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Kalmah: "Swampsong" – 2003

энциклопедия: Kalmah

Состав группы:

  • Timo Lehtinen – бас
  • Janne Kusmin – ударные
  • Pasi Hiltula – клавишные
  • Pekka Kokko – вокал, ритм-гитара
  • Antti Kokko – лидер-гитара

Kalmah: "Swampsong" – 2003

Композиции:

  1. Heroes To Us
  2. Burbot's Revenge
  3. Cloned Insanity
  4. The Third, The Magical
  5. Bird Of Ill Omen
  6. Doubtful About It All
  7. Tordah
  8. Man With Mystery
  9. Moon Of My Nights

Лирика

1. Heroes To Us

Old prophet's land – a battlefield
Of non-believers in a violent rage

A declaration of human rights a pretext
For maintenance of a new world order
Above all written laws a growth concept
Created by the patriot of the civilized world

Rearmament – wealfare state
Disarmament – non-member state

Free market economy a consequence
Of military needs – loss of lives
Human rights activists political pawn in a game
Nothing can they do without state subsidies

A gift of today's world
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us

Production at any price
Admiration of those who earn
With blood on their hands
We will never learn

A gift of today's world
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us
Heroes to us, heroes to us, heroes to us

2. Burbot's Revenge

There is a net under the ice
With a thousand knots died
And unchecked amount of slime
Hanging down

There is a burbot on the net
Into the mesh he has put his head
Now struggling for his life
Entangling more and more

And there is a fisherman on the ice
Drilling a hole with sweat and blood
Trying to draw the net above
The icy surface

But even though how hard he pulls
The net won't bunge
Under the ice the net has stuck
With thousand knots into the ground

With frustration and despair in his mind he decides
To fight to the bitter end with all his strength

But with his latest wrench
The net will tear to shreds
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge

With frustration and despair in his mind he decides
To fight to the bitter end with all his strength

But with his latest wrench
The net will tear to shreds
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge
Burbot's revenge

3. Cloned Insanity

You take a frog's eye and give it to a man
Please with your cyborg proudly you stand
This glorious madness that is not in gods hands
Makes you believe you're all powerful

This inhumane robot
Becomes a heathen god

Will be idolized and takes the control
Spreads over the planet and infects us all
With this evil act the main race will be
And too late resisted by you or by me

Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity

Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me

Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity

Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me
Cloned insanity
Cloned by you or by me

This inhumane robot
Becomes a heathen god

4. The Third, The Magical

I've been searching some answers concealed in my heart
The spirit within
I've been hunting those secrets with my deepest bottle
But have found none

So I need a deeper dive...

With the screws on my lips
I am falling down into the king's sea

Feel the rope winding in me
And feel the touch of oblivion
Now I'm floating

There is no way out, diving deeper down
In my memories
All the losses and all the minor joy
With affectation

This rope around the tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am

The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again
The third day, the magical
A way to believe I'm born again

Waves of unconsciousness lulling me to sleep
In my own whirlpool
And the fear of sobering up is lurking around

But the rope around me tightens again
And I wonder who I really am
Who I really am?

5. Bird Of Ill Omen

Thoughts of hope in the minds of those whose
Lives are on decline
A thousand lies told them with bright eyes
And believe without doubts of employment

Now it's time to think very positive
Deny all the evil things
Hah, right time to face this reality
Take all the pain

Coming with me – bird of ill omen
Living in me – bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen

Purity behind the mask of innocence
Weakness of this world
Blind-eyed fools will never rise from unfairness
Until they'll join the good!

Coming with me – bird of ill omen
Living in me – bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen

The carrier of the crown of thorns
Hides behind a dollar smile
And will judge the poor!

So let's thorw away all our useless hope
Nothing will ever change!
Hah, right time to face this reality
Take all the pain

Coming with me – bird of ill omen
Living in me – bird of ill omen
Bird of ill omen

6. Doubtful About It All

Things move when I'm not watching them
They have their own will
And I don't even feel insane
Because I know I'm ill

I know there is an eye and
I'm under observation
I am a marked man got some information

Governments use millions for supervision
Global message interception
Satellite receivers of Echelon system
Carnivore technique for digital control

It is said that terror lives
Behind the wall of privacy
But what do the rights
Really mean in our society?

Finger prints, personal I.D.
Credir card, database
A paradox of privacy

Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all

Eyes of god, secret crimes
Casuality, reckoning day
A paradox of humanity
A paradox of humanity

Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all
Doubtful about it all

7. Tordah

I've chosen my way of life I'll drink my every coin
And even if I'm broken
I'll drink my homemade moonshine
Until it is all in my head and I will meet my fellows
Those who creep around at
Nights and will not allow me

To be acceptable, to be respectable
To be normal, to be a decent man
But I'm neurotic, I am vehement
I am withdrawn, a psychotic man
Unsuccesful, hesitant

Tordah! Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left
The rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!
Don't have much lifetime left
The rest I'll spend in deep
Tordah!

And with all my fellows we will take our
Place on the bottom
We will gather in your neighboorhood
To reach our destination
We will drink our past
We'll drink our future for you my friend
So, that you'll have a fixed point
A point of comparison

To be acceptable, to be respectable
To be normal, to be a decent man
But I'm neurotic, I am vehement
I am withdrawn, a psychotic man
Unsuccesful, hesitant

Tordah!

8. Man With Mystery

In the middle of nowhere
Where the wild spruces grow
Stands a man with his chainsaw
Gloomy thoughts in his mind

Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn
A million blocks of wood, no payment before
What I hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade
Feels like I'm a marionette, an errand boy, a slave

But I never give up
I will never give up

Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains, mosquitos
And this goddamn saw that will never work
But with a madman's eyes
I carry on, nothing they can do

A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery

A man with mystery
A man without history
A man with his story
A man with mystery

9. Moon Of My Nights

I thought I knew who you were
But I didn't know myself
Didn't see the things hidden
In my hollowness
Didn't peep round the curtain
Of your exterior
And the crack turned into an edge
That opens between

Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
As you lay yourself down to rest
Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
Before I close the gates deep down inside

You were
Moon of my nights
Moon of my nights

Those secrets that I revealed
Buried in icy bosom
Those words that I've spoken
Taken by the dawn
The strings that were connected
Separated parts left
Read are the rhymes of story
Of the endless poet

Listen to the wind singing in the grass, my love
As you lay yourself down to rest
Listen to the cry of the river in autumn cold, my dear
Before I close the gates deep down inside

You were the moon of my nights
And you know you were the moon of my nights
The moon of my nights

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