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Что-то среднее между синглом и обрезанным сборником. Начиная с этой "Инперскпективы" можно смело начинать отслеживать дальнейшее движение великого театра от готичного дума в сторону попсовенькой электронщины. Из шести песен, представленных здесь, к трём можно не придираться: "Samantha", "Virago", "Der Tanz Der Shatten" остались без изменений, а вот остальные три песни пали жертвой любви группы (а если быть более точным, любви вокалиста Раймонда) ко всякого рода извращениями над музыкальным материалом - "Lorelei", "The Masquerader..." и "On Whom..." нещадно стали танцевальными ремиксами, жалкими пародиями на самих себя, гитар и живых ударных не осталось, есть только голый электронно-танцевальный звук и измененные до неузнаваемости вокалы Лив и Раймонда. Но вот стоит сказать, что при всей моей нелюбви к таким делам, песни "Lorelei" и "On Whom..." слушаются абсолютно без напряга, и моему слуху, который не любит никаких нововведений (особенно касательно электронного звучания), они даже в какой-то степени приятны. Но вот когда понимаешь, что это записала группа, сделавшая обалденный дебютник и давшая ход почти всему готик-думу с женским вокалом, то хочется кое-кого придушить, и в первую очередь, себя.
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Riddance,
Sith the one
2. Virago
Twit me, I am thy tyke;
Meekness for thee aught.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew.
Skelp me - gar me pain,
Pray soft; tender ache.
Yerk me to weal daut',
Sweven nor Muse
Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
Wark aptly my drear,
'Hesting dirdum:
Heyday! - a swingeing shrew.
3. Lorelei (Icon Of Coil Remix)
F©rie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fa§ade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A m¦nad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
D¦dally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes maz©d to behold a mЄl©e;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween †ther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phœnix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
4. The Masquerader And Phoenix (Phoenix Mix)
Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feet in an alacritic m¦lstrom-twirl,
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage:
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd-masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummer'd 'tis -
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -
His scratching and dallying hollow-heart©d eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she a«rily,
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth -
And her umbral fœtal scream -
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth
Away...
5. On Whom The Moon Doth Shine (Unhum Mix)
"Had I what it taketh, I would do;
I sense - I cannot sense,
I am - yet! I am not -
Once I kiss'd the image
Of the Seven Angels of Death..."
"Then, lo! the Bleak Death,
Serpent-like 'twixt the breasts crept:
Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears they wept,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed."
"And Hell open'd its doors,
Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."
"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight,
Allow me thee to adown,
Of any sort thou fancieth;
Each holdeth its own fancy, I say -
Yet the pleasure we partake in
Was caus'd by the fang'd grin,
Save!, do I for him anger hold?:
Nay - I knew I was fey!"
"Yet as thou so didst,
On my lips a kiss land©d,
And with the shadows blend©d
The tendermost silken mourn.;
In which the light hidden is -
Yon Hell's brazen doors
Wrothfully it trieth to push."
"Hush'd with a gasp of life's breath,
Together red tears we wept - in vain,
And pass'd the procession of dancers dead -
As in darkness were we lock'd in wed:
I kiss'd the Seven Angels of Death."
"Yet what was 'fore my eyes
But if not the brightest light."
6. Der Tanz Der Schatten (Club Mix)
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel,
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz,
Schwarz wie die Nacht;
Der D¤mmerzustand des Menschen -
Ist meine Zeit des Daseins."
"Ich bin so alleine;
Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit -
Gedanken nur fмr mich,
Mit dem Schatten flмstere ich -
Mit dem Schatten tanze ich -
Einsam wandere ich,
Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz."
"Den tжdlichen Kuџ zu empfangen;
Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! -
Sмџer Nektar auf deinen Lippen;
Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben,
Ich lecke die Liebe aus deinem Gesicht,
Ich lecke den Haџ aus deinem Gesicht.."
"Ein so berauschendes Gefмhl:
Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!"
"Gebe dich mir hin!,
Ich war von Trauer erfмllt,
Ich war so untrжstlich,
Doch du hast die Liebe entfacht..."
"Gleichwohl hast du deine Augen versteckt
Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit;
Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,
Daџ du von Angst erfмllt bist.
Erz¤hle mir bitte
Warum du diese Angst in Dir tr¤gst?!"
"Tanze nicht mehr mit dem Schatten,
Tanze bitte nicht мber das Grab;
Tanze mit mir den Walzer Luzifers.
Ich sehne mich deine Braut zu sein
- Um zu Finsternis zu werden."
"Fмr immer und unendlich:
Ein Seelsorger deiner bin ich."
"Laџ mich Deinen Kuџ begrмџen:
Den selbstzerstжrerischen Kuџ..."
"...Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich,
Und ich werde wieder auferstehen...
Ich liebe dich..."