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AEONS OV FROST LYRICS
"Iridescent Fear" (2005)
1. Iridescent Fear
2. It Got Dark
3. Forgotten Kingdoms
4. Imitation (E. A. Poe)
5. Spirits of the Dead (E. A. Poe)
6. Bells pt.4 (E. A. Poe)
7. Slidr heitir su... (Bard's Song)
8. Behind Space (In Flames cover)
1. Iridescent Fear
When night should eat myself
Our pride is to feed blood ov someone else
Great night was pierced by darkness
When we became an echo ov shadow
You can’t leave this place alive \ Your soul is intoxicated
Scarlet eyes are no longer shine – dusk, dun, darkness…
Light demolishable skin – shade, ghost, absence…
Electrical blood streams – thirst, lust, insanity…
Daymare kingdom ov iridescent fear!
Their mouths are full ov crows.
Our hope is your bloody bodies \ We are waiting for the moonrise
Fylfot ov red sunspot – A skull in crown ov flesh
We love twilight and nightmare \ We hate your pool ov life
Their wings are made of claws
Liquid eyes scream with stars.
Suffering and never see the dawn.
My shadow will fall, Night should be overtaken with black aureole
Nothing will embrace us all
2. It Got Dark
Silence was broken by whist ov the knife
Darkness is soaking flash ov her life
She’s getting cold in tarnished light
I’m burying body under the veil ov night
Flying up the smoke ov her breath
Like a bird in the dark
Growing stronger inner stress
Breaking my heavy sigh
I shall capture U like a sea
Storming in a beautiful day
And I’ll bite your lips goodbye
All your red would be sprayed
Shadows are moving
Shadows are moving on beautiful face
Shadows are living…
Drowning down into the full moon
Where all reflections are real
Damned by the stars I’ll kill you soon
Mystery must be unsealed
Be gone among old autumn leaves
Black butterfly’s kissing your skin
I rape white flesh with silver blade
To release woman’s beauty and sin!
Mask on! Tonight I love - you die! It got dark!
3. Forgotten Kingdoms
FORGOTTEN KINGDOMS
I’m looking at blackened sign
No one wants it ever to find
‘Cause the lines on the stone
Display paths when death comes
Death that walking through pale crowd
Death which scares Youth and Proud
Scythe, ghoul horse and black rose
You shall meet them, don’t you know?
Thy kingdom fell in thorns ov ice
Cold ruins stayed lonely long times
Following the dead man’s way
I’m destroying all you obey
All the dreams you create
Turn to dust under my fate
Longest journey that I had
Lead my soul to no man’s land
Castles were judged to disappear
Only grim grass will be there
I’m walking to the dead man’s lair
I am destroying all that you obey
Your castles were judged to disappear
Eternal grass will meet you here
But if you want – you can break the chains ov
Suggested idol – that dying on the cross
Will always be dying – kill him and no wait
The blade ov life rusts with no purpose
Before you die – you must let dark to be
(because)
You’re almost dead and sleeping in misery
To rise again above your normal fit
In every side must to find several seed
ÇÀÁÛÒÛÅ ÊÎÐÎËÅÂÑÒÂÀ
ß âèæó çíàê äðåâíèõ ñèë
Íî êîñò¸ð äàâíî îñòûë
Ëèíèé âÿçü ðå÷ü âåä¸ò
Î ïóòÿõ, ãäå Ñìåðòü ïðîéä¸ò.
Áåëèò Ñìåðòü ëèöî òîëïû
Òðåïëåò ñåðäöå ñòðàõ ñóäüáû
Ïàëûé êîíü, ñåðï æíåöà
Íå óçðåòü Ÿ ëèöà.
È âàøèõ öàðñòâ ðàñòàåò ë¸ä
Îòïðàâèâ äóøó â ïðèçðà÷íûé ïîë¸ò
Ñëåäóÿ ïóòÿì äðóãèõ
̸ðòâûé óì – ãðîá äëÿ æèâûõ
Âñå ìå÷òû, ÷òî âàñ íåñóò
Îòäàíû ïîä Ñòðàøíûé ñóä
Âîçâðàùàÿñü èç âðåì¸í
Äàëüíèõ ñòðàí, ÷óæèõ ïëåì¸í
ß ðàçðóøó çàìîê çëà
×òîá íà í¸ì òðàâà ðîñëà
Âíèêàÿ â ìóäðîñòü ìåðòâåöîâ
ß ðàçðóøàþ ãëóïûõ ñíîâ îñòîâ
ß ãîðû ïðåâðàùàþ â ïûëü
À íà ðóèíàõ ïóñòü ðàñò¸ò êîâûëü
…Íî øàíñ íàì äàí – òû ìîæåøü âûíóòü ãâîçäè
Âíóø¸ííûõ èñòèí ñîçäàííûõ ëæåöîì.
Ïðåä ëèêîì Ñìåðòè ãîðèçîíò î÷èùåí
È Æèçíè ìå÷ ìãíîâåíüåì çàîñòð¸í
È ò¸ìíûõ ñèë, è íèçøèõ ïðîÿâëåíèé
Ðàñêðûòà äëàíü, ïðèìè å¸ êàê äàð
È ëèøü çàòåì, â ãîðíèëå ïðåâðàùåíèé
Òâîé äóõ ïðîéä¸ò ñêâîçü âüþãó è ïîæàð…
4. Imitation (E. A. Poe)
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish
5. Spirits of the Dead (E. A. Poe)
I
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone-
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:
II
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
III
The night—tho' clear—shall frown—
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
IV
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish-
Now are visions ne'er to vanish—
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze—the breath of God—is still-
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token—
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries! (1827-1839)
6. Bells pt.4 (E. A. Poe)
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
7. Slidr heitir su... (Bard's Song)
«Ëüåòñÿ ñ âîñòîêà ïîòîê õîëîäíûé,
ìå÷è îí íåñåò, - Ñëèä åìó èìÿ».
Ñðåäü õîëìîâ îäèí ñêèòàëñÿ ÿ,
Ëåñ è òîïè æàäíî æäóò ìåíÿ.
Æàæäîé íåèçâåñòíîãî òîìèì
Äí¸ì è íî÷üþ ñòàíîâëþñü äðóãèì
Âèäîèçìåíÿåòñÿ ìîé ñîí,
È âåçäå ìåðåùèòñÿ íåîí.
Ñíîâà ñêà÷åò ïàëûé æåðåáåö,
Êîñèò óðîæàé ñâîé ÷¸ðíûé æíåö,
Òó÷è ëîïíóò íà ïîëÿ âîäîé,
Ìîëíèÿ óêàæåò ãäå èíîé!
«Ãàðì ëàåò ãðîìêî ó Ãíèïàõåëëèðà,
ïðèâÿçü íå âûäåðæèò – âûðâåòñÿ Æàäíûé.
...
Áðàòüÿ íà÷íóò áèòüñÿ äðóã ñ äðóãîì,
ðîäè÷è áëèçêèå â ðàñïðÿõ ïîãèáíóò;
òÿãîñòíî â ìèðå, âåëèêèé áëóä,
îò ìå÷åé è ñåêèð, òðåñíóò ùèòû,
âåê áóðü è âîëêîâ äî ãèáåëè ìèðà;
ùàäèòü ÷åëîâåê ÷åëîâåêà íå ñòàíåò.
Ãüÿëëàðõîðí!
Õðþì åäåò ñ âîñòîêà, ùèòîì çàñëîíÿÿñü;
¨ðìóíãàíä ãíåâíî ïîâîðîòèëñÿ;
çìåé áüåò î âîëíû, êëåêî÷åò îðåë,
ïàâøèõ òåðçàåò; ïëûâåò Íàãëüôàð!
Ñóðò åäåò ñ þãà ñ ãóáÿùèì âåòâè,
ñîëíöå áëåñòèò ìå÷àìè áîãîâ;
ðóøàòñÿ ãîðû, ìðóò âåëèêàíøè;
â Õåëü èäóò ëþäè, ðàñêîëîòî íåáî.
Ñîëíöå ïîìåðêëî, çåìëÿ òîíåò â ìîðå,
ñðûâàþòñÿ ñ íåáà ñâåòëûå çâåçäû,
ïëàìÿ áóøóåò ïèòàòåëÿ æèçíè,
æàð íåñòåðïèìûé äî íåáà äîõîäèò»
8. Behind Space (In Flames cover)
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