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This is Our debut EP.

You can buy the limited (recycled paper, only 100 pieces made) hand-numbered digipack edition here: wearethebanishedones.bigcartel.com/product/hatred-limited-hand-numbered-digipack-ep

Recorded , mixed and mastered at SuperSize Recording studio by Attila Horvath

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released November 1, 2012



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THE BANISHED Budapest, Hungary

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Track Name: Banishment
we are the banished ones cast out from our barn.
Track Name: Words & Wounds
hate ain't enough to describe me and you still think if you repeat your lies they become real. now i see it was just the sand of wasted time elapsed in the black hourglass. what you've become is burning the picture, your portrait, you've made me paint. all you have to do is forget what you feel and remember what you deserve. i've created all this, something pretty from the monster. but you've never existed. now you're dead to me, i won't let you bring me down again. another you….another me…another now...i don't fear death anymore, the devil fears me, she's scared. it doesn't matter how many knives you poked into me, i have pulled them out, my wounds' treasures are yours. i stab you with my thousand horns, get under your skin and bite the flesh that you call heart. i sink my teeth into your neck and drink the evil blood.
Track Name: Erida
i was born as a stranger and will leave my body the same. i feel ashamed i am human, i feel sorry for being born this way. the guilt of tortures eats me alive for I can do nothing to prevent them. no compassion, no quarter given, all that i feel is the bloodlust. i thought i will die with hate running in my veins when i found pure love to be only given by erida. she is rage, discord and strife her anger is never satisfied. solace can be found even in the darkest of times if only one remembers to turn on the light. breathe light in, exit the vein.
Track Name: Deathwaltz
plant a tree in my heart, growing from anger, higher and higher with the deepest roots above and the longest branches below that i can climb up and find the way out of this dark forest of sorrow. glide over the highest cloud, swim in the deepest ocean. floating on the ghostriver from the cave where we were raised by hate, a realm built upon the murdered ones. i shall leave to feel alive or i'm to stay here to die. there's no lie if you believe in this world of hatred, there is no god its just faith. its like living with a knife at our throats every second of every day. my saints are the world's heathen demigods these saints are not heroes of vigor and rapture but abandonment and affliction. i am not created by misleading higher power, i am from love with no regret with a heart of a lion for all the ones i have.
Track Name: V.
you think this is how god stopped the earth to grow? he just stopped believing, we are all alone in the middle of empty fields of misery. sinking in the blackest sea, the depth is calling our names. we are dead, digging our own graves. this is the deep end but i'm still breathing. woke up on the wrong side of death it's darker than a coffin on the blackest night. how could you create such a monster that even he turned his back on us. fatherless times and motherless lives, this rigid world is my orphaned child. am i selfish to want this child alive? i cross my heart and hope to die. destroy and decimate this whole fucking place and our shameless race. i am the fifth horseman of the apocalypse.
Track Name: Yours Truly
i keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. i have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. […] i am down on whores and i shan't quit ripping them till i do get buckled. grand work the last job was. i gave the lady no time to squeal. how can they catch me now. i love my work and want to start again. you will soon hear of me with my funny little games. i saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and i can't use it. red ink is fit enough i hope. the next job i do i shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. keep this letter back till i do a bit more work, then give it out straight. my knife's so nice and sharp i want to get to work right away if i get a chance. good luck. yours truly, jack the ripper. don't mind me giving the trade name […] they say i'm a doctor now.