Iarna este un anotimp profund gothic.Culorile vieții și ale morții se întâlnesc într-o imposibilă poveste de iubire.Albastrul cerului veghează deasupra albului zăpezilor ce întâlnește culorile întunecate ale pământului mamă. . .
Muzica trupei ``Draconian`` este potrivită atmosferei create de această simbolistică deosebită.Vă propun pentru audiție piesa ``The Solitude``,o melodie în registru grav având toate calitățile gothicului pur. Anders Jacobsson împreună cu Lisa Johansson demonstrează încă o dată că sunt printre cei mai buni soliști de gothic din toate timpurile.
``The Solitude`` este o melodie de excepție.Versurile sunt scrise într-un registru liric remarcabil.
``While stars outspread the night-time watch
and wind through darkened treetops swirl;
I slowly bow my frozen features
in grief, in sadness and in woe...
in grief, in sadness and in woe.
In solitude forever!
Forever I see, forever I hear, forever I smell,
forever I taste and forever I feel the solitude...
No voice (no voice), no hand (no hand) of human source
can reach me (reach me) in this place...
though fallen (fallen) figures (figures) closely passes
and invites me (invites me) into somber dance...
this somber dance!
Cold and desolate my soul turns grey,
(and) alone I witness the neverending day.
My wasted dreams lie silent and dead
within this darkened tears I shed...
this darkened tears I shed.
In solitude forever!
So lonely I stand on this tortured cliff
hearing distant cosmic echoes calling;
beckons me to decline this withered beauty
and leave this lie to greet the night...
the night without an end.
The solitude...
This solitary life...
Maybe I should just end it all...
Yes, I should just end it all!``
and wind through darkened treetops swirl;
I slowly bow my frozen features
in grief, in sadness and in woe...
in grief, in sadness and in woe.
In solitude forever!
Forever I see, forever I hear, forever I smell,
forever I taste and forever I feel the solitude...
No voice (no voice), no hand (no hand) of human source
can reach me (reach me) in this place...
though fallen (fallen) figures (figures) closely passes
and invites me (invites me) into somber dance...
this somber dance!
Cold and desolate my soul turns grey,
(and) alone I witness the neverending day.
My wasted dreams lie silent and dead
within this darkened tears I shed...
this darkened tears I shed.
In solitude forever!
So lonely I stand on this tortured cliff
hearing distant cosmic echoes calling;
beckons me to decline this withered beauty
and leave this lie to greet the night...
the night without an end.
The solitude...
This solitary life...
Maybe I should just end it all...
Yes, I should just end it all!``
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