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[ti:Tales From The Inverted Womb] |
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[ar:Sopor ?ternus & the Ensemble of Shadows] |
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作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
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Tales From The Inverted Womb |
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Alas, let me tell you about the beauty of the tomb: |
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the stained glass, all viole(n)t, |
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enhancing the gloom. |
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Dark flowers, all withered, fragile and old, |
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yet, their perfume still lingers like a secret untold. |
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Like a dream, or a memory that floats in this vault, |
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waiting for the moment it shall be recalled by some visitor, |
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maybe, who is seeking release from a strange kind of sadness, |
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some unknown disease. |
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Its symptoms are madness, |
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caused by the music in his head, |
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sung by an endless choir, called: |
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"the Voices of the Dead". |
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It's his longing for silence |
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for the absence of sound |
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that will lead him the hidden path below the ground |
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Where he shall discover, |
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though terror and fear, behind black iron doors .... |
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something is sleeping here: |
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a little dead baby, |
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a young boy lies kept, |
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so fragile and frightened, crippled and sad... |
