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This bleak realisation
Everything comes to an end
A dying swan
Only the mind can turn back time
A pale white figure in the dark
A palace of silence, she breathes coldness
In this hall, in every dusty corner of this old theatre
The sound of clapping hands that she misses so much
The tingling sensation when everyone looks up at her beautiful face
Just a little breeze of appreciation
One last time, she wants to be the swan
With her gracile stretched legs and the colossal wings
This bitter yearning to burn the calling limelight
One last time, she wants to be the swan queen
The flying pale white figure in the dark
When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears
Every time it hurts a little more to leave the stage without a stroke of wings
When the last white feather falls, a swan lake full of tears
The bewitched princess with the velvety plumage
With her gracile stretched legs and the colossal wings
One last time, she wants to be the swan queen
The flying pale white figure in the dark
When the last white feather falls
A swan lake full of tears
Don’t forget me, please
Ignore my injured feet
Don’t look at me
If I start to weep
This silent hall, this bleak realisation
Only the mind can turn back time
A dying swan with broken wings
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Hope/Renaissance
09:00
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An uncomfortable melody
Whistled on a blade of grass
By the winds powerless gasp
This melody shall be the last
See how the trees wither
While they’re longing for a last tear from a river
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
No bud in bloom will ever be seen again
This melody shall be the last
A portrait black in black
Lies idle on its deathbed
The ravages of time run dry
As part of its last pulsation
The ravages of time run dry, a portrait
As part of its pulsation, black in black
Decades of passive euthanasia
Created a cremated world
Die and let die, vanished and be forgotten
How peaceful will this future be?
See how the trees wither
The only constant noise
In the serene air
The only constant noise, the sound of the flatline
In the serene air, the only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, in the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
For the renaissance of hope
Take a look at this bleak elegancy, just before the final collapse
The clamor of silent words will also be unheard today
How peaceful this future will be
When life re-creates itself, bit by bit
And silence touches the soul of beauty
Until everything blooms again
In the serene air, the only constant noise
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, in the serene air
The last straw for the renaissance of hope
The sound of the flatline
Hope for renaissance, the last straw
For the renaissance of hope
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Ritual and Failure
09:02
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Self-reflection between black lines
The torn drawing of a resurrected man
Mirror mirror, please show me another face
Ritual and failure
A heavy crown, the head hangs low
Oblivious king among the all-seeing eyes of God
Behind a veil, isolated from the world outside
I see myself, an empty shell in black and white
Ritual and failure
Lethargic light and the all devouring monochrome sky
Cloud castles rain cocaine to speed up the cycle of life
And a golden spoon full of silence
I feed the canvas with our dearest stylistic device
No one shall speak, no one shall weep
Frameless, dust to dust
My unsuspecting brushstroke, your heretic lamenting sword
When bloody wine and tears flow into another tragic chord
Oh Lord, tell me, how can I be your chosen one?
I’m always trying to be someone else
Oh Lord, tell me, am I still your little lovable son?
My dear Father, don’t be disappointed about my trivial way of life
Maybe someday you can tell me who I am
Self-reflection between white lines
The void and a sleepless weary heart
Mirror mirror, please show me another face
Ritual and failure
A golden spoon full of silence
Maybe someday we will find us
Yet still I carry the weight of your world
In stigmata hands, forever and ever
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Streets of Transience
07:38
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On the run, on the run from myself
Through cold streets of transience
With tearing eyes, without a goal
I’m on the run from tomorrow’s pale white sun
In the spiral of fading lights
With my still pounding heart in wounded hands
Carrier of the burden of discarded years
Somewhere in nowhere, where rain never ends
And it feels so strange to drown
In the downward spiral of time
This life is a dead end street
Where all hope falls and capitulates
In search of goodness
In these cold streets
And I wonder who I am, am I nothing?
And I wonder where I stand in life, am I alone?
And sometimes I beg for a little spark of hope
Unheard prayers for an end
On the run from myself
I am the fusion of day and night
In the waiting line of death
I find no rest
Here, in the downward spiral of time
I try to take a breath beneath life’s surface
But my lungs are filled with liquid salt
In the downward spiral of time
Somewhere in nowhere, beyond Eden
Where the rain never ends
On the run from tomorrow’s pale white sun
Through this ocean of tears and fading lights
Yes, I have lost myself in this fast-paced world
In these cold streets of transience
And it feels so strange to drown
In the downward spiral of time
This life is a dead end street
Where all hope falls and capitulates
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Wings of Eschaton
06:36
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Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world
By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt
With every further second, the ocean of unrest
Slops over, over and over, certain death
Colliding waves, forced to drown
Under the wings of eschaton
My pleasure
I don’t know how long I was yearning
For this era to come
This is the era of deliverance
I can see the void that lives inside myself
Written in every face
The void that lives inside yourself
For this era to come
I don’t know how long we were yearning
Until the terminal breath in human history
Until the last pulsation lapses into silence
The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea
To drown all of us in the ocean of unrest
The autopurification of the planet is irresistible
Welcome to the long awaited end, my pleasure
The end of the human race
Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world
By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt
The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea
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Behind the Scenes
06:58
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It’s not the quest for freedom
It is more the thirst to free the soul
From the deepest bottom of my heart
Words of shame and constant blame
Cryptic poems about my wounded weeping sky
I want to show you my world of rain
Tears fill the ground without a sound
I want to show you my world of rain
So come a little bit closer
Take a look around
Behind the scenes
Where silent tears fill the ground
Kiss the boundless void, touch the tongue of mourning
I fall down to the ground without a sound
Sometimes I try to enjoy the silence
But the silence speaks too loud
Tears fill the ground without a sound
Take a look around
Behind the scenes
I kiss the boundless void
Behind the scenes
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Décembre Noir Germany
DECEMBRE NOIR have introduced their melancholic-melodic mix of Death and Doom Metal on the two albums for F.D.A. Rekotz - "A Discouraged Believer" and "Forsaken Earth". With "Autumn Kings", the band is further evolving its distinctive sound. The quintet from Erfurt is interested in subtly growing tension arcs and atmospheric shifts. For fans of Katatonia, Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride ... more
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