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 Итак, это демка известной группы, которая добилась успеха используя вокальную схему "красавица и чудовище". Первая демка состоит из 3 полноценных песен и фолкового аутро. 1-ая песня нигде не будет издоваться далее, однако в ней нет ничего особого. На 1-ом альбоме есть песни намного лучше, да и здесь есть, они идут следом за этой песней. A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal и Dying - I Only Feel Apathy - вот главные шедевры демки, так и альбома. Шедевры, которые по стилю я бы отнёс к смеси готики с дум\дэтом. Все песни мелодоичны, особенно мелодична A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal. Особенно поражает клавишник группы, такие мелодии создаёт, получше гитар, намного лучше.
А теперь о минусах. Качество записи плохое, все песни, кроме одной, и не очень оригинальной есть на 1-ом альбоме. Отсюда вывод: никому не советую брать демку группы, только коллекционерам. |
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Alack! - Solely bethought -
Mayhap a song by the hearth?!
Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins -
Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! -
And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! -
Should ye muster daggers in thy brow!
"Fare well! - my kinsmen -
I have drunk my last ale -
Eat and drink well -
O! - Behold my final skirmish."
Crops be irk'd by draught -
Kinsmen waylain by robbers -
Kine of thine stampeding -
Curse thee fore'ermore!
Until then ne'er will I drink wine,
Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!
2. A Hamlet For A Slothful Vassal
[SING: Raymond F. Rohonyi & Liv Kristine Espenaes]
Behold a jocund morn indeed! -
Sun on high - birds in sky.
Yonder the whist firth eathing,
Fro where a gale erranteth.
Ye beholdest but the shadow.
That is a lie!
Mayhap a tithe of trothplight -
Lief I am not!
I deem - e'er and anon!
My words are but a twist.
Tis a feigned lie through loathing,
I say!
To and fro, save hither,
Is thy love.
A dotard gaffer, I daresay...
Not a loth! -
But vying for my kinsmen!
...a sapling not!
Beautiful tyrant!
Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven!
Wolvish-ravening lamb!
A hamlet for a slothful vassal -
Soothing ale for a parched sot.
Hie to tell me
What ye judgest as naught;
I behold the shadow!
Wherefore call me such names;
Nay imp am I!
Thou art my aghast hart -
Grazing in the glade.
E'er thou sayest aye!
That is a lie!
Thief of a plot!
Lief I am not!
Now go to thy tryst!
My words are but a twist!
Go, leave, totter!
Fare well! - with joy I came,
Until ye dwindlest.
With rue I leave
A morsel, nay more,
Even the orb cannot
For thy journey
Help me melt the ice?!
Hither and thither!
3. Dying - I Only Feel Apathy
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth
I cry aloud my last words of lost hope.
A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind;
Huxes like moisture through pores.
I am unwilling to forgive
Him who depriev'd me of my life -
Gloaming the sequence -
A momentary view.
Perishing intervals of rejoice -
My supreme happiness is lost!
Baleful emotions of fear - my body is the earth -
The earth is now destined to be made forlorn -
Forlorn from the enlivening energies.
Am I not anylonger living?
In mournful silence I suffer -
In peace I now will rest.
My hard-working hands
Are now reposed.
I close thee my beloved into my heart -
Conceal thy memory in my inner sanctum.
In my thoughts thou shalt forever be -
As a dear and precious remembrance.
I'm dethroned in the reign of entity -
My tears descend like of abony -
Life is the theatre of tragedy -
Dying - I only feel apathy!
4. Soliloquy
[Instrumental]