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Darkwell
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1 | Fate Prisoner
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| 2 | Strange
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| 3 | Metatron
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| 4 | Crown Of Thorn
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| 5 | The Machine
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| 6 | Hope Unborn
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| 7 | Nothingness
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| 8 | Far Cry
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| 9 | Last Glance |
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Vocals - Stephanie Luzie
Bass - Roland Wurzer
Drums - Moritz Neuner
Keyboards - Raphael Lepuschitz
Guitars - Mathias Nussbaum |
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Recorded at Mirror Productions Studio, Innsbruck,
February 2004.
Mixed and mastered at Mastersound Studio,
Fellbach, August 2004.
Drums produced by Lukas Flarer.
Produced by Roland Wurzer.
Co-produced by Alexander Krull and Darkwell.
All songs by Darkwell, all lyrics by Roland
Wurzer.
Photographs by Kerstin Schimatovich.
Artworx & layout by Gerhard Simader. |
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Let me go, to this world
See my pain, sacrificed
Flee my row, in unease
Filth no gain, is my doom
In the warm dusk, birth of life's spark
Thrown in this world of greed
The essence flask, sense stays in dark
Decay of seed
In a mace of colder fears
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Pathway of the crowned beast
The heavens weep
Let me go, to this world
See my pain, sacrificed
Flee my row, in unease
Filth no gain, is my doom
The chain is broken, a creature is freed
All the bonds are concealed
It's hopes taken, freedom is agreed
Fate is revealed
In a mace of colder fears
Dogmatic Coercions unleashed
Pathway of the crowned beast
The heavens weep
Let me go, to this world
See my pain, sacrificed
Flee my row, in unease
Filth no gain, is my doom
2. Strange
I hear a voice in my mind
There is a gate concealed
My emotions are so blind,
Nothing revealed
Tumultuous thoughts on the face
A dementia in deep
My emotions are so blind,
It's an infected creep
Strange layers of our pride, forever lost
Vividness of the tale, disguised
Our beliefs are the hopes weird host
Unimportance will be realized
Consciousness begins to fade
Yet the state of mind debased
The decisions are made,
Madness is faced
Grabbed by the inner demon
Disrooted of mankind's grace
The societies crippled son,
It's an infected creep
Strange layers of our pride, forever lost
Vividness of the tale, disguised
Our beliefs are the hopes weird host
Unimportance will be realized
3. Metatron
As the beings spawned
Dulcet offspring's, the fruit
Heavens children saw them in the dawn
Their lust enraged their blood
The leader knew of the guilt
Plenty to share, they swore an oath
On maledictions it was build
They descended from heaven in innocent cloth
The prophecy I had to see
I am the Metatron
The fall I had to testify
My inner me passed by
So I had to comply
I became the Metatron
Winged assailants took their brides
Debased their sacred epiphany
Brought them on a magic tide
Morale screams in agony
The brood giants of morbid form
The nephilim walked the fields
Their hunger bended the norm
They gorged their mothers,
The fate was sealed
The prophecy I had to see...
4. Crown Of Thron
In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate
An everlasting bond, the times blade
In the Shadow of a second, a cruel fate
An everlasting bond, the times blade
A word falls, agony spreads, future is still born
Apocalyptic sins, end of the crown of thron
Was a place of joy, a place of war
Mankind's toy, fear this time
Was a place of love, a place of fear
Life above, decay of mine
Deliverance refused, prophecies vanished
The everlasting bond, finally is perished
Deliverance refused, prophecies vanished
An everlasting lie, devotees are perished
The book crushed, agony reigns, the era is worn
The riders balefulness, end of the crown of thron
Was a place of joy, a place of war
Mankind's toy, fear this time
Was a place of love, a place of fear
Life above, decay of mine
5. The Machine
The visions have become real
A technocratic sight,
Mankind's flow corrupted
Dimensions of control.
The arch-emotions are lost,
But desire remains.
A free spirit again - unwanted.
A machine, Newtopias heart
The future curse
The machine, A cyborg tool
Mens power is gone
A machine, industrination
It's the systems fall!
A virtual admission of guilt, confession
Orwell's future tense, libertcidal
The species enslaved, the will is broken
To avert doom - obnoxious.
A machine, Supernatural reign
The futures curse
The machine, The creature a fool
Mens power is gone
A machine, exploitation
It's the systems fall!
A machine, Newtopias heart
A virtual world
The machine, A cyborg tool
The control is lost
A machine, industrination
Ultimate domination!
6. Hope Unborn
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind
He will lead us out, the Finder
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind?
In a cold second of mourn
The grieve shades of grey
A day unborn
Another curse, flee, no way
I'm alone in the mists of this life
My blood it boil
A dark hive-order spoils
Because it stays in the mind of the Binder
Chaos spreads in the realm of mankind
He will lead us out, the Finder
I cannot help in this puzzle, why am I blind?
He bears our weighty hopes
A pile in the sky
Against the order
The power is now claimed
All our hopes in this mystical hands
My mind, it swirls
If he is not the Redeemer
Because it stays...
7. Nothingness
They fade
They were gone, they fade fast
Emotions like gems in a bowl
I, I, I, remember the past
They were close,
They touched my soul
They fade, They fade
I know the the thought is the matter
Fabricated of emotions
Fate light as a feather
Immortal corrosions
8. Far Cry
Like on golden wings
Beneath the misty clouds
My heart is all my joy
Touched by a siren singing
I thought I knew it all about, all about
Me, an exploited gal,
My visions fallen from grace.
Trapped in my own hell.
Faced by realities; derailed
A bitter sweet truth; I failed
There is no gold in the sky
Colors fade to grey
My dreams can't deploy
My breast starts to cry
For my illusions I will pay, I will pay
Me an exploited gal...
I will stretch my dark arm
In black my future falls
Finally I am no toy
My victims I will harm
Now I know it all
9. Last Glance
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My final ballot I have to cast
The time in a short span
The poets call it life
Notions are to ban
The fortune is a dive
My last glance
No foul hope
It is the hearts last dance
I shouldn't have taken the rope
In my shallow grave
I will enslave my mind
All the anger starts to rave
Needless creatures of my kind
What will await me
Exists the divine claw?
I feel the undertow
The last thing that I saw
My last glance...
What was the preachers plight
Where is the promised truth
I see no heavens might
No, my existence will fuse
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My hopes have been vast