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Anlace: Bleeding Your Hate CD [final version]

‘Bleeding Your Hate’ is now out!!!!

Here are the final versions of the CD artwork from Mexican Death Metal band

ANLACE!

I’m really chuffed to have my artwork used like this.
It is also great to see Anlace finally get the CD released after many delays. I really love the quality sound that the new album has and I think that it is well worth the wait!
They have very generously offered the album in two formats.
There is the actual CD itself for those who want to support the band and who like to have an actual CD.
And also to help to promote the band it is possible to download the whole album for free from http://www.anlace.org/audio.html
So check it out and support the band!!

I’m going to frame mine =D

 

Nature

Nature

“A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean, and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still

A lover of the meadows and the woods,

And mountain; and of all that we behold

From this green earth; of all the mighty world

Of eye and ear, both what they half-create,

And what perceive; well pleased to recognise

In nature and the language of the sense,

The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,

The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul

Of all my moral being.”

William Wordsworth

Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey,

on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour,

July 13, 1798

The Hushing of The Wye

The Wye

” The Wye is hushed nor moved along,
And hushed my deepest grief of all,
When filled with tears that cannot fall,
I brim with sorrow, drowning song.

The tide flows down, the wave again,
Is vocal in its wooded walls,
My deeper anguish also falls,
And I can speak a little then.”

from ‘The Hushing of the Wye’
by Alfred Lord Tennyson