Faun- Pagan Folk/Medieval/Darkwave (Germany)
Album- Renaissance (2005)
Lyrics:
Mi esposica `sta en bano,
vestida de colorado.
Si, a la mar yo bien m’echaba;
si la serena lecencia me daba.
échate a la mar y alcansa,
échate a la mar!
Mi esposica `sta en el río,
verstida de amarillo.
Mi esposica `sta a la fuente,
vestida un-fustán verde.
Entre la mar y el río,
hay un árbol de bimbrillo.
Entre la mar y l arena,
hay un árbol de canela.
Ȋn 28 septembrie Irish Music& Pub va găzdui evenimentul “Days Of No Light” Fest. Part 1.
Acesta va ȋncepe la orele 19:30, preţul unui bilet fiind de 20 lei.
Pe lȃngă seria de proiecţii, festivalul va include şi concertele trupelor:
Negură Bunget – Progressive/Folk/Atmospheric Black Metal(Romania)
Album- Vîrstele Pămîntului(2010)
Lyrics:
Sub umbra Parîngilor
În straja timpului
Trecătoarea lupului,
Loc dosit, de nevăzut
Lac de rouă sufleţit
Sus în vîrful munţilor
Pe creştetul pietrelor
La porţile zînelor
Din plaiul Năculelor,
În crugu pamîntului
Din adîncu muntelui
Unde văzul lasă urmă
Ş-amintirea gîndul curmă
Porţi de piatră se închid
Bolţi de spirit se deschid
Şi te nalţă, suflătoare
Sfidătoare ‘nălţătoare
Din crugu pămîntului
Şi din ‘naltul cerului
Din adîncul timpului
Şi din miezul hăului
Roua roureşte, vorba despleteşte
Vorbă uitată, din vechi timp purtată
Roua roureşte, vorba despleteşte
Vorbă purtată, din vechi timp uitată
Sus în munte plînge rouă
Jos pămîntu cade-n două
Şi rămîne prăbuşit
Şi de spirit dezgolit
Vuietul adîncului
Înzvîcnirea simţului
Pin’ pămîntul iar se ‘ncinge,
Se încinge şi se stinge
Urma timpului căzută
Nevăzută şi pierdută
Urma locului uitată
Spaima timpului vărsată
Iar cînd arde un foc ‘n zare,
Taina veşnica s-aprinde
Se încinge, se prelinge,
Lasă sol să se perinde
Pe pămîntul dezvelit
Şi de şoapte dezgolit
Din afundul timpului
Spiritul adîncului
Roua roureşte, spaimă despleteşte
Spaimă purtată, din vechi timp uitată
Roua roureşte, spaimă despleteşte
Spaimă uitată, din vechi timp purtată
Roua roureşte, taină despleteşte
Taină uitată, din vechi timp purtată
Roua roureşte, taină despleteşte
Taină purtată, din vechi timp uitată
Darzamat- Symphonic Black Metal (early), Gothic Metal (later)(Poland)
Album: In the Flames of Black Art(1996)
Lyrics:
Coming into the blazing chamber
I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art
I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night
I am divina into the mirrors overfull
With the dark of secrets
I find traces of past decades
I don’t want the sun
The night is eternal in me
Like the storms of waterfalls
I am in the flames of black art
My heart didn’t stop beating
And my breast isn’t icy
But my thoughts are covered with the dark
And my heart has attired the black
Where the night spreads to out the earth
I will go there looking for the night
In the flames of black art
Dominion III- Electronic/Industrial Black Metal(Austria)
Album- The Hand and the Sword(2000)
Lyrics:
did you really believe that you could betray
the one that held your hand?
you lose your wings my little angel,
and now you are on your way down,
down where you belong.
beyond your conscience breeds the truth…
disastrous and dark.
now you’ll burn in the eternal flames…
…do you really know
who you are?
remember the past,
remember your blasphemy -
by blood your contract was signed,
youth for soul,
knowledge for damnation.
now you are on your way down,
my little angel,
down where you belong.
to sit beside the father in the fire.
Saturnus- Melodic Death/Doom Metal (Denmark)
Album- Paradise Belongs to You(1996)
Lyrics:
Cathedrals, towers rising in my heart
A thunder roars deep and quiet.
Making love with the silent rain.
Christ flashes before my eyes with empty face,
he chants the world goodbye.
Christ goodbye… Christ goodbye…
The world has vanished before our eyes.
Horned with staff and cloak,
I approach the world’s churchyard.
Grey skies transforming into deep black drops,
as the sun glance upon the holy ground.
The whore of life delicious irresistable, blood red sheet full of lust.
Every man has a dragon heart upon his own dusty shelf
(where) the thunder roars across the heavens.
The deepest chambers laugh -
Dragon king wake up, it’s time to take this throne.
Cloven hoof scratch the floor human find your devil door.
Christ goodbye… Christ goodbye…
I am god, the human eye.
Dargaard- Dark Ambient Neoclassical
Album- Eternity Rites(1998)
Lyrics:
I feel this cold darkness
The very emptiness calls me.
Follow me on my path…
Come, sentence this world to death.
Mortal life is nothing -
Compared to the void.
Your fears will be eraeased
As the thought reaches eternity.
What once was balance now is broken….
As this shadows arised
From the dephts beyond space and time -
The abyssios beyond the line
Of mortal imagination.
Light faded and left no source.
I walk the void…
Here time is the traveller
And I am the constant.
Emilie Autumn- cabaret,electronica,classical,folk,new age
album- Opheliac(2006)
Lyrics:
Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then
Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when
I was in his bed, and my father had sold me
I knew I hadn’t any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and
When I’m beheaded at least I was wedded
And when I am buried at least I was married
I’ll hide my behavior with wine as my savior
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
Marry me, he said, god, he’s ugly, but fortune is ours
Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers
Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh
So that I can pretend that I’m menstru…well, unavailable
My life is arranged but this union’s deranged
So I’ll fuck who I choose for I’ve nothing to lose
And when master’s displeased I’ll be down on my knees again
Oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
When dining on peacock I know I won’t swallow
Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow
We’re coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger
Or at least until husband finds someone younger
Yes, fertilization is part of my station
I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation
Of sons who will run things when I’m under covers
But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover’s!
But, oh, what beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
Especially since I’ll soon be dead
What beautiful things I’ll wear
What beautiful dresses and hair
I’m lucky to share his bed
So why do I wish I was…
