Salutations, and a debut album
Well, here we go: the whole debut work by 'Decembered', the album '...And That Was Just a Thaw...' is ready and put online.

Probably, that is dark ambient. Then again, maybe not. :-)

1. Evocation
2. Sine-Ntropy
3. Das Vaterland
4. Insomnihaze
5. The Thaw
6. P.s. ...

This is a temporary locations for the files. As soon as our site goes online, either, these songs will be moved there.

These mp3s are original, and they're here for further free distribution. You are welcome and even encouraged to distribute them with any means possible. Damn all that DRM stuff ;-)

And as for CD-R, it is also can be obtained for free (except the post office services payments). CD-R version is slightly different (tracks 3-6 are merged, and no MP3 sound quality downgrade), but it matters little.

The project is working on the next album (or whatever you may call it).

Welcome.



A prologue to '...And That Was Just a Thaw...'

The Thaw

The rippled mirrors of the water melt
Reflect the omnipresent city drone
The southern wind has spread it like a sheet
Above the whole earth; it reaches every creft,
And every corner, where besotted birds
Exclaim the sudden spring to come with all its splendour.
But still it is December...

The cramped down backyards where we used to play
Before our thoughts had grounded forever...
The air cannot contain more odour of the melting earth
And fuming moisture, and it's overwhelming
The guardian of sanity - insanely vigilant, -
Preserving spirit from the avalanche of senseless joy,
Still he reminds that it is just a thaw...

The distant clouds make the Heaven looking high,
And yet still inculcate the souls with hope
The hope for better times, and calm, and warmth...
But ragged are these dreams, and ragged are the winter clouds,
And futile are their tries to force the sun from skydome...
It goes down early anyway, for that's the law:
It is December now, it is just a thaw.

The lucid dreaming was too sweet to wake,
But worthless, like the words of disenchantment always were,
And though I dreamt my winter found its end,
I guess it'd just begun, and spring will make me wait -
No reason to complaint, and to surprise
The truth's at hand, with all its sores:
It's my December now, and - that was just a thaw...