quinta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2009

Agalloch - As Embers Dress the Sky





The shallow voice of the wind
cries between these ebony wings.
The shallow cries of the wind
sing a swansong for mankind.

Shine on morning sky fire,
Ablaze this final day.
The autumnal end, the dawn of man,
The centuries fade below my feet.

I soared above them as they worthlessly
poured thought from, a chalice.
As wisdom did flow, twilight
had come to pass.
Drink, oh hallowed cup of life.


Shine on evening sky fire.
Paint the sky with the blood of a raven.
Bereavement, oh garment of ebony,
As embers dress the dusk of man...


Album: Pale Folklore (1999)

Band Website:
http://www.agalloch.org/

Encyclopaedia Metallum:
http://www.metal-archives.com/band.php?id=305

Myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/agalloch

terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2009

Faun - Isis




Ich höre deine Stimme in dem Wind
Ich schließe die Augen, denn ich war blind
Ich falte die Hände, die Reise beginnt
Ich höre deine Stimme in dem Wind

Ich höre mich rufen, ich lache dabei
Ich sehe die Wolken, ich ziehe vorbei
Ich lache und weine in einem Zug
Das Fallen endet mit dem Flug

Ich höre deine Stimme in dem Wind
Ich schließe die Augen, denn ich war blind
Ich falte die Hände, die Reise beginnt
Ich höre deine Stimme in dem Wind

Ich gehe zu den Steinen, verlasse die Zeit
Ich sterbe im Winter, ich stehe dir bei
Ich wachse im Regen, ich spüre den Wind
Ich spüre die Erde, ich halte dein Kind

Ich höre deine Stimme in der Nacht
Ich schließe die Augen, ich bin aufgewacht
Ich falte die Hände, die Reise beginnt
Ich höre deine Stimme in dem Wind


Translation:
I hear your voice in the wind
I close my eyes because I was blind
I fold my hands, the journey begins
I hear your voice in the wind

I hear myself cry, I laugh at
I see the clouds, I pull over
I laugh and cry in a train
The fall ends with flight

I hear your voice in the wind
I close my eyes because I was blind
I fold my hands, the journey begins
I hear your voice in the wind

I go to the stones, leaving the time
I die in the winter, I stand to you by
I grow in the rain, I can feel the wind
I feel the earth, I think your child

I hear your voice in the night
I close my eyes, I woke up
I fold my hands, the journey begins
I hear your voice in the wind

Letters to a departed.

People die.
When I think of all the happiness we've shared I feel blissful.
But then... I feel this woeful pain inside me, crushing all my internal organs, making me bleed.
I miss you... Don't you miss me?
I guess I'm selfish...

I can't feel you anymore.
I can't feel your love.
Why is that so?
What happened to our love?
Did it also died with you?
Is it death so wonderful that you prefer it instead of me?
Can't love overcome death?
Or is that love can only be phyisical?
If that's so, we've already lost our last drop of heaven.

I still love you.
I still miss you.