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The Sonnensterben Artwork by "Northem Art" on a black shirt.
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Includes unlimited streaming of Sonnensterben
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In vernal bloom and balm the woods are shrouded
And noontide winds through them in susurrus drift,
They beckon, and are by umbral leaping brooks resided
They dream, they sigh, ensconced in moss they long an ageless thrift.
Then evening comes, with its cerulean embrace of moon and star
The light of which drapes each and every glade, they sleep,
And only zephyrs play with the renascent leaves, afar
While all is hushed, and rests, with them a sacred silence ke ep.
And summer, then, is radiantly born, and vigor breathes
When the coronas of the trees luxuriate in liveliest verdancy,
And when the wooded deep in song emerges, wreaths
Of purest green and gold by maidens knotted, in joy and fervency.
And near a glade the ruin of a tower dreams, its stone with moss
Is covered, the birds upon it chirp and rest, its solitude they banish,
Its stories old as wood and stone the shepherd boys among them toss
And its deep sighs of yesteryears among their cheerful frolics vanish.
Then autumn turns the thickets into gold and rust, and rain
Bedews the thirsting branches, and nighttime mists like phantoms come,
The forest dressed in mourning seems to weep, and reign
As widowed queens in onyx-colored gowns, their noble foreheads glum.
Near its facade of trees, under their leafless boughs
Old graves are dug, their crosses colorless and bare,
In silent mists they sleep their agelessess, in solemn vows
With the moist earth, the rain and the cold air.
And winter falls, its snows and frost upon the woods descend
The ruined tower is no more, the graves are vanished under snows,
Only the mists remain, the maidens and the wreaths long gone attend
The village chores, as do the shepherd boys, behind are only crows.
The winds hiss loudly through the woods, the glades are in despair
And whiteness absolute now dreams over the thickets and the brooks,
The night with freezing gloom falls on the forest beds, and in their lair
Only the beasts now sleep, until the warmth of spring shall come again upon the wooded nooks.
supported by 22 fans who also own “Until The Warmth Of Spring Shall Come Again”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
supported by 21 fans who also own “Until The Warmth Of Spring Shall Come Again”
NONE a opéré un virage dans Where Life Should Be et ça se confirme davantage dans Damp Chill of Life. Le temps des métaphores est révolu : l'humidité froide, c'est celle des larmes qui coulent sur le visage à cause de la dépression. Tout pleure dans cet album : les guitares typées DSBM grésillent, les solos ("The Damp Chill of Life", "It's Painless To Let Go") sont liquides et coulent, les voix prennent à la gorge ; même le piano, étranglé par les sanglots ("Cease"), est aphone. Insoutenable... Jordan Vauvert