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Безусловно, одна из лучших дум-металлических работ 2007 года. 34 минуты настоящего, пропитанного британским духом дум-металла вернут вас в год этак 1995, - время, когда Anathema выпустила легендарную запись "The Silent Enigma", а My Dying Bride распугивали своим рыком прилежных английских школьников. Этот EP можно прослушать не один раз, благо запись хорошая, а музыкальный материал к этому располагает. Суровые (но не тру!!!) дум-металлические мелодии не оставят неприятного осадка в душе поклонника стиля. Гитары приятно жужжат, ударник играет мерно и приятно, вокалист то (прошу прощения за выражение) по-Каванахски декламирует что-то, то приятно хрипит.
3 трека, которые наваяли ирландцы после 10-летнего молчания интересны сменой настроения. Ловко чередуя тяжёлые дисторшированные проигрыши с более легкими акустическими, они вплетают различные мелодии в ленту повествования. Все треки одинаково атмосферны и хороши, но больше всего выделяется "Tearless Lament" - как приятной мелодикой, так и опять-таки сменой настроений.
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Rapturous in radiance, whole
Land of my destiny
Grace me serenity
Shallow heart taste my despair
Breathe in me, in night-times air
Immortality, the Autumn fades
Spring arise, torn from my pain
Land of my destiny
Grace me serenity
I walk in wonder surreal
Adorn the beauty that now I feel my dying cries
Embrace the death in fires eye
Caressing flames by candlelight
Rise...fallen skies
The night surene, her endless dark
Its sins desire, my blackened heart
The breeze it blows against my skin
A radiance from within
Amidst the fires now I'm free
Romance this place, my destiny
Death is near, deepest fear, Bring a tear to my eye
From within comes the sin, Cast a gaze to the sky
2. A Tearless Lament
Refrain the sentiment of loss and sadness
My joys and airs console me no more
Our love and our dreams still bind us together
Return me to my love and lament me no more
Compose my thoughts of sentiment hereafter
For no tears can I shed upon her grave
All emotion withdrawn for her voice it speaks softer
Engraved in my heart where her memory remains
"My elusive dreams of a peaceful dawn lie shrouded like the grey mist around the ivory moon
My lonely sentiments portrayed by wonderous thoughts, and surrounded by the times of night-times airs
While the orchestra of the wind played a melody so divine I wandered in the enchanting moonlight
Awaiting the rising of the dawn and wailing silently at shadows of old ghosts"
The faintness of her face, the fragrance of sweet lace
And lie here so tranquil amidst dawning suns
The faintness of her face, the fragrance of sweet lace
And lie here so tranquil amidst dawning suns
Forgiveness she knows not, she lies her a love lost
Forsake me all others for my love it died with her
3. Gathering Storm
Is this storm that gathers deep within our minds merely a breeze on the outside?
Or could it be a calm that eases thoughts inside yet rages over all our kind?
And draw from former days that which once was ours before the taste was soured
And long for better days when all around is calm...and dare to dream once more
In this wretched storms all seeing eye
A thousand pearls of hate reside
For the will of one no longer thrives but lies battered and swathed in shame
But while the heavens thunder upon high
The fires of hell still burns these eyes
And by the charms of an angels soothing cry I am and shall remain unmoved
Theres a white light here in the blackened sky
And my eyes are drawn inside
Its ghostly form weakens my spine
Desolate the tears I've cried
Pleasant waves soothe a sickened mind
A moments release from my tedium
These forlorn shores I leave behind
Entranced by your beguiling eyes
A cold cry rings yet I am warmed
As fond waters swim silently seaward
Womans caress a tuneful mourn
And so I will flourish
The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes
My heart at last cannot contain more grief
For this time should be...
The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes
My heart at last cannot contain more grief
For this time should be...one of peace
Yet anguish races like your wounded pride toward me
Weep softly upon me so that I may feel the warmth of your tears
Wash over me eternally
Wash over me eternally