Music by Stefan Hertrich
Lyrics by Stefan Hertrich
Recorded and mixed at Six String Factory, Munich, in April 1994 by Christian Bystron.
1. Dream Recalled On Waking
...and after a many summer dies the swan
It withers slowly in thine arms
All night long amorous anthems sung
It's tears on your cheek, history of the fall
Sweet is the breath of night
With charm of earliest birds
Close over us, the silver star, thy guide
Dying
embers, our only light
But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest
Thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
Honour and beauty are but dreams
Big alike with wounds and dart
Like fiery dews that melt
The swan's soul into boughs does glide
Flaming swords forbiddeth, they banish me from you
Remembrance of a bitter loss
Ruined love, when it's built anew, grows fairer,
More strong, far greater
While glory crowns so many hatreds crest
Waking, thou wert in thy nakedness
...and after a many summer dies the swan
2. In Broken Images
Grotesque fairyland-astray
With fine falling snow
this myth now melts away
Through bloody archways
it flows upstream to see
this heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, taking down it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to heal
Beauty's rose should never die
My grief lies onward, joy behind
But nature calls it to be gone
So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins, black memory!
Freezing have I felt
what dark days seen in sleep a king
Mounted on the wind your bareness
comes to touch the seals
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins' black memory
For never resting time leads summer
on my heart is slain
Within this would which iron did impress
there will a river whispering run
The very birds are mute
The dread the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my world with weeping earnestly
Too hot the eye of heaven shined
Anon, the tunnel I will find
Praise deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light, thy picture in my sight
It's held within his hands
It's grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal veils
Morning shadows wear away
How many mornings have I seen?
3. Above The Edge Of Doom
Don't drink the wine, it could be blood
This torrent could be thine
Turbid water cannot gleam
Your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows dream my thoughts
I want to deny my frown
This war starves out my faith
it naughts my peace
Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off
Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead
Find the first conceit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter thing
Doom's calling
Whatever midnight hath been here
The flames of love I cannot view
So glid my path with thine eyes
Winter's cold falling deep
Make glad seasons as thou fleets
through crystal brooks where silence heats
Winning, when I saw myself to lose
Ruined love is built anew
On thorns rose stand
Two mourning eyes thy face
Bashful dreams, my soul is fled
where late sweet birds sand
Solicit your evil minds
wandering through the morning fog
Through the grove where trees conceal the light
Through the leaves, through fallen snow
My tears on your skin
but water cools not pain
from my soul which in thy breast doth lie
(It's useless shine it may forbear,
the weeping days to chase)
Find the first conceit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter thought
Doom's calling...
4. A Charm For Sound Sleeping
My loveless eyes, they gaze on thee
They break the crystal of the sea
That smile for which my feelings sigh
This pain could teach us how to die
Your heart once left thus desolate
Must fly at least from ease to hate
So many summer-flowers there
So many shadows love might (share)
Love's (image) upon earth without its wings
I feel relief when sorrows flows
My days though few have passed below
(Dark tree,) still sad… (when other's grief is fled)
Grasped in holy hand (of mystery)
So beautiful shy, dark eyes… (flashing free)
Last eve in beauty's circle (proudly gay)
Let thy scattered shafts of light (play)
Sleep at noon with branches overgrown
You can't enliven dying man for god takes back his gift
Beat the twilight into flakes of fire
Glow with the glow that slowly crimsoned all
Through all memory I found a way
I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me
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Удивительный мини-альбом. Смело, находчиво, напористо звучит, местами даже прогрессивно. Потрясающей красоты буржуазное интро «A Dream Recalled On Waking» стоит особняком. «In Broken Images» - полу-прогрессивный дэт-дум эпик с развитием, пожалуй, лучшая здесь композиция. «Above The Edge of Doom» - то, что в дальнейшем Darkseed возьмут за основу развития: весело, энергично, но с долей мрака и с приятными инструментальными находками. Последняя композиция - это атмосферное аутро.
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But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest
Thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
Honour and beauty are but dreams
Big alike with wounds and dart
Like fiery dews that melt
The swan's soul into boughs does glide
Flaming swords forbiddeth, they banish me from you
Remembrance of a bitter loss
Ruined love, when it's built anew, grows fairer,
More strong, far greater
While glory crowns so many hatreds crest
Waking, thou wert in thy nakedness
...and after a many summer dies the swan
2. In Broken Images
Grotesque fairyland-astray
With fine falling snow
this myth now melts away
Through bloody archways
it flows upstream to see
this heartache parching me
Burns my gaiety, taking down it's golden mask
My tears ooze away on drifting soil
Through peace I stride and flee
Your musing thoughts caressed by fear
I hear some nightingales, they sing
My withered dreams to heal
Beauty's rose should never die
My grief lies onward, joy behind
But nature calls it to be gone
So tired with my woe...
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins, black memory!
Freezing have I felt
what dark days seen in sleep a king
Mounted on the wind your bareness
comes to touch the seals
Stormy gusts of winter's day
For restful death I beg
Ere that sun doth wake
Drown my sins' black memory
For never resting time leads summer
on my heart is slain
Within this would which iron did impress
there will a river whispering run
The very birds are mute
The dread the winter's near
Their sings, they wet my eyes
Drown my world with weeping earnestly
Too hot the eye of heaven shined
Anon, the tunnel I will find
Praise deep vermilion in the rose
What tree or stone doth want a soul?
Light, thy picture in my sight
It's held within his hands
It's grounded in my heart
Disguised in bridal veils
Morning shadows wear away
How many mornings have I seen?
3. Above The Edge Of Doom
Don't drink the wine, it could be blood
This torrent could be thine
Turbid water cannot gleam
Your amity to truth departs
The moonlit sky is lightning up in lands where
shadows dream my thoughts
I want to deny my frown
This war starves out my faith
it naughts my peace
Weed stamps on it's guilt, it crumbles off
Ere you were born was beauty summer's dead
Find the first conceit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter thing
Doom's calling
Whatever midnight hath been here
The flames of love I cannot view
So glid my path with thine eyes
Winter's cold falling deep
Make glad seasons as thou fleets
through crystal brooks where silence heats
Winning, when I saw myself to lose
Ruined love is built anew
On thorns rose stand
Two mourning eyes thy face
Bashful dreams, my soul is fled
where late sweet birds sand
Solicit your evil minds
wandering through the morning fog
Through the grove where trees conceal the light
Through the leaves, through fallen snow
My tears on your skin
but water cools not pain
from my soul which in thy breast doth lie
(It's useless shine it may forbear,
the weeping days to chase)
Find the first conceit of love there bred
Faith falling...
No bitterness that I have bitter thought
Doom's calling...
4. A Charm For Sound Sleeping
My loveless eyes, they gaze on thee
They break the crystal of the sea
That smile for which my feelings sigh
This pain could teach us how to die
Your heart once left thus desolate
Must fly at least from ease to hate
So many summer-flowers there
So many shadows love might (share)
Love's (image) upon earth without its wings
I feel relief when sorrows flows
My days though few have passed below
(Dark tree,) still sad… (when other's grief is fled)
Grasped in holy hand (of mystery)
So beautiful shy, dark eyes… (flashing free)
Last eve in beauty's circle (proudly gay)
Let thy scattered shafts of light (play)
Sleep at noon with branches overgrown
You can't enliven dying man for god takes back his gift
Beat the twilight into flakes of fire
Glow with the glow that slowly crimsoned all
Through all memory I found a way
I walked in thoughts, today they walk in me