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In a stormy night...
Thanks to Walt ( Moorlandt) for vocalising some parts and the harmonica.
Thanks to Rob ( Electric Lobster) for listen the weird stuff and giving suggestions for a good mix.
Thanks to Rudi for inspirating to this Lyrics and the Artwork
Thanks to Walt ( Moorlandt) for vocalising some parts and the harmonica.
Thanks to Rob ( Electric Lobster) for listen the weird stuff and giving suggestions for a good mix.
Thanks to Rudi for inspirating to this Lyrics and the Artwork
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Lyrics
one day, beside a solid year
will may come a winter
that nevermore dies away,
a wind will advertise it
which brings along a rain for the half of eternity
the light will subtly dawn
while a cold grey is layering allover
our trace
in the dust
is blown away
from the past
follow me
through the dark
follow me
in the streets are standing puddles
which soften the asphalt,
as far as the nude, red earth is shining through
the time will get in stagnation
and an unknown inertia will cave the humans
take all their passion,
in the beginning some will hope
out of a habbit
that all will turn over to better times,
but soon nobody will remember how it was before
dont be afraid
its only the end of the world
will may come a winter
that nevermore dies away,
a wind will advertise it
which brings along a rain for the half of eternity
the light will subtly dawn
while a cold grey is layering allover
our trace
in the dust
is blown away
from the past
follow me
through the dark
follow me
in the streets are standing puddles
which soften the asphalt,
as far as the nude, red earth is shining through
the time will get in stagnation
and an unknown inertia will cave the humans
take all their passion,
in the beginning some will hope
out of a habbit
that all will turn over to better times,
but soon nobody will remember how it was before
dont be afraid
its only the end of the world
drakonis
unusual weaving words, dark and foreboding. Interestingly, I found Walter's reading of the prose a little bit rigid, and that seemed to take away a little from the horror of the words... I think he could let it flow a little more, not stop so much, and it would be a much more compelling reading. Wildcat's meandering verse was good, and just the right touches of weird music. Shivers!
ttfn,
Drakonis