Mundane Entropy

by Neurotech

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From the storms to the floods.

Eleventh Neurotech album 'Ave Neptune' is coming out on April 21.

Tracklist:

01. The Coming Storms
02. Mundane Entropy
03. Never-Ending Maze
04. The Serpent Bites
05. Only Heartbeat
06. Repent in Need
07. Spiraling Down
08. Whirlwind
09. Inner Quest
10. The Years of the Flood

Written / Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by Wulf

Cover by 0101 / Wulf

Special thanks to all Devoted Patrons:

Archon0003, Dmitrii Roets, Данило Терлеский, Creation FMR, Michael, Chris Randall, Andy from Texas, m3f, Pavel Jirkovsky, Aleister Vovk, B.M.E Electronics, Yves Wheeler, Jared Grove, Jose Abboud, Kevin Disser, Eriah Sylverstone, Matt Summerville, Phill Phobos, Pero Tiitto, Tristan Todd, Yevgeniy Yanchenko, Deteccion Metallica, Branden Lucero, Jiri Rimssy Jedlicka, Martin Konečný, NeuroFineon, Rick Haertle, Adrians Cibulskis, Andreas Ellenrieder, Erjoh, Rob Portman, Issa, Aleksander Olbrych, Grzechu Ra, Chris Mercer, Stefanie, SkyBreed, CZM27, Maciek Żak, Noiratblack, Serac, Misty, Elliott Verbiest, Ronny Weber, Vercidium, Darren Landig, Laurent Mazuel, Hardwired

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Slovenian composer / producer Wulf is:

NeuroAxis [ambient / downtempo]

neuroaxis.bandcamp.com

Neurotech [metal / electronic]

neurotech.bandcamp.com

NeuroWulf [trance / futurepop]

neurowulf.bandcamp.com

lyrics

*** LYRICS ***

When all feelings subside
In the depths of despair
As we bid our goodbyes
We are condemned with crushing intent

Everything is fading on its own

At a fast pace
We carry the heaviest load
And in vain
We open every door

On our last day
We are reaching the shore
It's so mundane
To follow something more

For the millionth time
We are forgetting to care
As all unfamiliar ties
Always end we still pretend

In the dead of the night
We are still thinking
In the pale moonlight
We are still freezing

We are a prey to harvest
In catharsis
Everything is fading on its own