Empyrium - Into The Pantheon "Full Album"

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June 11th, 2011, was a landmark date in Empyrium's history. After more than 15 years, Schwadorf and Helm played their very first show ever on that day, taking place at the Wave Gotik Treffen in the Pantheon of Volkspalast Leipzig. For this memorable event, the two core members put together an illustrious concert line-up, consisting of Konstanz (The Vision Bleak), Neige (Alcest), Eviga (Dornenreich), Fursy Teyssier (Les Discrets), Aline Deinert (Neun Welten) and Christoph Kutzer (Remember Twilight), who had rehearsed pieces from every creative phase of Empyrium as well as the new, so-far unreleased song "Dead Winter Ways". 

Empyrium - Intro

Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the saddened will "be gone"
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

Fight with our hearts and oceans ???
the times were full of magic
and seed with songs unsung,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

The sweetness, the hacks, now water restrain,
and silently we wallow in memory of the day,
when winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall.

Ride withered days unfiring the sun,
the nights were soft and cloudless,
the silent were begone,
and winds did lays in forest,
and dawn was filled with eerie sweetness
in days before the fall...

Empyrium - The Days Before the Fall

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams 
lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry 
grieving art the morning songs 

The love of the forests' tranquility 
just ice cold winds whisper to me 
as if a wild rose were trapped 
my bleeding heart 
a gentle breeze opens wings and [_?_] falls apart 

Enchant 
like a dream 
the Franconian woods 
Enchant me 
embrace me 
Franconian woods 

Autumn infinity 
in the vastness of countless trees 
I walk through purity 
lies in the sceneries 

Cast for this winter hike 
I see the north and it's fountain of light 
morning from ice 
The scenery of the night

Empyrium - The Franconian Woods in Winter

When through the starry night
The mists of autumn glide
The air is filled with tragedies of olden times

Where with a dreadful tone
A nightbird plays it's song
In forest dark at moors they come to life...

Empyrium - Where at Night the Wood Grouse

Karges, dunkles Land.
Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt.
Sollst so manch Legende schüren,
doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen.

Durch wilde, kahle Klüfte -
hinein ins Ödeland. (still, weit, unbekannt)
Dort herrschen eisge Lüfte,
wie nie zuvor gekannt. (tief drinn im Ödeland)

Wohin ich blick - nur Eis und Schnee...
gespenstge Kiefer, dunkler See...
schauderhaftes schließt mich ein -
kein Weg, kein Steg, kein Lampenschein!

Der Pferde Kräfte schwinden
in einer Nebelwand,
gepeitscht von Geisterwinden,
der Schlaf mich übermannt -
tief drin im Ödeland.

Empyrium - Heimwärts

Meagre trees in the shrouds, as old as the stones...
Mourners of abandon'd love, forever their woes shall grow silent.
O how many times may the moon has shone - reflected in these black lakes?
Should it be that can hear, the woes of those who ceased their lifes?

O so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age-old miserability
Ancient bitter beauty

Lost is the hope of those, who walk the moors with pain in heart.
...and all joy it sinks, burried deep, forever presumed dead.

O, so old they are... they bare the neverending grief...
Age - old miserability, a bitter beauty thrilling me

Empyrium - Mourners

Still, still war die Nacht, 
nur reget sich sacht - 
von Dunste bedeckt, 
ein See tief im Walde, 
im Schilfe, die Schwäne, 
ihr Wehklagen hallte.... 

Die Maid indes irrte 
nächtens umher, 
ihr Schmerz ungeborchen - 
kein Trost nimmermehr. 
Als ob man sie jage, 
über Stock, über Stein, 
immer tiefer ins Dickicht, 
ins Dunkle hinein. 
Ihr Herz pochte - raste! - 
wie Donner in ihr, 
die Welt war im Schlummer, 
allein war sie hier. 
Alleine im Kummer, 
der See lag vor ihr, 
das Jammern der Schwäne, 
es lockte sie hierher.... 

Licht blitzte und zuckte, 
erhellte die Nacht, 
ein Grollen erklang! 
Die Welt war erwacht. 
Von Ufer zu Ufer, 
das Wasser schlug aus! 
Es toste und brauste 
zum Rande hinaus. 
Die Maid war verlorn 
zu grimm ihre Pein! 
Die Schwäne sie lockten 
sie zu sich hinein. 
Sie trieb auf den Wogen 
ins Dunkel hinaus, 
sie trieb mit den Schwänen 
ins Dunkel hinaus.....

Empyrium - Die Schwäne Im Schilf

Wie Todeshauch die Nebel fließen,
durch krumm erstarrte Kiefern Wehen,
wo Schatten sich in Silber gießen
und flehend sacht die Winde gehen.
Da liegt erblasst im Winterlicht,
der Weiher still, und atmet nicht!

Empyrium - Der Weiher

Wo schmerzlich Zeit musst heftig wogen,
da thronet ein erforner Bogen.
Stille bereitet sich endlich an,
müden Wandrern zart zu nahn.
Kein Lichtstrahl trifft die Schatten hier hinein,
ins blau-kristallne Kämmerlein.

Empyrium - Das Blau-Kristallne Kämmerlein

Ali Sorena - Be Bachat Begoo (@alisorena)
Produced by Atour (@atour)
Mixing and Mastering Engineer: Atour
Feb 2014, Divar Records

علی سورنا - به بچت بگو
آهنگساز: آتور
بهمن ۹۲


متن
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به بچت بگو
از طعم و رنگ پول يا حبس و درد و زور
ستاره هايي که با طلوع  غروب کردن
تو شروع رسوب کردن 
ازقلم از قلم شدن و قفس از نفس
از طرف من به بچت بگو
که شب شروع سوختن شمع بود يکي هميشه قرباني روشن شدن بود
بگو
از طرف من که لب و هر طرف من به نخ
وقت گفتن حق دوختن
درد من و هزار تا من نه غرب نه حتي عرب
نه اه و اشک و طرب
نه دولت و سلطنت
نه خود وطن بود
اينا رو به بچت بگو
ازقول من که 
زخم ماها جاش نبود
روي کمر داس موند
ضعف ما اواز نبود کوک غلط ساز بود
رشد واسه اون بود که هميشه اروم بود
به اندازه خار نبود اونجايي که ياس موند
درد مرگ پدر نبود مرد بي پدر بود
ضربه ي تبر نبود دست بي سپر بود
ميلاد که تار شد
عزا خبردارشد،
شهر پر غلام بود که رئيس جبار شد
به بچت بگو که دست بند و خون
حسرت و جنون لبخندمون
بدتر از حتي صدتا صدتا ميله بود 
درد ما ديگران نبود درد ما همديگه بود
به بچت بگو

همخوان:
به بچت بگو......به بچت بگو....به بچت بگو........بگو

قسمت دوم:
به بچت بگو از پول در اومدت 
از اين کاغذاي  مزخرف و ضرورتش
بگو 
چه بلايي اوردي سربرادرت
بهش بگو ديگه بهش عمو نگو
بگو
زاييده ي کدوم يکي از تيکه هاي جنگي
يا زاييده ي شيکم کدوم جنده ي فرهنگي
واسه شهر فرنگي؟
هر روز يه رنگي
سبزي،زردي،ابي يا بنفشي
بگو
نماد و پرچم افکار و ميگيره
غم امروز جلوي فردا رو ميگيره
گشنه ها پرنده ها رو زدن کشتن 
بگو سفره ي خالي جلوي پرواز و ميگيره
به بچت ب
بگو...

Ali Sorena - Be Bachat Begoo (Prod. By Atour) | به بچه‌ات بگو

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