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L'Âme Immortelle: "Lieder Die Wie Wunden Bluten" – 1997

энциклопедия: L'Âme Immortelle

Состав группы:

  • Thomas Rainer – вокал, музыка
  • Hannes Medwenitsch – музыка
  • Sonja Kraushofer – вокал

L'Âme Immortelle: "Lieder Die Wie Wunden Bluten" – 1997

Композиции:

  1. Licht Tötet Schatten
  2. Figure In The Mirror
  3. Winter Of My Soul
  4. Into Thy Gentle Enbrace
  5. Life Will Never Be The Same Again
  6. Flammenmeer
  7. Crimson Skies
  8. The Night Is My Shelter
  9. Lieder Die Wie Wunden Bluten
  10. These Mortal Feelings
  11. Die Zeit In Der Die Freundschaft Starb
  12. Brother Against Brother
  13. Life Will Never Be The Same Again
  14. Die Tote Kirche

Лирика

1. Licht Tötet Schatten

(инструментал)

2. Figure In The Mirror

Every time you put this mask on your face
A little piece of your soul dies away

The figure in the mirror's not me
A different reality
It's just a picture that you see
From my true self, I do flee

What I feel and what I see
I do through eyes of an enemy
Forced by powers pushing me
Resulting in fear and misery

I change myself to fit the needs....
During this Mutation my heart bleeds
Trying to adjust to Society
Not anymore I want to be free

Only a few could break the shell
Surrounding my soul's polluted well
Drink from it and you will see
All the pain that rests in me

It's like Pandora's box
With a number of haunted locks
The one who sees deep inside
knows all the feelings I do hide

Once you took a look inside of me
You decide between joy and misery
If you abuse the things you know

3. Winter Of My Soul

My soul is frozen to the ground
My mind is crippled, left no sound
I'm lying here await my doom
For my future won?t be coming soon

Lying lifeless deep inside
All that's left of joy and pride
Waiting for the final hour
Like a blooded, withered flower

In this night I'll achieve my goal
It's a night in the winter of my soul

I change myself to fit the needs....
During this Mutation my heart bleeds
Trying to adjust to Society
Not anymore I want to be free

Please give me deliverance
Oh, grim reaper let me dance
One final time before I die
when time has come no one will cry

Forgotten like a winter morning
Life's decision wheel keeps turning
No one hears the silent morning
Deep inside my heart is burning

In this night I'll achieve my goal
It's a night in the winter of my soul

4. Into Thy Gentle Enbrace

From the steel torn world – an Abyss of hate
From the world outside – where hate rules the mind
From walls of intolerance – live on the surfaces
Of feelings untold – where tears have no shape

Into thy gentle embrace
Which guards me
My last resort
In my darkest hour

From masks people wear – to save them
Fall and scar them – from their life's short time
From swallowed pain kept inside
Needs to be released and dies

From nights darker than black – inflicted by my mind
I am blind – sorrow I bear
From bright colours that hide the lies
From the bold odours – as time flies

5. Life Will Never Be The Same Again

On snow covered mountains
My soul lies to sleep
Silent crying inside
My pain is so deep

Counting the days
As time passes by
Thinking of past times
I break down and cry

Life will never be the same again

Counting timeless tears
Which I spillt for you
You are my obsession
I don't know where you're gone to
I dream a dream of Hope
Under Moonlit stars
Tortured by reality
Which has left it's scars

In a World without feelings
My dreams are all dead
No one beside me
I know where I am at

Embracing the Silence
In my loneliness
Trying not to fear
All the things I posses

6. Flammenmeer

(инструментал)

7. Crimson Skies

Beneath the clouds in thriving grey
My humble soul to sleep I lay
To hide my soul from brightest light
Until the dawn, cometh the night

Where I roam through my domain
To hide myself from present pain
Where loneliness embraces me
And frees me from my misery

Darkness is pure
Light reflects the lies
Trying to escape
In the crimson skies

The night's embrace, the only way
To flee from life, into the grey
And darkness always will remain
Nothing left for me to gain

The lights illusion reflects my mind
Of the masses who are blind
Who bear their pain deep in their soul
Until their will of life is stole

8. The Night Is My Shelter

(инструментал)

9. Lieder Die Wie Wunden Bluten

Über nächtlich dunkle Fluten
Sing' ich meine traurigen Lieder,
Lieder, die wie Wunden bluten.
Doch kein Herz trägt sie mir wieder
Durch das Dunkel her.

Ein schwüler Garten stand die Nacht.
Wir schwiegen uns, was uns grauend erfaßt.
Davon sind unsre Herzen erwacht
Und erlagen unter des Schweigens Last.

Es blühte kein Stern in jener Nacht
Und niemand war, der für uns bat.
Ein Dämon nur hat im Dunkel gelacht.
Seid alle verflucht! Da war die Tat.

Nur die nächtlich dunklen Fluten
Rauschen, schluchzen meine Lieder,
Lieder, die von Wunden bluten,
Tragen an mein Herz sie wieder
Durch das Dunkel her.

10. These Mortal Feelings

All my life I wanted to be different from the prey
All my life I had absolutely nothing to say
But my mind grew up as time passed by
And so I realised that friendship's nothing but a lie

These Mortal feelings keep telling lies
And you're just too stupid too realise
The pain deep within my heart
Deep within my soul

I left my past behind of me
Except for the things you did to me
Atrocities of a mental kind
Made me sick, they made me blind

11. Die Zeit In Der Die Freundschaft Starb

Tränen der Verzweiflung
Und Eruption der Wut
Bilder dieser Welt
Befleckt mit der Unschuld'gen Blut

Reduziert die Nummer derer
In die Man Hoffnung gab
Diese Zeit ist vielmals leerer
Die Zeit in der die Freundschaft starb

Nichts ist wie es einstens war
Die Ewige Vergänglichkeit
Von allem welches wunderbar
War meines Lebens Geleit

Die Wahrheit treibt mit uns
Ein wahrhaft graus'ges Spiel
Verloren eine Menschheit
Ohne Sinn und ohne Ziel

Einzig nur die Liebe
Sie bleibt unveränderlich
Wenn sie alles währ' was bliebe
Nicht Trauern würde ich

Einzig nur die Liebe
Bleibt was sie immer war
Der einzig Sinn im Leben
So schön und wunderbar

12. Brother Against Brother

The armies they keep marching
Towards their deadly goal
I'm standing in their rows
Dying is my soul

Father, Mother
Help me in this misery
Father, Mother
Peace will never be
Father, mother
Soon I will join you
Father, Mother
To hell is where I'm going to

Brother against Brother
Man against Man
Killing eachother
Never again

Killing for religious reasons
Killing for superiority
Countless Soldiers falling
And are rotting helplessly

Awaiting the enemies charge
With a rifle in my hand
To look a soldier in his eyes
And put his life to an end

Hit by a machine gun burst
Falling to the ground
The only thing, that is left
Is the gun's so deadly sound

The last thing before I die
A soldier standing over me
His gun is pointing at my head
And so he'll release me from my pain...

13. Life Will Never Be The Same Again

On snow covered mountains
My soul lies to sleep
Silent crying inside
My pain is so deep

Counting the days
As time passes by
Thinking of past times
I break down and cry

Life will never be the same again

Counting timeless tears
Which I spillt for you
You are my obsession
I don't know where you're gone to
I dream a dream of Hope
Under Moonlit stars
Tortured by reality
Which has left it's scars

In a World without feelings
My dreams are all dead
No one beside me
I know where I am at

Embracing the Silence
In my loneliness
Trying not to fear
All the things I posses

14. Die Tote Kirche

(Bonus Track)

Auf dunklen Bänken sitzen sie gedrängt
Und heben die erloschnen Blicke auf Zum Kreuz.
Die Lichter schimmern wie verhängt,
Und trüb und wie verhängt das Wundenhaupt.
Der Weihrauch steigt aus güldenem Gefäß
Zur Höhe auf, hinsterbender Gesang
Verhaucht, und ungewiß und süß verdämmert
Wie heimgesucht der Raum.
Der Priester schreitet Vor den Altar;
doch übt mit müdem Geist er
Die frommen Bräuche – ein jämmerlicher Spieler,
Vor schlechten Betern mit erstarrten Herzen,
In seelenlosem Spiel mit Brot und Wein.
Die Glocke klingt! Die Lichter flackern trüber –
Und bleicher, wie verhängt das Wundenhaupt!
Die Orgel rauscht! In toten Herzen schauert
Erinnerung auf! Ein blutend Schmerzensantlitz
Hüllt sich in Dunkelheit und die Verzweiflung
Starrt ihm aus vielen Augen nach ins Leere.
Und eine, die wie aller Stimmen klang,
Schluchzt auf – indes das Grauen wuchs im Raum,
Das Todesgrauen wuchs: Erbarme dich unser – Herr!

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