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M. - guitars, bowed guitar, fm3 buddha machine, lyrics
Tryfar - vocals
A.N. - bass

No synths or keyboards were used on this track.

Recorded in the dusty rooms of an abandoned juvenile correctional facility between November 2009 and April 2010.
Mixed and mastered by MZ at 322 Studio.

Artwork and layout by Tryfar. Photos by Tryfar and M..

All music by Sleeping Village.

Released as split digi-cdr with Asofy ( by trazeroeuno, 0/1A018. Limited to 133 handnumbered copies.


released July 15, 2010



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Sleeping Village Volterra, Italy

The project was created by Mortifer (aka M.) in Volterra (Tuscany, Italy) at the end of 2002.

The monicker could be simply interpreted as a nocturnal and secluded place, or thoroughly, a metaphor for isolation both mental and physical from other people and contemporary world.
It was taken from the homonymous song by Black Sabbath.
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Track Name: To the harsh corners of reality
And now, where's all that gone?
Who stoled my unperturbed Eden from me?
Now dark seagulls gather in the skies
Like ominous thoughts
And ravenous hawks
Pierce my heart
Exquisite torture
Neverending torture
As I watch, my soul like a gaping mouth,
At the ruins
The fading, battered, poor remains
Of what was once a perfect prism
Unviolated kingdom of blue.
Who turned eternal youth, eternal gold
Into grey mist, nondescript matter,
Inexplicable moonstones
The sense of which
Is a mystery unto itself
Forever locked away from me?
And the key is gone
To the harsh infinite corners
Of reality
So unevenly cut
So strangely shaped
Like sand in my mouth
My tongue has sand all over it
Never swallow, never swallow
Like an acrobat