Dark Moor - Beyond The Sea (2005) by Dark Moor (보컬) on maniadb.com

I can't help thinking of tomorrow
Now when I've still got all my full will
To overcome my fear
And makes me feel a real sorrow
How my heart crazy is just I'll
Beating foreseeing what is near
Lor!
I'll defend my honor
My life is the price
I must throw the dice
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!
Before tomorrow I have to write out
My best lyric poem
I have never made before
And when I'm walking through the night about
Inspiration comes to me
To liberate my sore
God!
May not come tomorrow!
If I have to die
My poem's a goodbye
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!
Before tomorrow
I feel the sorrow
And in the mirror
I watch the terror
This is my night long and cruel
Before the duel!

I was the sunlight
I was the storm
Of this empty world
I spread joy and fright
Among the swarm

He was born
He was afraid
My soul torn left
And I feel betrayed
What I see
I can't forgive
This pain within me
Despite you live

Miracles
Only miracles
Taking my time for miracles
Bringing you to life

A thousand ages I roamed
Wherever I could see the road
Moving mountains
With faith I showed
Feelings are never owed

Just in time I realized
How much I'm yet
In vain sacrified
Now I have nothing to say
No God to pray to
Nowhere to stay

Miracles
Only miracles
Taking my time for miracles
Bringing me to life

A God omnipotent
Was not omnipresent
An unbeliever man
Broke up his sacred plan

Took care of his own mind
His eyes no longer blind
The God swore paradise
The man's life is the price

A God omnipotent
Was not omnipresent
An unbeliever man
Broke up his sacred plan

Don't want your mercy
I don't need your hand
I just can live without your help at all

Shall I take my vengeance
Or let him live alone?
Shall you just think out the way
That you are treat your first son

Shall my fury slam
'Till you kneel and crawl?
Won't grovel down
Look for another lamb

to moonn6pence from shootingstar




[This song is based on the Dreamlands of H. P. Lovecraft]

When I was a child wandered
Through meadows, my time squandered,
Lost in the sweet nostalgia,
Was looking for
A way in my dreams.

When I have the Silver Key
It will be too late to flee.
The Guardian tells me with deep voice,
Iridescent balls of noise,
Beyond the Planes of the Space,
Yog Sothoth will show Its face,
Madness will be his grace

Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key.
Dear Dreamlands,
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets,
Show me the dark way of Kadath!

I travelled for unknown places,
I knew strange races,
Lost in the mist of Dreamlands,
Was looking for
The City Of the Gods

When the cold fills my poor soul
I know I뭭e come to my goal.
I see monstrous walls to raise
Covered by a cloth of ice
Far beyond of the sacred door,
I will find the true Gods?lore
And all will be like yore.

Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key.
Dear Dreamlands,
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets,
Show me the dark way of Kadath!

The Old Ones were, are and will be.
Their Messenger I am, come with me!

The darkness reigns in the Hall.
He taught me in the cold nightfall
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.

Over Mountains
My mind shouts freely
Like a melody
Through the Gates of the Silver Key.
Dear Dreamlands,
Put in me your brand!
Take me into your secrets,
Show me the dark way of Kadath!

to moonn6pence from shootingstar

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)





[Based on the story of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (Spanish poet 1836-1870)]

And old legend tells
A spirit of the devil dwells
In a lake beyond the trees
And I found my ruin in this place

Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those

Loneliness did filled my soul
And my mind they stole
I became drunk with its melancholy
When I saw her eyes in water

Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those

My course was her call
To her bed of emeralds
Waters jumped in glints of light
And then closed over my body

Green eyes
Like a beam of the sun
That, swift, hides while it runs
Within the white foam
Green eyes
Your glance burned my chest
The desire of the quest
Of some eyes like those


7. Going On

I'm looking inside for
The particles of my past
Putting all together
To compose a neat contrast

And now, in the middle
I have found what ever lasts
Blowing like spring air
Is the love which brings a blast

I feel my prior time
Like a pantomine
In which what is prime
Never comes again

Meanwhile your living
Is going on

Love I have discovered
In the core of human frame
Where all is always changing
Love is every time the same

It's the force of past
To give me impulse to win the game
At the end of my way
Love cleans all my harshest blames away

I feel my prior time
As if was a crime
In which I think I'm
Who feels and gives pain

Meanwhile your living
Is going on

to moonn6pence from shootingstar

I'm looking inside for
The particles of my past
Putting all together
To compose a neat contrast
And now, in the middle
I have found what ever lasts
Blowing like spring air
Is the love which brings a blast
I feel my prior time
Like a pantomine
In which what is prime
Never comes again
Meanwhile your living
Is going on
Love I have discovered
In the core of human frame
Where all is always changing
Love is every time the same
It's the force of past
To give me impulse to win the game
At the end of my way
Love cleans all my harshest blames away
I feel my prior time
As if was a crime
In which I think I'm
Who feels and gives pain
Meanwhile your living
Is going on

Knowledge seeker
Life is a breath
Drink in its beaker
Soon will come death
And between columns
Requiem will be solemn

We are the worns
Who gnaw your bones
And your soul transform

Angels calling in my dream
In my eternal dream

Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows its trip?
Where will go the ship?

In the end of the way
Is there some hope?
Why have I to pray?
Where is life's rope?
Caronte will sail
Will not stop his gale

Nothing I am
Dus, you will be
Forever damned

Devils screaming in my dream
This is thir blaspheme

Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows its trip?
Where will go the ship?

Who wants to know the truth?
Since the life is a crux
Only you must believe in you

My sight is a blurred skyline
The blue stream its head inclines

Doubt's river-like
Made with cold blood
My will's the dyke
That stops the flood
When anguish grows
It overflows so slow

When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est
I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!

I see the river
And know I have to cross

Waters carries past with them
Never coming back yet

A bitter stone like round distress
Suddenly I take and toss

Gushes flow with scum light red
Omen of a fast end

When I have just done my best
I say: Alea jacta est
I've made up my mind
With my troops behind
The eagles are shadowing the west!

Doubt!
After reflecting I shout:
Eagles of the war, march on!
Water hasn't got return when it is gone

It's the sea of life a nightmare
For the searching and ever coming back.
In the middle of the empty nowhere
In a deep hole that is getting black

The sea
Is a pool full of tears that shed
My solitude that was thus fed
With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens.
The sea
Is the vast void from I can't flee
Is the smooth mirror of my glee
Like liquid stuff of blurred time

[Chorus]
In the unstill bluish sea
Searching a port that cares for me
Coming back to get free
My tortured soul

I can ride
In love the waves in glide
In love I'm looking for a reason to hold on
Hearing in the sea an old tone
Of mermaids at my side
While the waves make my ocean tide

The sea
Is where I just try to make sense
Of this life fabric thick and dense
Where I can feel distress and dismay for me.
The sea
Is the great well of fantasy
Whose source is our melancholy
From which springs up and flows

[Chorus]

The sea
Is a pool full of tears that shed
My solitude that was thus fed
With the outrage voices uttered by the sirens.
The sea
Is the vast void from I can't flee
Is the smooth mirror of my glee
Like liquid stuff of blurred time