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1 | The Poisonous Eve
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| 2 | Worn Out With Dreams
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| 3 | Charis
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| 4 | Under War-Broken Trees
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| 5 | Away From Barren Stars
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| 6 | Winds Devouring Men
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| 7 | Vision Is All That Matters
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| 8 | The Newborn Sailor
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| 9 | The Plain Masks Of Daylight
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| 10 | A Staggering Moon |
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Alexandre Iskandar Hasnaoui - shrieks & Vocals, Orchestral Keyboards, Electric Violin, Synthetizer
Renaud Tschirner - Vocals, Electric Violin, Orchestral Keyboard, Synthetizer
Laura Angelmayer - Soprano Vocals
S�bastien Roland - Sound Design, Programming
Klaus Amann - Trumpet, Horn, Trombone
Shinji Chihara - Violin, Viola
David Kempf - Violin, Solo Violin
Esteri Remond - Soprano
Simon Eberl - Industrial Landscapes and Noises
Guest musicians on this recording:
Klaus Amann - trumpet, horn, trombone
Shinji Chihara - violin, alto
David Kempf - violin
Esteri R�mond - soprano
Nathalie Barbary - soprano |
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| 1. The Poisonous Eye
We've waited so long
My starving eyes
Drunk to see
We've waited so long
Blind
Neither living nor dead
We could have died to see the world in bloom
Poisonous eye
The eyes of men, they withered in the sun
And reason enslaves us no longer
Yet vision is all th |
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Отчаяние, боль, чувство потери, безумия - вот что красной нитью идет через весь альбом от первой до последней песни. Монотонный мужской вокал, скорбный женский хорал, плачущая скрипка, жуткие металлические трубы, появляющиеся невесть откуда, кое-где даже присутствуют звуки колокола - все это уносит из реального мира... куда? Возможно, назад в историю, туда, где по миру прокатывались войны, может быть, и в сам день конца света.
Воображение рисует день после Трагедии, выжженную пустошь, безжизненный мир, равнодушные ветра, снующие по земле, и людей, которым ничего не осталось кроме как оплакивать все вокруг. Но атмосфера не лишена и нотки света - «…the pain is over now», хотя в это не верится. Слишком уж сильна безысходность, создаваемая музыкой Elend. И удивительно, но после нее хочется призывать людей помочь кому-то, улыбаться, дарить тепло... Чтобы не случилось такой трагедии. |
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To a wayward traveller
Another dream... another dream is all we are longing for
In every shade, a fragment of light,
In every shape, every colour, the chasms of solitude
In the temple of truth, we were burning
And we saw the dim sun swallow the sky
Cast out by the scorn of men
In the desert of faces
Can we live without shame?
Can we die without pride?
Poisonous eye
All joy is gone
Seven eyes to see
All joy is gone
Seven eyes to bleed
2. Worn Out With Dreams
Don't tear apart your name
It hides you, and it heals the pain
Don't tear out your love, you can't depart from me
You'll stay away from harm
Abide bt me, when indecision strikes
Down there with me
Let me enfold you
I can't escape our frail embrace
I bend under the morning light
But I could scale the face of life
Mock me, mock me
If my voice is unsteady
I'm just worn out with dreams
Under your pale, sardonic sky
I am watching myself crawl
Down to me
Down with me
Onward a new path
Let me enfold you
We cannot escape our frail embrace
We bend under the morning light
3. Charis
Beauty dies of beauty
Love of love
In the fever of our waiting
We were decieved, without deceivers
Betrayed, without betrayers
A mirror waits for your face
And I have been awaiting you
4. Under War-Broken Trees
Skies visible
Under the seaside shadows
By the city, by the gates
Streets of sands/sadness strays
The war is over now
The pain is over now
Fair eyes still can't see
The healing time provides
Warless I could not see
Sous des cieux fades promesses
Des horizons hallucines
La terre nous etait desormais etrangere
Patris
Pontos
Les flots brises
Le sillage ... un enclair
Terre, mer, cieux melanges ...
Seuls les vents hurlent a nos oreilles
Nos yeux francasses que le sang aveugle...
Sur une mer demontee, machine de colere
"watch over me"
Beyond the velvet veil of fear
A firmamant of grieves
A century of burning
We were tempted by a shade...
In war times, only
The shell lonliness is safe
But under war-broken trees,
Dreams come fast...
Dreams come when you are weary of the sun.
5. Away From Barren Stars
Worse than mourning
Disdain, dances at my side
Another wasted day
And shadows stained your silent face
Yet
Weary with passions
The sevenfold seas were young
Your sibilant eyes, bloodied with tears
I'll pray for you, I'll stay away from barren stars
The land is just an ocean of fear
And your love has vanished
6. Winds Devouring Men
[Instrumental]
7. Vision Is All That Matters
I became the great deciever
To see what fair eyes still can't see ...
A tear in every sea
A fragment of light exhausted
Vision, is all that matters
To a wayward traveller
Through centuries of burning
We have waited so long
Cloaked in a serpent's skin
From the portal, I was calling you
You lay me, in the dust of the dead
A swan in agony
8. The Newborn Sailor
At night we were drowning
Mesmerized by your songs
We were lured
Into the maze of your love
When the drop of life bursts
An ocean of joy
And freedom for the newborn sailor
Through aeons of time
Our eyes were smothered by the sun
Now even in the dark we see ...
Wanton light steers us no more
Eyeless we sailed
When the drop of life bursts
An ocean of joy
And freedom for the newborn sailor
9. The Plain Masks Of Daylight
The night shade
A dark colonnade
The cypress, then the shore...
I sought comfort in the foam
The wind heals the pain
A pale november rises
You know how the days gone by
Even night sought shelter
Under the plain masks of daylight
Bitterness we wait...
We ate the fruits of rainy hours
As ulysses looking seaward
We mocked our innermost abodes
We sailed on older seas
And reached the bounds of deepest water
A wreckage in the rain
But the wind heals the pain
10. A Staggering Moon
Amidst the streams of the river
The flow
Was achanging
And autumn rain unfolded its charm
With the thorns of absence
So sweet to your skin
In the dusty veils of morning
You had forgiven all bearing
The land blessed the manifold
Faces of your love
The garden
Lies asleep
The grave unclouded
And we dance about a fallen sun
Night-moths on her wings...
A staggering moon
11. Silent Slumber: A God That Breeds Pestilence
[Instrumental]