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Descending
01:44
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Instrumental
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Reaching the Bottom
03:43
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There was an accident at sea and it tore my ship apart.
The sound of breaking wood and the screams, they shook us to the core.
Almost half of us were hurled overboard and pushed into the deep, but
the other half is trapped inside the wreck, like me.
I am not sure about the entire magnitude right now.
But the thing is, I am trapped in my stateroom and it’s filling up with water;
through a hand-sized crack in the planks, where a picture of my family used to be.
The salty cold just passed my knees - it’s raising fast.
Panic raises in the same velocity.
Oh my god, it’s almost at my neck, I am so cold!
My fingers started twitching, almost like I lost control.
Clumsily I fight my way to the bulls-eye and take a look outside…
Reaching the bottom.
As the wreck hits the sand, 50 meters deep, a quake goes through the sea.
And the noise of damaged wood like a dying mans last groan.
I lie at the bottom of the sea, dished up for death.
There is no chance of rescue to be seen, we are holding our breath.
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Holding Our Breath
03:36
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Me and my little sister were sent on this trip to visit grandma overseas.
Our parents thought it would be nice for us to travel all alone this time.
After a nasty bang, all hell broke loose,
then we got separated and something hit my head.
We were in the restaurant as I collapsed amongst 200 people at least. I woke up all alone.
I am twelve and my sister is 7 and a half. “Take good care of her” was the last thing dad said to me. “Take good care of her!”
Am I still dizzy or is there something wrong with the floor?
The whole room seems to tilt.
What happened to the horizon?
The only thing I see through the windows is bubbles and foam.
A cracking noise reveals what’s coming and I see the glass shatter under the tons of weight.
Suddenly everything is flooded, I hold my breath while trying to regain my orientation.
A glimpse of a blonde lock at the opposite side of the room awakens my ambition.
I fight my way through broken furniture, my lungs feel like on fire, I need fresh air.
Finally, I pull the last table off her body.
Anabéle! She’s dead. I’m losing all hope.
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Losing All Hope
04:44
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We are too deep now to be saved, we must accept our fate.
Still trapped between these wooden planks,
everything else: washed away.
We are losing our hope.
We are losing our faith.
It's been hours since we ran out of air, at least in my head.
Losing all hope!
Through a crack in the sidewall I can see into the blue
and a part of the wreck and a lot of my people in black and blue.
I see them twitching, I see them struggling, I see them ceasing,
I see them fighting for their lives.
We won't ever get home again.
We are too deep down to be saved, accepting our fate.
A greasy engine room is now going to be my grave.
I never thought that life could turn its back on us like this.
My brothers drowned like flies in soup, there's nothing I can change.
The first mate tries to break the planks which keep me trapped.
Clearly at his limits, shaking in need of air.
He takes a deep breath and he's floating away.
This picture is burnt deep into my mind:
Hollow eyes!
There is nobody left, there is no-one left but me.
This is the hardest part; I admit defeat!
I give up!
I give up!
Giving up!
Giving up!
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Giving Up
04:09
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So this is how it feels to die.
I always imagined it way more peaceful.
So this is how it feels to drown. Hell must be heaven compared to this.
Going down!
A thousand burning needles find their way into my lungs, the white-hot pain is keeping me awake.
I throw up and breathe in again.
The pain is overwhelming, I go insane.
I see my life flashing before my eyes.
Not much of a fulfilled life.
There are so many things I regret.
We always know better in the end.
I spent so many years holding on to this life.
Now it's even harder to admit that I’ll die.
Oh, I can't believe I’ll die this way!
I can't believe I’ll die today!
But the process is almost complete, I can already feel my limbs becoming useless.
I take one more breath and this one’s my final.
My mind and body split up in agony.
Oh my god, this is like getting skinned alive fully conscious, metaphorically speaking.
I feel myself being seperated from this sinking shell, I used to call my body.
This was the last time I have ever seen my face.
The captain goes down with his ship.
This body has become one with the sea.
The captain goes down with his ship
and this body will soon become sea foam.
While my remains are rotting away,
I become their reflection.
While my remains sink down into the sea,
I am changing directions!
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I Watch Mountains Grow Vienna, Austria
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IWMG was founded in 2009 as Rotted on Toilet in Vienna,
Austria. In summer 2012, they released their five-track-EP „A Place To Get Lost“.
On 21.12.2012, the band decided to move on as I Watch Mountains Grow.
Their debut album „The Ancient“ hit the market in fall 2014.
This summer, their concept work „Andromeda I: Nereid“ and „Andromeda II: Cero“ were released.
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