Fire, Ice, Oil, Salt

from Shades of Memory (demo) by ADESA

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lyrics

LOCATION: Deception Island, South Shetlands, Antarctica.
YEAR: 1931 AD.

PROLOGUE: Deception Island is called thus because from the sea, it looks like a solid land-mass - but it is actually a flooded caldera. It was used as a sealing and whaling station, with predictably catastrophic results for the surrounding wildlife. Finally abandoned in the 1930s, this lyric tells the tale of one whaler, who travelled to the ends of the earth in search of oil-wealth, and instead found only misery and death.

LYRICS:
The caldera lies dormant
But the fires of hell still burn these Southern skies;
Prometheus devours with industrial greed
As Vulcan lays his sorrowed head to rest.

“Soot billows clouds that mar the frozen night
And as I try to set my gaze upon the stars
Grease-laden snow settles
On to my blood-slick skin….on to my skin.”

When the weary seas grow quiet and still of song
And when our hold is full to bursting, we leave
Behind us, on this acrid beach, the bones of giants lie
Like the carnage of some demonic feast…

“Full of hope, for our fortunes have been made
We set to pass beneath The Convent
As through Neptune’s Bellows we navigate,
But for our effrontery
The Sea God unveils his rage:
The rock that cleaves from the cliffs
Smashes timber and sinks us to the depths…”

The cold is absolute as terror
The water’s grip as sure as death
And as oil and salt rush into my lungs
Out is forced my final breath.

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from Shades of Memory (demo), released December 10, 2018

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ADESA Calgary, Alberta

Forged across a 20 year friendship, Adesa brings together two Scots, now living in Canada and the US, continuing a personal exploration of crushing, groove-based heaviness, guttural, attacking vocals and epic storytelling.

Expect the heaviness of Crowbar, the aggression of Pantera, the evocation of Gojira and the rawness of Raging Speedhorn.

THE RIFF IS DEAD.

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