Ekkaia - Split with Unsane Crisis (2001) neocrust | screamo | dark hardcore | crust | Spanish

Ekkaia - Split with Unsane Crisis (2001) - Ekkaia 's part - neocrust, screamo, hardcore, crust, dark hardcore, Spanish
ekkaia - El Tercer Ojo
ekkaia - Sueсo Eterno
ekkaia - Procuro Verdades
ekkaia - Escasez
ekkaia - El Silencio De La Inocencia
ekkaia - El Amor Estб Muerto
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[@01234Kurt]

El desarrollo mental del miedo a todas las experiencias limitadas... el olor nauseabundo de mis visiones extremas, la locura unitaria de un mundo revuelto, la infinidad inalcanzable de mi propio interior, el desarrollo imperfecto de hombres y arboles caidos, un infiemo de color turquesa sobre un cielo envuelto en llamas: significado en tus ojos de hipocresia, fantasia y complejidad, el miedo a lo desconocido.. la muerte y todas sus enfermedades, cien pensamientos en un solo segundo sobre un monte repleto de animalillos filosoficos, la cabeza me estalla y no alcanzo las respuestas, sus lagrimas son esa pistola en tus manos, la diversidad aniquilada en un mundo cada vez mas artifical... la descripion perfecta de un desastre real
The mental development of the fear of all the limited experiences... the nauseous scent of my extreme visions, the unitary madness of a shaken world, the unattainable infinity of my own interior, the imperfect development of men and you hoist caidos, infiemo of turquesa color on a sky surrounded in flames: meaning in your eyes of hipocresia, fantasy and complexity, the fear to the stranger. the death and all its diseases, one hundred thoughts in a single second on a mount filled with philosophical animalillos, the head explodes to me and I do not reach the answers, its tears are that pistol in your hands, the diversity annihilated in a more and more artifical world... the perfect descripion of a real disaster