A journey into a past of conquer and explotation while connecting the dots to the injustice of the present day.
The conqueror leaves his home. He sails into heavy waters and the soft nostalgic piano turns aggresive.
Requiem, aternam dona eis.
They greet death with confidence.
The conqueror docks on a new shore. The worker sees him coming. Jembes drown in the shuffle of the drums.
3 Contract of Conquer
The conqueror extends his power by forcing a contract which inshrines systemic oppression. A powerfull guitar takes over.
4 Working On
The conqueror argues for the greater picture of progression. He feels entitled to rule over the working class by natural or devine default. The work is pushed to duty in a bass riff. One spots the shadow in a heroic chorus.
If you work for me
Injustice is reproduced. The winner takes it all from the losers. Shadows are dancing in the tension of major and minor chords.
Over time you will understand
6 Industrial Evolution
The conqueror brags about all the nice stuff he gained from forced labour. A funky groove for the good times.
I own a ship
The conqueror's power seems unlimited. He lives in decadence and swings big. His realm is now a whole city. The fields turn into a factory. The rhythm accelerates and the beat hardens.
Having all the force within one finger