sábado, 15 de mayo de 2010

Ikuinen Kaamos - The Forlorn (2006) [Finland (Kuopio)]

Juhani Mikkonen: Guitars
Arttu Romo: Drums (Agon Origin, Sotajumala)
Jarno Ruuskanen: Guitars & bass (Agon Origin)
Keyboards by Jone Väänänen
Vocals by Henri Villberg (Agon Origin, Diablerie (Fin), Ikuinen Kaamos, Rain Paint, Snowgarden)
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1. Frailty 13:28
2. Grace 12:56
3. Delusion 09:32
4. Ascent 09:32
5. Fall 07:32
Total 53:00

Tip: Released as digipack


1 comentario:

  1. 1. Frailty

    An old man stares through the window pane
    The cold wind is swaying the long grass
    The man sits on a chair resting his weary legs
    Weakness reflects from his withered skin

    He is praying for strength and mercy
    Silent devotion flows around him
    The wall is covered with memories
    Portraits with faces that never grow old

    The dreams of the past haunt his lonely life
    The crying face and voice of a newborn child
    The piercing gaze in the eyes of grace
    The first frail smile of the hopeful dawn

    He closes the eyes that God once opened
    And listens the wind howling outside
    It cracks through the walls of old home
    Deep to the soul of a man without a path


    2. Grace

    The yellow leaves fly with the wind
    Covering the graves below the willow
    The old man stands in the doorway
    Wiping his eyes with soiled sleeve

    He kneels at the foot of the graves
    And touches the time-worn epitaph
    Blessed are the pure in heart,
    for they shall see God

    The grief of loss claws at his bleak soul
    The wind carries the first freezing rain

    With the rain appears a light
    The bright ray of the cold autumn day
    It illuminates the cliffs beyond the field
    And casts vast shades upon the soaked grass

    The man recoils from his distant thoughts
    The rain flows along his furrowed cheeks
    He stares at the warmth of caressing light
    And weeps the unseen tears with the rain

    He touches the grass with the palm of his hand
    And lets the wind sway him towards the past
    He follows the path of forgotten oblivion
    And vanishes in the rain on his dying day


    3. Delusion

    The pale shadows flickered on the wall
    Offering a refuge from the dismal glance
    The man sat at a table with his hands crossed
    And muttered a blessing in a drunken stupor

    The somber room reeked of oppressive piety
    Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy
    In the shadows a wife and child slept
    Weary eyes closed in a listless grief

    A silence hovered outside in a pitch-black darkness
    The man's delusion
    Demons with lizard-like tongues and blackened wings
    A curse on his beloved
    His fearful eyes darted around the desolate room
    And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden wall

    The man sat at the edge of a bed
    And farewelled his sleeping family
    The cold barrel pressed against their forehead
    In a calm devotion before the blast

    The thunder silenced into a whisper
    And raised the smoke of lost tomorrow


    4. Ascent

    The freezing rain ceases to fall on earth
    The raindrops glitter like stars through the leaves
    The man leans against a high cliff side
    And mutters alone in an echoing deep voice

    The man recalls in madness
    The past of bleak oblivion
    The figment of intoxicated mind
    The gruesome murder of purity

    And the guilt weighs his heart
    Ending lives without judgement
    Entrusting the soul to mercy
    Watching as the time passes by

    The man raises his head in sorrow
    And stares beyond the cliffs
    He dreams of the timeless fall
    Air that frees the fallen soul
    The ground on his tired sight
    Turns into vast darkness
    The man gathers his last strength
    And takes the first step of the ascent


    5. Fall

    The man beholds the valley beneath him
    And stares at the beauty of his last sunset
    The light drifts away beyond the horizon
    The shadows grow longer with the wind

    The man looks at the light that withers away
    And feels the cold that veils his dark, fallen life
    He woes the grace of past and the frail fond smile
    In the forlorn of his lost and somber soul

    The man looks at the darkness that lays below
    And breathes the air that carries him through the depths
    He stands still on the edge of his final step
    In the forlorn of his lost and somber soul

    The man steps into emptiness
    And feels the air that frees the soul
    He falls and falls into the depths
    And feels the descending blackness

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