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Date de sortie : 17 juin 2003
Genre : Metal
Compilation/Best of
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Un DVD de cinq titre accompagne cette compilation, composé de cinq clips vidéos : Alone, Divinity, My kantele, Against widows et Black winter day.

1. Alone (04:23)
2. Drifting Memories (04:24)
3. Too Much To See (03:41)
4. The Way (04:35)à écouter en premier
5. Northern Lights (03:17)
6. Summer's End (05:37)
7. The Brother Slayer (03:37)
8. Better Unborn (05:52)à écouter en premier
9. My Kantele (05:03)à écouter en premier
10. Weeper On The Shore (04:52)à écouter en premier
11. Moon And Sun (03:36)
12. Black Winter Day (03:50)à écouter en premier
13. The Castaway (05:32)à écouter en premier
14. Drowned Maid (04:23)à écouter en premier
15. Warriors Trial (05:04)
16. The Exile Of The Sons Of Usiliu (03:43)
17. The Lost Name Of God (05:32)
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Disc 1



1. Alone (edit)


Can you feel the pain I feel?
I've lost all sense of what is real
I'm lost, in a world I detest

Can you feel the pain I feel?
This wound I've got will never heal
I'm lost, in the serpents own nest

Oh - set me free - crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality,
Our suffering life - the dream

Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves

Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of opression
Unrure - twisted - logic now die

Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered - circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine

Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
Your souls condemned to sing of life
Must die to be set free


2. Drifting Memories


How does it feel
Blessed to receive
Be modest and forgiving
How does it feel
You can try to hate me
But you're only hurting yourself

(chorus:)
Drifting in your shady memories
Where to go when sorrow breeds
Let the fear run through
Breath in black and stiffling air
All those words they disappear
No need to rest it's too early to die

You don't have to say
Why rue for that day
When you've open up your eyes again
Now it's your fate
Face your heart ache
You wish to make it unreal


3. Too Much to See



4. The Way


Forging the future from the timeless stone
Oh let me know how far I can go
Answering the questions that no one ever asks
Float through the sea of madness
And face the everlasting task

So lonely to wander
So sad to be alone
In the mist of the unknown
Trying to fool myself with dreams that never come
So hard to stand my ground
Never again will I fail
Will you tell me not to wait
Tell me to live for today

As the flowers wither
I will forget my pain
Since the stars have shone
The devil has shown me the way


5. Northern Lights



6. Summer's End


In the morning mist by the waning moon
through the woods she set on foot
With a sacred blade cut the berries down
Dug up the dreaded mandrake root

Tread my path to summer's end
This bequest I leave you she says
You will see what could be evergreen
Turn to copper and fade to gray

By the standing stones
Atropine eyes smiled at me
Sitting in a sluggish vertigo
Sands of time form another dream
No love without sacrifice
No life springs without decay
The final kiss is a wormy one
In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay


7. The Brother-Slayer


Where have you been, where have you been
my son, my merry son?
On the seashore, on the seashore
mother, my darling one.

And what have you been doing there
my son, my merry son?
I have been watering my horse
mother, my darling one.

Why is there blood upon your feet
my son, my merry son?
My horse stamped with its iron shoe
mother, my darling one.

Why there is blood upon your sword
my son, my merry son?
I have stabbed my brother to death
mother, my darling one.

What now of you, where will you go
my son, my wretched son?
To other lands to foreign lands
my dame, my darling one.

When will you be returning home
my son, my wretched son?
When all the world to judgement comes
my dame, my darling one.


8. Better Unborn


Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world

If I died a three-night--old
Been lost in my swaddling band
I have needed but a span of cloth
A span more of wood,
But a cubit of good earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell


9. My Kantele


Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike�s shoulders
From a water-dog�s hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gatheret from torments
And its pegs from other ills

So it not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow.


10. Weeper on the Shore


In the vale where I once listened out for the light
Where the little birds warble
The ptarmigans babble
And my heart looked about for some rest from its trouble

I cast my eyes downward upon the seaside
And a fair young girl on the shore I espied
Who was sitting and weeping
To see the waves leaping
And over the skyline sad vigil was keeping.

O why are you weeping alone on the shore?
Now still from your eyes I can see the tears pour.
What sorrow and smart
So pierces your heart
That even at midnight it will not depart?


11. Moon and Sun


Where has the sun gone from us
Where is the moon lost to us
The moon will not gleam at all
Nor will the sun shine at all

Death opens its mouth
The son of the Northlander
Camo to look, to listen

"There beyond the river is hero walking"

He took one step and took another
To the north's shore he hurried
He drew his sword, wrenched the iron
Snatched from the sheath the harsh one
Upon whose point the moon shone
Upon whose hilt the sun flashed
Upon whose back a horse stands
He uttered a word, spoke thus,
"There the sun has gone from you
The sun gone and the moon lost"


12. Black Winter Day


This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night


13. The Castaway


A bird flew out of Lapland
An eagle from the North East

One wing ruffled the water
And the other swept the sky
It's tail skimmed the sea

It flutters, it glides
It looks, it turns round

"Why, man are you in the sea
Fellow, among the billows?"


14. Drowned Maid


I went to wash at the shore
I went to bathe in the sea
And there I, a hen, was lost

I, a bird
Untimely died
Let not my brother
Ever in this world
Water his war-horse
Upon the seashore!

Waters of the sea
So much blood of mine
Fishes of the sea
So much flesh of mine

Such the death of the young maid
End of the fair little hen


15. Warriors Trial


As the sun falls down
And the swell crashes into the shore

The great warriors of doom
and wind ride high
Silent is the silence,
The only breathing of horses sound,
Cold northern steel,
Shining blade, pleases us
And we all live under the black mark

Oh lord, lead us to the paradise
My lord, is this the promised land
is this your gift

Let us fly into your dreams
Let us taste some blood

Sorrow - the unknown force
Hate - respect your enemy
Bitterness - shall be forever
Silence - nothing left

Let us fly into your dreams
Let us taste some blood


16. Exile of the Sons of Uisliu


A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
His singing was ever sweet...
Noisiu's grave has now been made
And the accompaniment was mournful

For him I poured out - hero of heroes,
The deadly drink that killed him

Dear his short shining hair
A handsome man, even very beautiful

Dear the grey eyes that women loved

Fierce they were foes


17. The Lost Name of God


We have to know, we have to see
Religions so many,
Which one of them are so real,
That it makes us to believe ?
Crushing the chains of faith

To find the way of immortality,
We're hiding behind the cross
To find shelter,
We're searching for the name of god

In this maze of hatred
The name of god is lost

Under the flag of salvation
We cleared this land of pagans
Under the cover of Christianity,
We stained our hands in blood

At these times of anguish
The name of God is lost

"I saw the coming of the end,
Sun stopped its shining,
Air is no longer fresh,
Then it was too late to realize,
That we can't breathe our hate."

The lost name of God


Disc 2



1. Alone


Can you feel the pain I feel?
I've lost all sense of what is real
I'm lost, in a world I detest

Can you feel the pain I feel?
This wound I've got will never heal
I'm lost, in the serpents own nest

Oh - set me free - crucify life itself
And let your joy be the reality,
Our suffering life - the dream

Pain, the highest order
Scorching the inside of my skin
Terminal spirit disease
An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves

Kill the worm that is depression
Join the leeches of opression
Unrure - twisted - logic now die

Kill the worm that is depression
My fevered - circle of damnation
Consumed by this torment divine

Terminal spirit disease
Terminal spirit disease
Your souls condemned to sing of life
Must die to be set free


2. Divinity


Last day brings the grace
For bearers of forbidden name
Step into five fold mace
As son as father in a frame

Someday fire wipes the rain
Fears are frozen tears whisper
Things that no one hears
Cry now, cry now for me again
Tomorrows pride and pain
Why you kneel before my name
Crushing my belief
And make shape to my relief
For who you set your prayers
I can't hear them anyway


3. My Kantele


Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike shoulders
From a water-dog hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gatheret from torments
And its pegs from other ills

So it not play, will not rejoice at all
Music will not play to please
Give off the right sort of joy
For it was fashioned from cares
Moulded from sorrow.


4. Against Widows


The Devil weds a widow
Death another leftovers
Better to lie on a willows
Rest on alder boughs
Than upon a widow pillow
Sweeter the side of a fence
Than a widow flank

Softer the side of a grove
Than a widow beside is

The Devil weds a widow
The grave one twice wed
A widow hand is rougher
Than a dry spruce bought
With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening


5. Black Winter Day


This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed think
Like daybreak in spring
The sun on a spring morning

But how do I feel
In my gloomy depths?

Like the flat brink of a cloud
Like a dark night in autumn
A black winter day
No, darker than that
Gloomier than an autumn night


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