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Night In Gales: "Towards The Twilight" – 1997

энциклопедия: Night In Gales

Состав группы:

  • Tobias Bruchmann – бас, дополнительный вокал
  • Bjorn Goosses – вокал
  • Frank Basten – гитары
  • Jens Basten – гитары
  • Christian Bass – ударные

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Silke Rychlikowski – клавишные

Night In Gales: "Towards The Twilight" – 1997

Композиции:

  1. Towards A Twilight Kiss
  2. Of Beauty's Embrace
  3. Razor
  4. From Ebony Skies
  5. Autumn Water
  6. Slavesun
  7. Through Ashen Meadows
  8. Avoid Secret Vanity
  9. Tragedians

Лирика

1. Towards A Twilight Kiss

From worlds beyond worlds within worlds they came,
these thorns, merging into blossoms of agonizing light. never to
burst into flower, for those who know are the bearers of fury,
so storm through my flaming balls, lord of all pain!
forever in warfare is the passionate flesh,
yet it colours my darkened path so silently.
it is in its eyes that i drown as
they reflect myriads of sunsets, rushing towards a twilight kiss
and horizons yet unseen within my pounding
universe. a drunk laugh, a vision under a liquid sky,
grant me a spark of mine! but those who caress the void are
never to perceive, so i declare the everdark,
for this is the age of winterblood and every scar is a triumph,
if it only could be mine.

2. Of Beauty's Embrace

Is this the day i cross the worlds of beauty's embrace and darkened dreams?
inherit the fears of beauty's belief! is
this your vision, a timeless story of lunar fire and memory's stain?
i followed the wide fire in which i believed if
desperation can burst like silence, why can't i?
uncontrolled is my wrath within a grip of twilight anger, this one i
could drown the key is supremacy. "come with the wind"
i cried to the loneliness
that was sent to me. daughter of the
rising sun, embrace me in this season of harmony, release me!

3. Razor

Into the fire! fire. burning so bright, is there a mournful being like mine was
before?
eyes shut forever, infesting
imagination inside, where serenity fades. seraph, into the abyss!
no god will rise above to give forgiveness to this
essence of damnation. isn't it art to feel what is life,
to feel the warmth of floodlight in this non-divine cosmos?
i deny, i'm divine, i defy a lie. to punish all extinction humanity,
release my agony, in the name of fire, burn me!
eternity has just begun, oblivion when i see the sun turn your eyes
and feel your wounds bleeding! extinguish the
torment of this bell which never ends! with crimes you content
and suck the blood of unnatural innocence. emotions
like silence calling; shadows in motion, burn this vision of thee and take
what's in your chaotic heart! take this
starlike beauty in this world of decay, show me disorder
'til sunlight breakes my eyes with silent fury.

4. From Ebony Skies

Deeply seared by a stampede of pain our bejewelled feathers fall from ebony
skies,
down onto this shattered
masquerade enfolding the eve with a triumphant gleam of amorous ters.
ardously they fall, to burn upon all sunken
thrones, forevermore.

5. Autumn Water

i hate this world before me, sailing in sincerity, forged in the flames of
infinity,
i'm dead but still full of. you dance through my spheres and leave with a dead
soul
in the end, is this the way life was meant, torture, despair, my
descent? my fears were born in your winterland i'm left with
the coldness of ominous tears, autumn water, burning
like the fire of winter-fall, it's feeding my sadness, autumn water quenches
the thirst
of all my fears, forever and more,
november in my heart. when winter rises through the dawn you take the light and
close
my eyes, you take my fears
and bring them back, i thought i could cry.! but never again fire's heart is
ablaze.

6. Slavesun

embraced by lengthening shadows i wander on the ashes of those still ablaze.
into the night and onward to the focus of
my heart! drawn by the stars and their bidden delights my wings have been
scorched
again and again, beneath a
slavesun moonlit dreams are nothing but writhing in pain aeons of craving
for glorious wisdom cascade onto me as if
shattered and speared my dazzled eyes are still searching for a distant spark,
trying to flee from dawn, rising to worlds
of frozen silence. but slain are my dreams of greater art. what a brief breath
of life in this grim and flaming
sky. rising. and the slavesun will burn me once again.

7. Through Ashen Meadows

...and my scrolls of earthen pain unfurl, dripping with woe and scarlet slumber,
hastening to plunge itself into the richest
tears of a faceless vagabond, a heir of golden thorns, spat from the darkness
between and bathing in the undreamt
marrow of none and all what may sharpen these talons more than the fiery
streams amidst? no balm of reddest
rapture will ever ease this bittersweet existence. nocturnal lamentation,
perpetuate my beloved tragedy! lugubriously
dancing and crying i am and will always be thirsting for floods of impurest
pain,
pouring so splendidly from the scar
of my brief being, forever storming through the ashen meadows beneath.

8. Avoid Secret Vanity

a limitation to utilization, my vanish is desenvated by semblance of banish.
struggle for fatal strength shall rise. my
vanity is just usurpation through violation concealed to descent, it's my time,
flying through born horizons, bells chime
born in flesh, pray for mystery. it's the revelation. my throne of elevation.
you my god – the life gets my thoughts, you
my god – give me reincarnation, you my god – take me to the garden of origin,
you my god – of upcoming downfall
with my hands i can feel eternity, went to empty skies to assume history of
eternity,
made this part consumed genocide.
mightiest apocalypse rise! sound of invisible time. sing last souls' songs!
get the speech of my repertory. i came to
live, avoid secret vanity. just beard the burden of wrath. colours of selection
to renew,
struggle for fatal strength shall
rise. my vanity is just usurpation through violation.

9. Tragedians

hark! we are the tragedians, we march abreast, onward to our inmost,
forever exploring the heavens to claw at carrion,
to cloth our hearts in thorns and our wounds in robes of salt tearful darkness,
devour me! for yours is an inmost of
scarlet tears, and likewise is mine, of mournful origin was the herald of the
sun,
as its marrow drowned in us, the
hordes of pain, laughing within the flames of a veiled and fevered tale but
ashore
the threshold to our very own
tragedies our eyes cannot move the firmament of grievance, holding the essence
of all
naked limbs, so sore but yet
heading for other tales from the blazing valleys in our midst.

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