Song | The Funerary Dirge of a Violonist |
Artist | Carach Angren |
Album | Where The Corpses Sink Forever |
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[00:18.410] | Listen! |
[00:19.750] | Don't you hear |
[00:21.590] | These mad symphonies of grievance and fear? |
[00:27.290] | Melancholy and despair |
[00:30.370] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[00:33.530] | Some hear a violin sound |
[00:34.900] | Others hear a man moaning in tears. |
[00:52.070] | These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies. |
[00:58.910] | Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence |
[01:02.300] | From light, mirth and vitality. |
[01:07.660] | These grounds haunted by |
[01:09.940] | Reflections from World War II… |
[01:20.110] | Arise! |
[01:21.240] | In 1941,'42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. |
[01:29.000] | There's one soldier incapable of committing sin. |
[01:33.890] | Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift, |
[01:38.030] | With a violin |
[01:56.080] | His brilliant music |
[02:00.600] | So beautiful and pure... |
[02:04.290] | Shining warmth upon every soldier. |
[02:08.100] | It helps them to endure. |
[02:30.600] | Breath-taking melodies |
[02:32.870] | Consuming all hate sorrow and fear. |
[02:37.030] | These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears. |
[02:42.560] | And for a moment their pain disappears. |
[03:16.800] | But this moment will not last |
[03:18.670] | When they are baffled by another blast. |
[03:20.580] | The enemy is near. |
[03:21.970] | Rain of bullets |
[03:23.040] | Killing soldiers there and here. |
[03:24.970] | And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. |
[04:00.170] | It plays the music of the dead music made of lead. |
[04:38.280] | I've had enough of this sickening war and it's murderous puppets!“ |
[04:45.960] | They don't understand |
[04:48.130] | The language of music cannot be spoken in death. |
[04:53.520] | I never took a life! |
[04:55.710] | Maybe now is the time to take mine. |
[04:58.660] | In the name of music |
[05:00.650] | Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string? |
[05:06.400] | A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!" |
[05:16.010] | The enemy lies on the other side of the field. |
[05:21.340] | He decides to walk straight into the fire fight, |
[05:24.740] | Playing this dreamlike masterpiece. |
[05:26.960] | Every soldier stops, |
[05:29.290] | Holds his breath. |
[05:30.830] | Not a single shot is being heard |
[05:32.890] | During an intro for his own death. |
[05:39.100] | For his own death |
[06:07.110] | And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end |
[06:11.140] | Both sides simultaneously open fire. |
[06:17.590] | There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire. |
[06:35.190] | These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. |
[06:46.540] | The funerary dirge of a violinist |
[06:54.360] | Can't you hear his call of death? |
[06:57.650] | Listen! |
[06:59.220] | Don't you hear |
[07:01.740] | These mad symphonies |
[07:04.330] | Of grievance and fear? |
[07:07.370] | Melancholy and despair |
[07:10.250] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[07:12.990] | Some hear a violin sound... |
[07:15.010] | Other shear a man moaning in tears. |
[00:18.410] | Listen! |
[00:19.750] | Don' t you hear |
[00:21.590] | These mad symphonies of grievance and fear? |
[00:27.290] | Melancholy and despair |
[00:30.370] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[00:33.530] | Some hear a violin sound |
[00:34.900] | Others hear a man moaning in tears. |
[00:52.070] | These fields are haunted by nature' s most sombre melodies. |
[00:58.910] | Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence |
[01:02.300] | From light, mirth and vitality. |
[01:07.660] | These grounds haunted by |
[01:09.940] | Reflections from World War II |
[01:20.110] | Arise! |
[01:21.240] | In 1941,' 42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. |
[01:29.000] | There' s one soldier incapable of committing sin. |
[01:33.890] | Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift, |
[01:38.030] | With a violin |
[01:56.080] | His brilliant music |
[02:00.600] | So beautiful and pure... |
[02:04.290] | Shining warmth upon every soldier. |
[02:08.100] | It helps them to endure. |
[02:30.600] | Breathtaking melodies |
[02:32.870] | Consuming all hate sorrow and fear. |
[02:37.030] | These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears. |
[02:42.560] | And for a moment their pain disappears. |
[03:16.800] | But this moment will not last |
[03:18.670] | When they are baffled by another blast. |
[03:20.580] | The enemy is near. |
[03:21.970] | Rain of bullets |
[03:23.040] | Killing soldiers there and here. |
[03:24.970] | And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. |
[04:00.170] | It plays the music of the dead music made of lead. |
[04:38.280] | I' ve had enough of this sickening war and it' s murderous puppets!" |
[04:45.960] | They don' t understand |
[04:48.130] | The language of music cannot be spoken in death. |
[04:53.520] | I never took a life! |
[04:55.710] | Maybe now is the time to take mine. |
[04:58.660] | In the name of music |
[05:00.650] | Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string? |
[05:06.400] | A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!" |
[05:16.010] | The enemy lies on the other side of the field. |
[05:21.340] | He decides to walk straight into the fire fight, |
[05:24.740] | Playing this dreamlike masterpiece. |
[05:26.960] | Every soldier stops, |
[05:29.290] | Holds his breath. |
[05:30.830] | Not a single shot is being heard |
[05:32.890] | During an intro for his own death. |
[05:39.100] | For his own death |
[06:07.110] | And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end |
[06:11.140] | Both sides simultaneously open fire. |
[06:17.590] | There' s the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire. |
[06:35.190] | These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. |
[06:46.540] | The funerary dirge of a violinist |
[06:54.360] | Can' t you hear his call of death? |
[06:57.650] | Listen! |
[06:59.220] | Don' t you hear |
[07:01.740] | These mad symphonies |
[07:04.330] | Of grievance and fear? |
[07:07.370] | Melancholy and despair |
[07:10.250] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[07:12.990] | Some hear a violin sound... |
[07:15.010] | Other shear a man moaning in tears. |
[00:18.410] | Listen! |
[00:19.750] | Don' t you hear |
[00:21.590] | These mad symphonies of grievance and fear? |
[00:27.290] | Melancholy and despair |
[00:30.370] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[00:33.530] | Some hear a violin sound |
[00:34.900] | Others hear a man moaning in tears. |
[00:52.070] | These fields are haunted by nature' s most sombre melodies. |
[00:58.910] | Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence |
[01:02.300] | From light, mirth and vitality. |
[01:07.660] | These grounds haunted by |
[01:09.940] | Reflections from World War II |
[01:20.110] | Arise! |
[01:21.240] | In 1941,' 42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious. |
[01:29.000] | There' s one soldier incapable of committing sin. |
[01:33.890] | Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift, |
[01:38.030] | With a violin |
[01:56.080] | His brilliant music |
[02:00.600] | So beautiful and pure... |
[02:04.290] | Shining warmth upon every soldier. |
[02:08.100] | It helps them to endure. |
[02:30.600] | Breathtaking melodies |
[02:32.870] | Consuming all hate sorrow and fear. |
[02:37.030] | These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears. |
[02:42.560] | And for a moment their pain disappears. |
[03:16.800] | But this moment will not last |
[03:18.670] | When they are baffled by another blast. |
[03:20.580] | The enemy is near. |
[03:21.970] | Rain of bullets |
[03:23.040] | Killing soldiers there and here. |
[03:24.970] | And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war. |
[04:00.170] | It plays the music of the dead music made of lead. |
[04:38.280] | I' ve had enough of this sickening war and it' s murderous puppets!" |
[04:45.960] | They don' t understand |
[04:48.130] | The language of music cannot be spoken in death. |
[04:53.520] | I never took a life! |
[04:55.710] | Maybe now is the time to take mine. |
[04:58.660] | In the name of music |
[05:00.650] | Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string? |
[05:06.400] | A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!" |
[05:16.010] | The enemy lies on the other side of the field. |
[05:21.340] | He decides to walk straight into the fire fight, |
[05:24.740] | Playing this dreamlike masterpiece. |
[05:26.960] | Every soldier stops, |
[05:29.290] | Holds his breath. |
[05:30.830] | Not a single shot is being heard |
[05:32.890] | During an intro for his own death. |
[05:39.100] | For his own death |
[06:07.110] | And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end |
[06:11.140] | Both sides simultaneously open fire. |
[06:17.590] | There' s the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire. |
[06:35.190] | These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist. |
[06:46.540] | The funerary dirge of a violinist |
[06:54.360] | Can' t you hear his call of death? |
[06:57.650] | Listen! |
[06:59.220] | Don' t you hear |
[07:01.740] | These mad symphonies |
[07:04.330] | Of grievance and fear? |
[07:07.370] | Melancholy and despair |
[07:10.250] | Can be sensed when we draw near. |
[07:12.990] | Some hear a violin sound... |
[07:15.010] | Other shear a man moaning in tears. |