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A&F - Groparu de la Bellu
14:56 Jun 21 2009
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New Romanian Drone/Funeral Doom Band temporarily called A&F. First single : Groparu de la Bellu (The Grave-digger from Bellu). Do you like it?

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Agathodaimon - Ne Cheama Pamintul & Glasul Artei Viitoare
20:51 Jun 04 2009
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Agathodaimon - Ne Cheama Pamantul (Earth Summoning Us)

The lyrics belong to our national poet Mihai Eminescu(1850-1889) - Junii Corupti.

La voi cobor acuma, voi suflete-amagite

Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, spirite-ametite

Blestemul îl invoc

Blestemul mizantropic, cu vînata lui gheara

Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, vita ce se-nfiara

Cu fierul ars în foc...

O, fiarba-va mîndria în vinele stocite,

În ochii stinsi de moarte, pe frunti învinetite

De sînge putrezit

Ce am de-alege oare în seaca-va fiinta?

Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept fara sa-mi minta

O, oameni morti de vii

Vedeti cum crapa urna, cenusa reînvie

Cum murmura trecutul cu glas de batalie

Poporului Roman

Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale ferecate

Si fruntile carunte le-nalta de departe

Un Cesar, un Traian

Cad putredele tronuri în marea de urgie

Se sfarma deodata cu lantul de sclavie

Si sceptrele de fier

În doua parti Infernul portalele-si deschide

Spre-a-ncapea cu mia rasufletele hîde

Tiranilor ce pier

O, sfinte firi vizionare

Ce faceati (valul sa cînte, ce puneati) steaua sa cînte(zboare)

Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi

(Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,)

Prosti si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina

Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dînsa sîntem noi.

[Chorus:]

Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul care cata

În inima-omenirii de viata dezbracata

Un stîrv spre-a-l sfîsia...

[English translation: Earth Summoning Us]

To you I now descend, oh you, deluded souls.

And to purge your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,

The curse I shall invoke

The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple claws

To carve your forehead, instead of cattlebrand

With iron burnt in fire

In vain will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched

In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued

By putrid blood that died

What can I ever chose from your exhausted entity

No fires free from dying, no undeceiving right

Oh, you dead men walking

See, how urns now burst, the ashes resurrect

Alike the past, which murmurs with the battle-cry

Of the roman empire

See the far-off shadows, they dress in steely armour

And raise their noble foreheads that gone grey

Great traian and great cesar

The rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests waters

The rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves

Together are now crushed

The gates of the inferno outrageously wide-opened

Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, depraved breaths

Of tyrants grim who perish

Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...

Who create another world on this realms of mud and grime

Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and light

All is dust, the world's like this, and so we all are

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Agathodaimon - Glasul Artei Viitoare (Chant Of 'Morrow's Art)

The lyrics are from the poem of the Romanian symbolist poet Ion Minulescu(1881-1944):

Romanta Noului-Venit

Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti?

Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,

Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti

Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii?

"De unde vin? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi

plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse

in cripta mortilor poeti?"

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga

Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti

Citi vrura sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind

Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai bine

Spre-acel indepartat intrezarit

In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.

"De unde vin? Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare

Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi"

Deschideti poarta dar, veniti in jurul meu degraba

Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s

castele cu punti si santuri feudale

Nici ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi

Veniti cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta!

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii

Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii

Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine

Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

Oh, stranger, who's knocking on the portal

Who are you, and where are you from?

Oh, stranger to our world

Answer, where do you come from?

Where have you been living the nightmare

Of these untold stories...?

And in which star have you finally found

The colour of our faded madness?

..."Where I come from? Where could I come from,

when my eyes, full of sadness and regrets,

look like two candles glowing

in the crypt of the dead poets!!!"

Behold, naked I am now, as I've trodden a long way

Where I've been encountering, one by one, all those,

- who wanted to sell jewels, that cannot be sold...

- who wanted to lead the world towards "better times"

towards that distant horizon...

...within the eternal harmony between end and infinity...

"Where do I come from? I come from the world beyond horizons

from the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!!"

So open up the gates, gather all around me

And we'll walk together towards the world

Where no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...

Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers knock at

Arrive yet, while time's not up and you still may chant

Come now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your soul

Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks,

And those chants, you're begging today for bread with

I shall put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae...

Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of 'future art...

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Orphaned Land - - Ocean Land
19:55 Jun 04 2009
Times Read: 882

A band from Israel is into metal!

They have traditional music influences.

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Tiamat - Cain
19:30 Jun 04 2009
Times Read: 883

I gave you my love

Though crystallized

I sent you a rose with nevermore

So many years

So many hours

And only thistles on my shore

For all that it's worth

The blood on my hands

Is the blood of divinities

And all that is lost

Sound or unsound

Only bonds between you and me

If I go will you follow

Me through the cracks and hollows

And I would be your Cain

If you would be here now

The Mother-of-Pearl

Handcrafted by God

You're the tower they built to reach the sky

A White Falcon beauty

My mark on your skin

Follow me down the stairs when we die

Your soul is in heaven

Your body in hell

It doesn't matter much to me

In the night of the unborn

Sound or obscene

Only bonds between you and me

If I go will you follow

Me through the cracks and hollows

And I would be your Cain

If you would be here now

Blessed be our Lady Nuit

Guide us to Ra-Hoor-Khuit

In your night we find shelter

Before the Helter Skelter

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