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Dark Moor
Dark Moor


Информация
Откуда Madrid, Spain
Жанры Neo-classical Metal
Power Metal
Symphonic metal
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Scarlet Records
См. также Dreamaker
Сайт Website
Состав
Alfred Romero
Enrik Garcia
Mario Garcia
Roberto Cappa



Альбом Dark Moor


Between Light and Darkness (2003)
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Echoes Of The Sea
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This goddamn life
This endless time
Is writing into my eyes
Learn to forget
Living in calm day by day...
My days

Why am I afraid of sunny light?
Tell me why all the memories calls me?
The tears forever coming me
No more tears flowing through my skin

I'll feel my name
I'll find the way
The way that lived yesterday

I lost the time...
What have I done with my life?
But what have I done with this life?
I run from the day trying to die
Where I painful mind was whole night?

Remember all my past time
When the future is waiting for me
I am lying on this ground among memories
Can the ocean of time clain to own me
To own me...

This goddamn time
This endless life
Is writing into my eyes

Heart I feel distress in my heart
But I have gone to hell for a smile
I hear voice from the past
Time, I only need more time

. . .


Open my eyes felling the dark
With downward eye, gaze sad
Under the rain walking alone
Looking for the last door
I hear a song and touch the stars
From dawn to dusk
There is a force of clatiry
There is a light

Gaze not in my eyes!
Can I enter the hole of light?
You reach a hand to hold me but
I can't be your awake gide

Breath's a ware that will not keep
I must keep my last breath
Like the mass of the hills

When the moonlight revive
Shinning on the blind eyes
I'm feeling that
Time remains what is was
I am waiting for you
At the end of a tune
In the dawn, in the grey dawn
Time leave me now

The moonlight revive on the blind eyes
Time, time leave me now
In the dawn of the grey dawn
Oh! Blindness from dawn to dusk

. . .


I am the loner
The gloomy mist's owner
I am the sailor
In the sea of squalor
Waiting in the sand
That return your lovely light eyes
But I'm crying and dying
Eternally lying
Under the shower
A grave of black flower
Hollow...
In my soul

The tears in my face
The rain in the sad place
My soul is kneeling
The tide brings the feelings
I could live a dream
Where your spirit call on the high seas
Oh! My lover, I'm lonely
Time passes so slowly
My heart I bear
With pain of despair
Sorrow...
In the shore

From the breeze
Of the seas
The waves sing
The sweet song of your memory
In the deep
Of my soul
When the sirens
Of the ocean
Bring the silent
I cry

In my eyes
There's a lament of misery
In my sigh
A dark misery
So I die
Oh! My love

I am dreaming, darkness around
I am sailing in the ship's wound
Angels screaming
In the mist out at sea

(Silent, blackness, sirens madness
Loving, gladness, dying sadness
Dreaming hollow, feeling, sorrow
Waiting, drear, looking, fear
The angels are crying for me)

Oh! Silver mirror
Your cost was an error
I die of broken
My sentence was spoken
But in the cold foam
Stay hopes of my soul immortal
In the twilight the sky burn
And there isn't return
Only my reason
To live in this prison
Waiting...
In the shore

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Echoes Of The Sea

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You were forced to live in secret
You fled from awful fear
Always hold it to your ear
And the labrys caressing your hands

With pain and sorrow the fight starts
I only wish to fade far away

Your worth brings life to me
You're a deity in my dreams
You feel the power to decide
In the darkness
Waiting for a sign

A sign in your hand
And one light shine on
Why the mystery of goddess
Is my freedom?
Helm of the stars
Is a spirit of truth
In my heart, in my heart
I feel so alive...with you

Bodua! Celtic goddess of war
Blood, pain and misery within...
Aine! Goddess of the land
In the winter torches could be blind

A sign in your hand
And one light shine on
Why the mystery of goddess
Is my freedom?
Helm of the stars
Is a spirit of truth
In my heart, in my heart
I feel so alone...without you!

. . .


Legends always say
The dark one makes his play
With uncautious men

Lie in his name
From inner egypt came
Don't fear his word
Don't go to his den

The strange dark one to whom the fellahs bowed
Silent and lean cryptically proud
Worming into your mind
Driver you mad
Like the snake which can find
What is bad
Biting with sharp teeth
Your frail reason
Scratching in your mind beneath

Frantic crowds are under his commands
Wild beasts follow him and lick his hands

The shadow of the Nile
Who gnaws your soul
The bright of black smile
That your mind stole
The shadow of the Nile
In desert storms
The old one who beguiles
Takes diverse forms

Through the mindless void
He leads you
Claws he had deployed
He bleeds you
"The messenger I am
Know the fate:
There is not peace in the gate"

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Confutatis maledictis,
Flammis acribus addictis.

When the sun is flustered
And the moon is free
The great little master
Write a bitter melody

The notes fevers in my breast,
Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish

Chorus:
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air,
I am,
In a world I never made, a man

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.

The sound is around
Long life to the king
Never falling down
Rex gloria, Rex gloria
Witness of the time
Spirit is sublime
No more feels of pain no more hate
A revenge is going away

Where is my destiny?
Where is my fantasy?
I need to free my soul and cry
Someone to pray for me
I need to free my soul and will die

There wells up the only tear
We shed without woe
And ride like the wind because
The music is enthralled

The notes fever's in my breast,
Aches to be away

Eternal wisdom
In glorious kingdom
That is my sole wish

chorus:
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air,
I am,
In a world I never made, a man

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.

The soft sleep to your bed
Is not worth pursuing
You will so soon be dead
Death will serve instead
Turn to the thing
He was born to be
A master to the king
Keep your fancy free
In the deep of the sea

Salva me, fons pietatis.

chorus variation:
The first violins lead me while the harps
Embrace me like the blood
The madness beats my art
In the stage my baton cuts the air,
I am,
In a world I never made, a man

Dies irae, dies illa,
Solvet saeclum in favilla:
Teste David cum Sybilla
Quantus tremor est futurus,
Quando iudex est venturus,
Cuncta stricte discussurus.

. . .


Young Kingdoms, Yougn Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law

The fall of melnibone
Imrryr towest in the quiet night sleep
At the northeast part of the turquoise Boiling Sea
Cold wind scream over finest gargoyles high
carrying sings in the dawn that frightens sky

Golden troops may compare a rising storm
and the entire will is on tarkan, Dyvim's core,
Purple towns are attacking from the shore
outer walls and the labyrinth unknown

[CHORUS:]
Young Kingdoms, Yougn Kingdoms
Prepare the crimson war
Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms
Command the righteous law
Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle
Sadness dims your witching eye
fancy dream of Xiombarg
Mighty falls in raging hush

Elric guides all the seamen from the bridge
From his leader ship and the laughin' of a bitch
Arches shoot from the topwalls in the crew,
killing men with the anguish of the loot

Tarkan falls as the stumbles on the edge
Just to find the hell dying of his broken neck
Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end
Fury grows as the princess is just dead

[CHORUS]

Stormbringer, demon grabber with runes
Stormbringer, blackest blade with looms
Stormbringer, feed with mourning souls
Your wicked evil, sounding tunes

Mighty runes, melnibone
can you hear the pray for your burning death?
Pearly halls, your magic sight
Are the crushed of lay on your bloody earth?

Dready shores, Melnibone
can you bear the threat of that flaming flags?
Dragon Isle, your sturdy chime
all is lost right now (and prince Yykoon lurks)

Arioch! can you feel my pain
from yor throne of holy lord?
Am I crying in vain despair
My fate weaved by this broadsword?

I cannot see life or light
In her semblance or her eye
must I be forever lone?
beloved Cymoril is gone?

Have you really found the death
by the evil on my hand?

[CHORUS]

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