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OCTOHAWK - Make It On The Crust (Official Video)

OCTOHAWK - Make It On The Crust (Official Video) Stream and download the song at https://orcd.co/makeitonthecrust Octohawk unleash their heaviest track to date: a crushing progressive sludge-metal statement about humanity’s insignificance on a fragile crust above molten chaos, paired with a raw, fully DIY music video made by the band themselves. Released via The Norwegian Sound, this marks the start of Octohawk’s next chapter following Animist and Determinist. Video by Stian Svorkmo and Stone:Arock Studio Mixed and Mastered by Kjetil Ottersen at Vektor Facilities --- Lyrics: RIVERS OF FLAMES BELOW, WE STRIDE ABOVE WE’RE BALANCING ON EDGES GIVING STRENGTH TO MY BONE DENSITY THE GRAVITY DROPS I RAISE MY HANDS AND STRETCH THEM UP TO A HELL OF GAP BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT WAS NOT WHERE GRAVITY SPIKES, LOCK ITS JAWS AND JUST KEEPS HOLDING ON COMPRESS AND EXPAND TO MAKE YOU HOLD, GETTING SQUEEZED IN BETWEEN THE SUPPORTS THE SOURCE FOR THE CREAKING DOORS IF THE EARTH CAN KEEP SPINNING THROUGH AN ENDLESS NIGHT, THEN I WILL STAND MY FIGHT AND NOW REALIZING, EVERYTHING AROUND HERE IS WHAT HOLDS US FROM (THE) FIRE THE SOIL BENEATH MY FEET REMINDS ME OF MY OWN INSIGNIFICANCE. OH MEANINGLESS AND UNCONCEIVABLE THE CRUST I WALK IS THE FOUNDATION OF MY VERY OWN BEING. BUT WE ENDURE, UNBROKEN, UNBENT AND UNYIELDING TO A HELL OF GAP BETWEEN WHAT WAS AND WHAT WAS NOT WHERE GRAVITY SPIKES, LOCK ITS JAWS AND JUST KEEPS HOLDING ON COMPRESS AND EXPAND TO MAKE YOU HOLD, GETTING SQUEEZED IN BETWEEN THE SUPPORTS THE SOURCE FOR THE CREAKING DOORS IF THE EARTH CAN KEEP SPINNING THROUGH AN ENDLESS NIGHT, THEN I WILL STAND MY FIGHT AND NOW REALIZING, EVERYTHING AROUND HERE… I LIVE- IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT, AND SING ALL THESE SONGS OUT OF FEAR IN DUST, I DEFIANTLY MARCH, I STAY ON MY TRAIL AND FORCE BACK THE IMPULSE TO PUSH THROUGH THE SELF-INFLICTED VEIL. JUST TO PROVE YOU WERE RIGHT, A CONSTANT TO PUT ME ON PLACE YOU WAIT – TILL THE TIME IS JUST RIGHT AND YOU’VE BROKEN THE TRUST. YOU’RE BOUND TO A SPHERE MADE OF IRON TO MAKE IT ON THE CRUST I CAN FEEL THE IRON MOVING SWIRLING RIGHT BENEATH ME, IGNITES. I CAN BREATHE THE BURNING LIQUID RISING FROM THE FRACTURES OF NIGHT THE SOIL BENEATH MY FEET REMINDS ME OF MY OWN INSIGNIFICANCE. OH MEANINGLESS AND UNCONCEIVABLE THE CRUST I WALK IS THE FOUNDATION OF MY VERY OWN BEING. BUT WE ENDURE, UNBROKEN, UNBENT AND UNYIELDING I LIVE – IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT, AND SING ALL THESE SONGS OUT OF FEAR IN DUST, I DEFIANTLY MARCH, I STAY ON MY TRAIL AND FORCE BACK THE IMPULSE TO PUSH THROUGH THE SELF-INFLICTED VEIL. JUST TO PROVE YOU WERE RIGHT, A CONSTANT TO PUT ME ON PLACE YOU WAIT – TILL THE TIME IS JUST RIGHT AND YOU’VE BROKEN THE TRUST. YOU’RE BOUND TO A SPHERE MADE OF IRON TO MAKE IT ON THE CRUST