One of the most beautiful songs in the history of progressive metal.,Which when I listen to it I get goosebumps, it makes such a colossal impression on me every time.Simply a masterpiece.
Admiro su virtuosismo, aunque siempre he tenido conflicto con el género de metal que manejan, por cierto están de más las voces guturales, que a mi juicio desmerita su trabajo, NO ME GUSTA EL DEATH METAL
Mi apreciación de esta vertiente del metal que no acostumbro comúnmente a escuchar: Instrumentación y cadencia elaborada e interesante, limpia y melódica, audio sobresaliente para un concierto en vivo, Elementos de rock progresivo y Jazz Fusión (increíble) la voz gutural no le veo tanto sentido en una banda de DEATH metal melódico
Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see There falls another Vapor hands released the blade Insane regrets at the drop Instruments of death before me Lose all to save a little At your peril it's justified And dismiss your demons As death becomes a jest You are the laughing stock Of the absinthe minded Confessions stuck in your mouth And long gone fevers reappear Nocturnally helpless And weak in the light Depending on a prayer Pacing deserted roads to find A seed of hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots are sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest Awaiting redemption for a lifetime As they die alone With no one by their side Are they forgiven? Stark determination Poisoning the soul Unfettered beast inside Claiming sovereign control And now the woods are burning Tearing life crops asunder Useless blackened remains Still pyre smoldering
Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see There falls another Vapor hands released the blade Insane regrets at the drop Instruments of death before me Lose all to save a little At your peril it's justified And dismiss your demons As death becomes a jest You are the laughing stock Of the absinthe minded Confessions stuck in your mouth And long gone fevers reappear Nocturnally helpless And weak in the light Depending on a prayer Pacing deserted roads to find A seed of hope They are the trees Rotten pulp inside and never well Roots are sucking, thieving from my source Tired boughs reaching for the light It is all false pretension Harlequin forest Awaiting redemption for a lifetime As they die alone With no one by their side Are they forgiven? Stark determination Poisoning the soul Unfettered beast inside Claiming sovereign control And now the woods are burning Tearing life crops asunder Useless blackened remains Still pyre smoldering Not only the music/musicians are fantastic! very well performed poetic lyrics...
I think it would be better in the parts "...away from my home", "away from the sun"... He extended the "hooome" and "suuun", like in the recorded song.
