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Inter Arma: "Paradise Gallows" – 2016

энциклопедия: Inter Arma

Состав группы:

  • Joe Kerkes – бас
  • T.J. Childers – ударные, гитара, акустическая гитара, клавишные, вокал
  • Trey Dalton – гитара, клавишные, вокал
  • Steven Russell – гитара
  • Mike Paparo – вокал

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Mikey Allred – тромбон, орган
  • Joseph Allred – фисгармония
  • Jon Liedtke – терменвокс

Inter Arma: "Paradise Gallows" – 2016

Композиции:

  1. Nomini
  2. An Archer In The Emptiness
  3. Transfiguration
  4. Primordial Wound
  5. The Summer Drones
  6. Potomac
  7. The Paradise Gallows
  8. Violent Constellations
  9. Where The Earth Meets The Sky

Лирика

1. Nomini

(инструментал)

2. An Archer In The Emptiness

I was born under a summer night's sky,
Wrapped in the gossamer of heaven's vault.
I was raised in the fields of a kingdom untamed,
Versed in the lore of the cosmos' might.

Oh, how I long
For a solitude so pure,
Free from the uproar
Of man's loathsome song.
Oh, how I long
For a slumber so true,
Beyond the ceaseless din
Of man's loathsome song.

As a young man I've ventured far from youthful realm,
Spellbound by the allure of a city never at peace.
Here, in this obdurate heart, I've learned of suffering
And vowed to forsake it all; to roam the stars evermore.

Oh, how I long
For a solitude so pure,
Free from the uproar
Of man's loathsome song.
Oh, how I long
For a slumber so true,
Beyond the ceaseless din
Of man's loathsome song.

Lead me to the archer's hold
Where the curses reach no ear.

I'd tether my dreams to the crescent of his bow,
And hang my anathemas from the point of his arrow.

Oh, how I long to breathe the same breath as the archer in the emptiness.

3. Transfiguration

As a culture, we tread crooked in the brume of unrest.
As a culture, we careen down a narrow path, overgrown with blight.
As a culture, we trample over the disharmony of nature's decline.
As a culture, we are rank with the miasma of oppression.

We must shed the darkness of the spirit
And bare our souls to the solitude of reality.
We must burn all weakness in the spirit
And spare our souls the misery of downfall.
We must transform the core of the spirit
And guide our souls to the light of wisdom.

Transfigure!
At Earth's behest
Transfigure!
The Earth commands

Man has transfigured the Earth, now we must transfigure ourselves!

4. Primordial Wound

Many an age has lapsed since a fanfare last graced these timeworn, furrowed streets.

May we mock the notion of virtue!
May we mock the notion of mercy!

We, the strutting herd, drift proudly beneath the corpses of trumpeters hung from long-dead trees; scorning the beggars
who drink from foul ditches along these timeworn, furrowed streets.

May we mock the notion of benevolence!
May we mock the notion of hope!

We, the strutting herd, have embraced our failure.
We reap a lurid pleasure in burying once noble ideals like intelligence and compassion.
We writhe enraptured in willful ignorance, apathy and rampant arrogance.
We are Man, Earth's primordial wound, and we have made no attempt to convalesce by means of enlightenment.

May we burst with sepsis en masse!
May the earth be awash in our purulence!

5. The Summer Drones

"Here, where the sun blooms with no respite, crooked men and vagabonds seek the holiness of silence."

We've spent a spell drifting on paths bygone,
Where our voices wane against the breath of Gods.

The summer drones...

"Here, where the spirit is purged of all earthly trespass, crooked men and vagabonds desire a most desolate peace."

But we'll tread on, through a season unchanged,
Across barren expanse to the high desert plain
Where we'll accept our fate and take our rightful place
Among the devils and thieves nailed to the Joshua trees.

The summer drones on.

6. Potomac

[tracl-instrumental]

7. The Paradise Gallows

When I was young, I inflicted a heartless sin.
I mocked my fate and ran wild until chance led me here,
Where I grew drunk on the trace of a fermenting sun,
And buried my failures beneath the ebb and flow of the tides.

Time, have you forgotten my sullied name?
Time, have you forgotten the shameful wounds?
Time, have you forgotten the boundless grief,
I so callously wrought?

As the sands of time gnaw at my weathered face,
I ponder more and more on the error of my ways.

Time, when will you recall my prowess with a blade?
Time, when will judgment finally summon me,
To the gallows from which I'll hang?

And from these gallows paradise will scowl upon me.
And from these gallows I'll leer out 'cross the sea,
Laughing all the way to my grave.

Laughing all the way to my grave
Laughing all the way to my grave
To my grave

8. Violent Constellations

Those men who wish to exalt themselves
As Gods believe they will
Dwell amid the heavens forever.
Those men who wish to exalt themselves
As Gods will meet an ardent demise
As cruel as any end they've overseen.

Our barbarism knows no bounds,
Our blades know not of remorse.

We will tear them from their strongholds
And baptize them with our savagery.
We will tear them from their strongholds
And judge them with eyes enlightened by death.

"We violent ones, we last longer."
"We violent ones, we last longer."

Our barbarism knows no bounds;
Our blades know not of remorse.

Those men who wish to exalt themselves
As Gods will beg for a taste of mercy;
Our ears will fall deaf to their cries.
Those men who wish to exalt themselves
As Gods will cede to our rage;
Their constellations clouded with the dust of their decay.

A fist for the visage
Of tyranny
A blade for the throats
Of tyrants

And as their bloodless vessels fall from their violent constellations...

9. Where The Earth Meets The Sky

Skyward we follow
To paths unseen.
Spirit to guide us,
Continue to be.

Lighting our way now...
Journey back home;
Finish this suffering.
Never left alone...

She has been set free.
She will not die;
She will now rest
Where the earth meets the sky.

The light in her eyes
Burn through the night.
Circles that hang,
That fall and rise...

Lighting our way now...
Journey back home;
Finish this suffering.
Never left alone...

She has been set free.
She will not die;
She will now rest
Where the earth meets the sky

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