos", выпустивший несколько песен. Ни одна из них не была выпущена, поскольку их количества не хватало на полноценный релиз.
Свое имя, Sturmreaktor, проект получил в конце 2008 года, после музыкального фестиваля Popblaster Festival in Järpen/Åre, в Швеции.

Fallout EP - первый сольный релиз шведского проекта Sturmreaktor, основанного Йоханнесом Дуплином. Вдохновленный творчеством проектов Combichrist, Grendel, Colony 5 и Funker Vogt, релиз посвящен таким темам, как война, разрушение, человеческое безразличие и моральное разложение. В треках слышится прекрасное сочетание электронного ритма, синтетических "петель" и мощного текста. Стиль релиза можно определить как свежее сочетание EBM, synthpop и industrial.
Заглавная композиция, Fallout, написана в честь популярной серии игр Fallout, и немного как ознаменование выхода третьей части серии.
В релизе также присутствует танцевальный ремикс, сделанный проектом Jester Project.

Fallout
There is more than what you behold.
That is what we once were told.
But all that's left, is despair,
so how can you see what isn't there?
What once were verdant plains we turned
into cold and frigid earth.
The landscape has been laid to rest
in its nuclear winter dress
Searching all over this frozen soil
for a place where we can live
a place that we may call our own.
Across the barren wastelands,
away from the flame
we'll find our sanctuary,
we will prevail.
Cities of the righteous
and the proud and the just
was turned into ashes
and shattered to dust.
But a kingdom shall rise
where the stars once fell
We'll find a place
to build our castle in hell.
Who were right and who were wrong,
was decided by the strong.
Correct the faults, indoctrinate,
when it failed, eradicate.
Then the vaults got filled with crowds
as nations traded mushroom clouds.
We are not the ones to blame,
but we're bearing the burden as we're...
Searching all over this frozen soil
for a place where we can live
a place that we may call our own.
Across the barren wastelands,
away from the flame
we'll find our sanctuary,
we will prevail.
Cities of the righteous
and the proud and the just
was turned into ashes
and shattered to dust.
But a kingdom shall rise
where the stars once fell
We'll find a place
to build our castle in hell.
Rise
Can you taste the hatred of this world?
Do you see it all around you?
Can you feel the tumor we all bear?
Can you hear the screams of the innocent?
Take a look around you, what can you see?
The sky is dark, the land is scarred.
There is not much hope left to find.
Why must this world be so blind?
Hold my hand,
together we will rise,
above this godforsaken land.
Above this pityful world.
You and me.
The masses marches on inside
this world of filth we're living in.
Their minds are set, their eyes are shut.
They cannot see what they have done.
The individual forgotten,
more important things to do.
A child is born, a soul is lost.
This whole world fills me with disgust.
Hold my hand,
together we will rise,
above this godforsaken land.
Above this pityful world.
You and me.
No Regret
She couldn't see what you wanted to be.
That's why you left her,
wanted to be free.
Not bound anymore
by the chains of love;
you flew away into the skies above.
Into a land far away,
though as you stare at the moon
you're starting to question why you're in this platoon.
And as you think about her, your heart has not healed.
Nevertheless this is your battlefield
They never told you
on the plateau
that there's 700 soldiers
waiting below.
Marching together,
searching for prey.
But you must hold your ground
'til the end of the day.
Your objective:
To stand with pride.
Now the time has come,
this is suicide.
You've made your choice.
Your mind is set.
There's no turning back.
There is no regret.
Living by your soldiers creed.
Serving your country, your nation in need.
You are spreading sorrow and grief,
justified by your belief.
An army wide for a nation tall.
You must go on, you mustn't fall.
Living with your life on a string
you wake up in the night, hear the mortars sing.
They never told you
on the plateau
that there's 700 soldiers
waiting below.
Marching together,
searching for prey.
But you must hold your ground
'til the end of the day.
Your objective:
To stand with pride.
Now the time has come,
this is suicide.
You've made your choice.
Your mind is set.
There's no turning back.
There is no regret.
Human Disease
Take a look behind the shallow mask you have in front of you.
Is there any substance left when it's removed?
As you look into your bathroom mirror in this pallid lighting.
Do you have the courage to face yourself?
Your dreams have turned to nightmares and your nightmares into sleepless nights.
Can you even recall times when things were different?
You cannot cure yourself from the disease called humanity.
You're going on crusade and I can hear you scream:
We came to slay,
we came to kill.
This foul decay
that make you ill.
Peel off skin
and rend its flesh.
We must begin,
start over fresh.
This filthy blight,
this parasite
that is behind
the human kind.
We will not stop
'til we are done.
So close your eyes,
it has begun
You cannot breathe inside this superficial individual.
Suffocated by the echos that they call life.
You cannot run away from it, because you're always stuck inside.
Stuck inside your own mind as the panic spreads.
You must escape this endless sentence that they call reality.
You wish to start all over, want to purge yourself.
You're searching for the answer. What's the cure for this cancer?
Is life just an illusion, are you nothing but a drone?
We came to slay,
we came to kill.
This foul decay
that make you ill.
Peel off skin
and rend its flesh.
We must begin,
start over fresh.
We came to slay,
we came to kill.
This foul decay
that make you ill.
Peel off skin
and rend its flesh.
We must begin,
start over fresh.
This filthy blight,
this parasite
that is behind
the human kind.
We will not stop
'til we are done.
So close your eyes,
it has begun.
Tomorrow
Is it fate?
Those broken dreams of yours.
That was meant to be.
Or are they still there?
Within your reach.
Yet so far away.
Procrastination.
No motivation
to change your destiny.
If something's worth
more than what you are doing now
then why are you still here?
(x2)
If you live your life tomorrow
soon you will have nothing left.
And your life will become hollow.
Charge your former self for theft.
Waiting will accomplish nothing.
Time will not wait for you.
Every second has a purpose.
Every minute is made for you.
Is it fate?
Those broken dreams of yours.
That was meant to be.
If something is worth
more than the life you are living now
then why are you still here?
(x2)
If you live your life tomorrow
soon you will have nothing left.
And your life will become hollow.
Charge your former self for theft.
Waiting will accomplish nothing.
Time will not wait for you.
Every second has a purpose.
Every minute is made for you.