Trawler

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Zhakathoom Mother Russia has given birth to yet another solid band. Trawler whips up some real catchy heavy metal rock here. Favorite track: Waves.
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Trawler songs will appreciate true fans of the genre and absolutely everyone.
Totaly crystal and cold notes of the North in fat sauce of southern metal.

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released January 28, 2015

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Trawler Arkhangelsk, Russia

Trawler songs will appreciate true fans of the genre and absolutely everyone.
Totaly crystal and cold notes of the North in fat sauce of southern metal.

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Track Name: Passion
All my friends whole their lives
Keep silence and make self-sacrifice
They wander in a dark still
Tell what you want and what you feel

What you need is a good thrashing
Passivity is the wrong way
I need a fucking passion

They are scared of wind of changes
To experiment with new ideas
And I will never leave my sweet home
But I’m full of desire

What you need is a good thrashing
Passivity is the wrong way
I need a fucking passion

It’s the parent’s fault who I’ve become.
They loved my brother more than me.
Wife rubs me in. Job picks up free time.
Close people never think of me.

What you need is a good thrashing
Passivity is the wrong way
I need a fucking passion
Track Name: Waves
When I was a child, I could quickly fall asleep and see vivid dreams.
I have seen the light. I was careless and pure as the driven snow.
The Sea was splashing inside me.

I drained this Sea
And my dreams become boring
I kept the evil freak to the bottom of rubbish soul

And he did not know the word for mercy, he stayed cold and unceremonious
With every day that person was yelling louder at me

I drained this Sea
And my dreams become boring
I hide the evil freak at the bottom of rubbish soul

I waking up early in the morning from the endless boredom in my dreams.
I kicked out nasty freak
I plunged into the waves of blankets
And again I regained the Sea which was the bedroom for me