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Better to stay home today: it's raining. There's not even electricity, a cable must have been damaged... imagine that. Better to get into bed, it's cold too and not even the radiators can warm me properly. Before going to bed, I take the CD player... what should I put on? (Agalloch): a voice echoes in my head... I decide to heed it, after all I have nothing to lose, at most they'll lock me up (what are you saying? Do you hear yourself when you talk? -laugh-) a laugh echoes in my head: I collapse...
Rain... I can feel its icy beat on my skin... I'm not afraid. I climb up... ever higher up the hill of my life... just a moment of rest and off I go, I climb that last fragile (?) step and here I am at the top: everything explodes with beauty and fear... immense expanses of trees, lakes: all in the nothingness of a moment... a unique moment of joy and sadness, a unique moment of life. Everything dies. I decide to take flight: I fall down enveloped in a whirlwind of silences in the pale greyness of those last moments of life; I am like the snow: soft, white, icy... I find myself at the top of the mountain (?): I haven't fallen. How is it possible? Am I perhaps responsible for my choices? Is everything written? I refuse to believe... yet I feel life leaving me: am I dying? NO! Stand up dog! Stand up damn it! Fight life, it cannot overpower you! You're a weakling... (NO! I am not weak); nothingness, you are nothing (SHUT UP! bastard you don't know me! SHUT UP!)... I find myself on a distant beach: forgotten by god. Clouds approach menacingly: better enter the forest (an island?). Trees taller than 100 meters, fruits of a land not mine... everything disappears (everything disappears?)... everything burns (everything burns?). The cities of man swept away by the fury of nature (!). Everything dies. There is no more hope, there is no more life... I am alone........ (wake up!)........ (wake up!).........
My room? Yes... I must go to bed: (-laugh-)...
Farewell.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Limbs (09:51)
The texture of the soul is a liquid
that casts a vermillion flood.
From a wound carved as an oath;
it fills the river bank a sanguine fog.
These arms were meant to be lost!
Hacked, severed and forgotten.
The texture of time is a whisper
that echoes across the flood.
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree,
through every sullen bough it sings.
These boughs were said to be lost!
Torn, unearthed and broken.
Earth to flesh, flesh to wood,
cast these limbs into the water.
Flesh to wood, wood to stone,
cast this stone into the water.
02 Falling Snow (09:38)
The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone.
Decay drips from the unquiet void.
Where the ice forms. Where life ends.
The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed.
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory:
a wave to end all time.
Red birds escape from my wounds,
return as falling snow,
to sweep the landscape a wind haunted.
Wings without bodies.
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
to become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen.
The cascading pallor - of ghostless feather.
The snow has fallen
and raised this white mountain
on which you will die
and fade away in silence.
04 Fire Above, Ice Below (10:29)
The woeful silence
and wind's reflection
of your body's pale ode:
an icy fortress
of blood and ages.
Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.
Sky fire above, ice below the hearth.
Fall away from me
to that citadel
at the end of time,
where death sleeps
and dreams of your buried pain.
There has never been a silence like this before.
There will never be an ode like this again.
05 Not Unlike the Waves (09:16)
Aurora swims in the ether,
Emerald fire scars the night sky.
Solstafir!
Amber streams from Sol
Are not unlike the waves
Of the sea, nor the endless horizon of ice.
Solstafir!
Aurora swims in the ether,
Emerald fire paints the twilight.
Heidrun bleeds the golden nectar
For the rising sun and the moon.
The midnight wolves who watch over the dawn,
The golden dawn.
Solstafir!
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By StefanoHab
I came to think that this was the gothic metal album I had been waiting for my whole life. But this is NOT gothic metal.
Pain makes us suffer, we struggle to find a meaning in it, but pain is also poetry, and as such, it knows how to warm our soul, heart, and life.
