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With no equipment but our weapons,
wounded, hunted by the heat of the rising sun,
without water or food, alone on an island in the middle of the ocean...

The profile of the volcano emerging from the jungle seems to mock us.

We plunge into the green hell, where the vegetation is thick,
the climate is fierce, sweat, insects, threats at every breath.
Will this island become our tomb?

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Senza equipaggiamento se non le nostre armi
feriti, braccati dal caldo del sole che sorge
senza acqua e cibo, soli su un'isola in mezzo all'oceano

Il profilo del vulcano che emerge dalla giungla sembra deriderci.

Ci immergiamo nell'inferno verde, dove la vegetazione è fitta
il clima è feroce, sudore, insetti, minacce ad ogni respiro
Quest'isola diventerà forse la nostra tomba?

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from HDK 100 † The legend of the wicked pirates, released December 30, 2021

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Heimat Der Katastrophe Milan, Italy

DIY label focused on ambient punk, minimal-synth, dungeon-drone, wartime music and post-nuclear wave. Managed by a creative punx collective from Milano city.

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