DESCRIPTION:
Band: Sincarnate
Song: Curriculum Mortis
Album: In Nomine Homini
Year: 2017
Country: Romania
Genre: Blackened Death/Doom Metal

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Recording Lineup:

Andrei J. (Drums)
Andrei Z. (Bass)
Marius (Vocals)
Cristi (Guitars)
Giani (Guitars)

Music by Sincarnate
Lyrics by Giani Stanescu
Choirs recorded by Irinel Cirlan
Produced by Andrei Jumuga
Mixed & Mastered by Andrei Jumuga, Edmond Karban and Cristian Popescu @ Consonance Studio
Artcover by Flaviu Moldovan

Lyric video realized by Dawning Media TV for the third track of the new Sincarnate album, "In Nomine Homini", to be released on 1st of April 2017 by Hatework.

Scrolls of Darmoth (https://scrollsofdarmoth.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/sincarnate-in-nomine-homini-album-review-march-2017-ab/): "Curriculum Mortis erupts with a wall of blast beats while the choirboys chant about “beati misericordes” and “beati pauperes”.

Each song on this album is a continuation of the one before it, making this album a perfect circle and Curriculum Mortis makes no difference. Fast, aggressive parts alternate with slow, aggressive parts, so basically the terror does not stop, everything is a continuous whirlwind of chaos and hate.

Towards who or whom, well, you’ll need to buy the album and read the lyrics to find that out."

Curriculum Mortis - Lyrics

Beati pauperes, beati misericordes, beati pacifici, beati mundo corde.

Blessed are the poor, for they inherited nothing,
Blessed are the merciful, for they don’t need anything from you.

Out in the desert, I had to start all over, from mud and spit and sorrow,
She procreates in pain, the future man’s order.

I came to find, among the lies, that thin red line that makes me wonder,
Who are the best, the ones who rest, forever? Forever…

I blend in, my mask unbreakable, still here, relentless,
Never tired, an unwelcomed guest, trespassing, I keep the line…
Unwanted, I am the stranger.
Aware, I do not crush the firmament of wonders.

She procreates in pain, the future man’s order.

I came to find, among the lies, that thin red line that makes me wonder,
Who are the best, the ones who rest, forever?
Forever…

Blessed are the peaceful, for they are the children of man,
Blessed are hurtful, for they shall see mankind arise.

Blessed are the poor, for they will inherit nothing,
Blessed are the merciful, for they don’t need anything from you.