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Frozen Shadows: "Dans Les Bras Des Immortels" – 1999

энциклопедия: Frozen Shadows

Состав группы:

  • Alvater – гитара
  • Myrkhaal – вокал, клавишные
  • Namtar – ударные, бас, акустическая гитара

Frozen Shadows: "Dans Les Bras Des Immortels" – 1999

Композиции:

  1. Dans Les Bras Des Immortels
  2. Forsaken Whispers
  3. Beyond The Pallid Vales
  4. Of Pain And Insufferable Torment
  5. Au Seuil Des Ténèbres
  6. Lunes Funebres
  7. Under Horrid Skies

Лирика

1. Dans Les Bras Des Immortels

En ces lieux immomoriaux s'est infuso mon être
Dans ces capitales de perdition j'ai erro sans pudeur
Sous les hivers oternels ou s'otiolent les fleurs du mal j'ai dormi

Dans les Bras des Immortels...

Noirceur, haine, satanisme, tous ces atours parent mon âme
Toujours ma voie m'a entraîno vers ces enfers de givre
Là où la lumière agonise et se dressent les Damnos
Ces portes dofiant l'oternito j'ai franchi sans hositer

Au delà de ces steppes sempiternelles
Où les rafales sombres lacèrent les anges meurtris
Sur ces trunes perdus, fixant des arcanes oublios
Ces augustes Dochus j'ai enfin docouvert

"Dans ces yeux malveillants d'où s'opanche la sagesse
En des flots de vermeil, sous des lunes obscures fut enfin scello mon pacte"

Maudissant ce qui est saint j'ai plongo dans la nuit
Guido par leurs cris je me suis noyo dans mes pochos
Ces murmures infinis que je chorirai toujours

Chevauchant les vents infernaux tel un horaut je reviens
Poser mon regard vengeur sur ce monde misorable

toi race impure qui t'abreuve de tes dolires
Drapo dans mon aura noire je moprise ta faiblesse
Moribonde et sectaire ta foi s'oteint
Dans le tissu des tonèbres un nouvel empire se tisse

2. Forsaken Whispers

Woe to the powers of the light...

Where others were to drown
In these oceans of sin
I was but washed ashore
Where the Darkness itself

Whispers the Art

Enthralled by the voices
That were soon to be mine
Unheard from above
Yet to these ears

Ever so loud

As the curse of life was extinguished
I was branded a paragon of evil
For each blasphemy carved upon my soul
Came with a scar I wore with pride

Where coldness was given it's true meaning
My weak and weary flesh was sculpted anew
I would return soon imbued with new powers
To storm upon the right hand path

As a sheep amongst wolves I was asked to pay
The price of blind servitude
Where others would swallow their pride in silence
I sketched a grotesque smile

... As I came here to reign

3. Beyond The Pallid Vales

Pallid

With only such a fleeting word could I describe this holy place...

Where the throes of life had yet to pierce the skies
And the sun was swallowed by (these) godforsaken vales
They were to be found in their silent slumber
Waiting to be freed by mere mortal breath

Like a dark ripple upon a white ocean I stood
For I was a creature of the flesh
With thorns of destiny I had to let it flow
The pureness of the snow forever washed away

Horrid screams of joy were to be heard
As fear swept across the lands of god
My flesh pierced by their razors
I hit the white grounds smiling

Where holiness was raped under ebony skies
And the scarlet moon was to reign forevermore
As millions of horns were held up high
Beyond the pallid vales I became one of them

4. Of Pain And Insufferable Torment

Beyond the North I slept, caressed by the pale I dreamt
My translucent tears eclipsed by a myriad of wings

Though hidden from the sun I was burned
Blinded by what eyes were not meant to see

I saw the dawn of an endless night
I saw the moon chasing the sun
I saw the frost cover white wings
I saw the goat eating the lamb

Through curtains of darkness an infinity rejoiced
As I was but a knot on this tapesty

Choking on my own sorrow
I dug deeper into my veins
Under starless fields I grinned
A cheerful smile granted by this dismal vision

As the great Babylon would fall under a storm on damnation
These brooding clouds of melancholy would never part
And I would stand in the midst of it all laughing
This desolate world leaving me whole

Flurries my only blanket I went back to sleep
Nor light nor goodness would ever touch me again

5. Au Seuil Des Ténèbres

Woe to the powers of the light...

Where others were to drown
In these oceans of sin
I was but washed ashore
Where the Darkness itself

Whispers the Art

Enthralled by the voices
That were soon to be mine
Unheard from above
Yet to these ears

Ever so loud

As the curse of life was extinguished
I was branded a paragon of evil
For each blasphemy carved upon my soul
Came with a scar I wore with pride

Where coldness was given it's true meaning
My weak and weary flesh was sculpted anew
I would return soon imbued with new powers
To storm upon the right hand path

As a sheep amongst wolves I was asked to pay
The price of blind servitude
Where others would swallow their pride in silence
I sketched a grotesque smile

... As I came here to reign

6. Lunes Funebres

As waves upon waves of darkness came crashing upon this world
Whimpering feeble prayers was all they could do

From summerless voids
The gates of pearl crumbled
A new age of man
Was forged in pain

Palaces were to be built (and) adorned with the skulls of the holy
Twenty times a century tenfold would be their time

Atop mountains of Misanthropy
Formless hands crushed the light
It's ashes lost in the sands of time
Fragments of a faith

Shattered
Forgotten

7. Under Horrid Skies

Dans les bois pétrifiés de cette Nouvelle-France silencieuse
Telle une âme en peine je porte la lueur des ténèbres
Conteplant cette nuit noire sertie d'etoiles où règne l'orbe sépulchral
Ce plein regard qui me déchire et qui depuis toujours m'obsède

Par monts et par vaux je hurle ma haine
Enivré par le sang je célèbre ma douleur
Je m'abandonne à ma lycanthropie
Là où gémissent les solitaires

Ces mains acérées furent jadis humaines, purent un jour aimer

Cette chasse qui me grise, seul baume pour mes plaies béantes
Les cris de ceux qui furent mes frères se fondent das l'oubli

Les corbeaux aux ailes brumeuses
Pleurant ma morbide souveraineté
Je grimace aux arbres tristes
Seul en ce monde désolé

Et quand mes larmes se seront taries
Sans aucun regret j'irai
Dans l'etoffe de ce manteau glacé
Reposer ma chair assoupie

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