The Umbersun 'Ehyeh 'asher 'ehyeh, Heylal ben Shahar. Agnus in medio ante solium nos duxit ad aquarum vivos fontes. Flammas Lucifer matutinus inveniat, Ille Lucifer qui nescit occasum. Nam supremus dies irae ventus neque unus quidem stabit. Haurient caecum vinum irae Dei, quod infunditur non mixtum In eius calicem. Letum infernaque in mare ignis deiecta sunt. Fawn blazes of fury from the Seventh Eye of God. Est mors secunda. This is the second death. Est mors secunda. This is the second death. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani. elend je neoclassic/darkambient projekt kojeg su osnovali Iskandar Hasnawi i Renaud Tchriner, obadvojica skladatelji i multiinstrumentalisti.Prvi dio diskografije sastavljen od 3 albuma se nalazi pod jednim imenom OFFICIUM TENEBRARUM , a sastoji se od albuma Lecons de tenebres, Les tenebres du dehores i The Umbersun/Au trefonds des tenebres. Trilogija obrađuje temu pobune i pada prvog i najvišeg arkanđela u kršćanskoj mitologiji - Lucifera.Svaki album obrađuje pojedinu fazu priče.Prvi album je naj depresivniji, drugi je pun agresije i energija, a treći je do sad najmračniji elendov album, jer obrađuje teme vezane uz smrt. Drugi dio diskografije naziva se WINDS i sastoji se od Winds devouring men i Sunwar the dead, obrađuje neke osobne teme vezane uz grčku filozofiju. Za The Umbersun i mini album The Weeping nights koristili su najviše glazbenika- imali su na raspolaganju cijeli post-romantistički orkestar plus udaraljke, zbor i razne vrste vokala od soprana i georgijanskih zborova, do narativnih dijelova i užasnih vriskova i krikova.To su utpotpunili nekim elektroničkim zvukovima i samplovima, te su pojedine instrumente snimili više puta i zaobišli klasično komponiranje i dogme klasične glazbe u širokom luku. Najviše sam zadivljen sa the Umbersun-om, prefenomenalno .stvarno savršen album-od apokaliptičnih pjesama s krikovima do mirnih pjesama sa opuštajućim ženskim (nepreseratorskim) vokalima....jeeeeebo teeee Umbra We entered the heart of darkness. And in the dead of light, The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air. Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life. Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death, For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved. We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine, And crowned her with emeralds and innocence. But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death. Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes, A sun of amaranths, With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears. Adorn me in your torpid Temple And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes. The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn. Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, EloÔ ShaddaÔ, AdonaÔ, When the Sun remains silent, I will lay my angels down, For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood. Even Death has fled from me. I have seen the Face of God And yet my life has been preserved. The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me. And Despair fell on us, As if we had entered the heart of darkness... http://www.elend-music.org/home.html -ELEND "For aeons I descended down, Till I saw the dreadful truth of which man wouldn`t know." -Arcturus |
All Swept Away Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain Tortured memories burning my brain. Oh make it end Killed for nothing. Killed by no-one. I was just a boy Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone Rage and anger tearing through me. Who's God will pay? Made me fight for you. Made me die for you You and your sick God. You hope to be loved We're all swept away, so you can have your day On blooded knees for you. Heaven calls to you But I won't die without Without your heart In my hand ... (carnage!!!) You should have told the truth....lies cut too deep, and they cut you too, it's a mirror effect...when shall you see, when shall you feel, that thou shalt suffer just as I am now...yet I am silent *** now playing- MDB : my wine in silence Nešto malo o Songs of darkness words of light album na kojem se nalazi gore navedena pjesma |
Evo sutra je valentinovo i svi su onak patetično ushićeni i nabrijani i sl. ko da je to jedini dan kada bi se trebali voljet.Glupost.Ali tradicija je tradicija i postoji jedan dan kad se to obilježava, prije(čitaj:u dobrim starim poganim vremenima) se ljubav obilježavala za solsticije i tada su svi onak bili pomalo u extazi i sl. al sad se sve svelo na ta jadna srčeka i slične gluposti, brijem da bi svaki dan trebalo bit tak "ljepo". Cuh danas u razredu od prijatelja da im je tzv. suša i da ih boli zato, i meni je vec 10 dana (uuu!) i boli me, prosle godine sam bio dobar pogan (koji u biti nisam neg sam ateist) i na oba solsticija bijah s nekim, no ovo više nema smisla.Tak da ovim putem hoću pozdravit nekog "posebnog" (naravno govorim o ženskom rodu)par tisuće km jugoistočno od mene, ali mentalno vrlo blizu, i nekog jako blizu što se tiče udaljenosti,ali (kako mi se nažalost čini) zadnjih dana mentalno dalje neg što je bilo prije!Freya vas čuva :P A vi koji jadikujete kak vas je ostavio/LA i kak ćete bit sami za valentinovo, nemojte radit tidiota od sebe ak imaš već neke probleme ili nesređene osjećaje odi poslušaj neku glazbu "trpi kurvo" od satana panonskog ak si nabrijan il neš il se odi depresiraj uz MDB ili Anathemu il šta ja znam! za one uvjek melankolične/nostalgične i sl. evo jedna pjesma od Anatheme da pojača oluju misli (i ak ja govorim-dvostrukog žaljenja za prošlim vremenima)....zapamti: JEBEŠ JOŠ JEDAN GLUPI KRŠĆANSKI BLAGDAN!!!! (isprika kršćanima iz mog razreda koji se takvima smatraju, ali nisu glupi [vec i ostali], brijem da djele moje mišljenje o valentinou il se tak nadam) Sweet Tears In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely nights keep falling And I still want you All is not lost And never to be forgotten She's passed away but dreaming Her soul's awake and screaming The weeping willow is weeping And beneath our hearts ... ... all joy is sleeping our bliss is carried away ... sweet tears sad maloMDB-a, READ BETWEEN THE LINES, YOU WHO I ALLWAYS WILL HATE The Deepest of all Hearts Your soul is my desire. Desire I can't control Be still my aching heart. Each beat you have stole Your mind calls to me. Calls me closer to you Be calm my aching heart. The ache drives me to you Your eyes. The depth I see. So deep The tears you cry will devour me A flower to behold Don't run. Don't blow away Breathless to my eyes So bright. Never to fade Calmness and mystery Entwines and captivates me Delicate to the touch From what I could see I only wanted to get you close to me To feel the love inside of me You turned away from me You looked the other way You didn't see my tears for you I only wanted to take you in my arms, And lay you down here with me You tried to turn and flee from my side You tore out the heart of me If only you had stayed. What may have been? We could have been beautiful Could have walked the earth, flown into the skies, Swam the deepest of the seas But you couldn't see anything in me You strayed too far from my path Maybe now you'll see everything in me I'm sorry it had to be this way Your eyes. Your smile No more laughter again We were something No more. Nothing to me Now I walk alone. Naked to the bone My heart has fled far from me Until another day. I find the one, Who looks beyond the eyes in me Sada sam i ja patetičan..... CRKNI |
The reddest flames I held, now they are gone the lakes of deepest green i charished, now they are blurred and the stars shone upon me, now they faded away. Alone in the night I am alone and cold alone and suffering All I loved is now gone alone I sing to the northern wind "...she is gone" (til I.) Opeth-Nectar ( jedan dio) Bring me through Carry my empty shadow And guide me inside your warped labyrinth To the well of sin I swear I will always love you i malo: My Dying Bride-For My Fallen Angel As I draw up my breath, And silver fills my eyes. I kiss her still, For she will never rise. On my weak body, Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows of Heaven, Where we ran. Like a thief in the night, The wind blows so light. It wars with my tears, That won't dry for many years. "Loves golden arrow At her should have fled, And not Deaths ebon dart To strike her dead." |
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