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We proudly present to you our 6th full length record "Hunt What You Fear" that includes 9 new tracks we've been working on with all our hearts and minds for months.

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The album deals with the corrupt political and economical state of our country and the world. The raw and fierce energy that fuels the songs are the reflection of our passion for fighting for the oppressed and against tyranny that soaks our every day life and unstable future but at the same time offers a helping hand and voice for the voiceless in this deafening world.

All songs written and performed by The Southern Oracle
Lyrics and artwork by Barnabás Kókai
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Dániel Ivánfi

07. DOGCATCHER / Runaway Sparks Of The Fight

Snare the strays, break the pack. Sold your soul for a pat on the back. No redemption, no retreat. No more than a coward patrolling the streets. You wear the collar, they hold the chain. Dancing in step with the architect’s reign. You chant their lies like a holy verse, a chorus of cravens rehearsing the curse. Dogcatcher, feeding on fear, drunk on control. You buried your honour in a six-foot hole. Dogcatcher, it’s not a riot, it’s a ritual. Hate made habitual. Every beast you chase becomes the one in the mirror. Dogcatcher, the law you serve is: hunt what you fear. Every slur, a string pulled tight. Now the puppets march in sterilized light. No spine, no fight, just orders and pride. Dogcatcher, you’re not a servant, you’re the system’s bride. Dogcatcher, hand to the devil, swear to god. Dogcatcher, you don’t chase wolves, you cage the wind then sell it back, absolved of sin. Tethered to thrones, kneeling to priests. Dogcatcher, feeding on fear, drunk on control. You buried your honour in a six-foot hole. Dogcatcher, it’s not a riot, it’s a ritual. Hate made habitual. Every beast you chase becomes the one in the mirror. Dogcatcher, the law you serve is: hunt what you fear. Dogcatcher, sweeps through the valley tonight. looking for the runaway sparks of the fight. But I’m fire in the wheat, I’m the voice they cannot hear. A whisper in the ruins: hunt what you fear. Dogcatcher, dogcatcher, hunt what you fear.

“Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.”
― Anne Bradstreet