Dark Tranquillity - The Gallery (1995) by Dark Tranquillity (보컬) on maniadb.com

We are the outstretched fingers
that seize and hold the wind

The strangeness of awakening
In an oh, so silent world
Breathlessly waiting for the
first proud beams of light

As the hours grow longer and the shadows never fall

My sky has forsaken me
My desperation grows

Bring me the light
In the fires that never end
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven

That's right
You will suffer my punishment
We have arrived
at the outermost crossroads

The charge of cosmos
at our atmospheric skies will cause our fall

Oh, our downfall

If I had wings, would I be forgiving?
If I had horns, would there be flames to shy my smile?

Hymns of loss are heard
from the masses in the streets
Praising the last of days
I punish

Bring me the night
In the fires that never end
The dawn will never come
Punish my Heaven

The charge of cosmos
charging us from unearthly distance
I challenge the universe
It's the choice between Heaven... and Hell

My soul bears all the weight
of mountains
as mankind weaves its silent end
Can there be no forgiveness?

I curse the heaven above me
as the light sinks through
my outstretched fingers,
fading in my open arms

Make each tear in my bare hands
a lifetime in Hell
On this last day of light
when our autumn leaves fell

And as heaven itself commands me
our of its lair
I fear not
My face lined with darkness, I'll go!

I'll go!

Time conceals itself in error
When all is turned to lie
Oh blissful rapture, flee from me
The liquid light shares its grandeur
The spring of Eden shall never run dry
Creation holds its breath

Tomorrow is no friend of mind
Drench logic, drench judgement
Awake, every sense is new

For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmented form

What now must burn
Shall with newfound strength emerge
Drift my eyes
Bacchi gates, bid me welcome

Drench logic
Drench judgement

So drink from the fountain everlasting...drown

With these eyes, the land can no longer deceive us

He cried into nothing with the voice of his soul
New logic brought upon the remains of his land
The land deceives
Bacchi gates, bid me welcome

Drench logic, drench judgement
Awake, every sense is new

For we know no tomorrow
And yesterday appears in fragmented form

Strangelove
Dance the dividing line

We shall burn the earth
We shall burn our lives

For the tallest tree shall battle most
The wind it leaves the week behind
The storm that you've denied me
Shall force your world to fall
Your castles made to tremble
With foundations based upon a lie

The storm that you've denied me
Sweep the undivided truth
His mind shall not of thoughts be tempted
Nor words can heal his bleeding scars

We must burn our minds

Colours collide with the world of his beliefs
Bring back the storm of distant years
Tumbling, trembling as there is no waking up
There is no dividing line as logic now fails

Stream upwards, rage against them all
Speak of words hidden in your song
Mere mortals strive for length in numbers
There is no dividing line

As the writer defies the empty page
The empty mind its feed shall seek

Pass on to the frail and mindless
Now what sanity discards

The storm shall sweep the weak of heart
And tear your castles down
Crush the very foundations
On which your faith is based
Torn across the dividing line

The gallery

Come and dance through my vanity's halls
Welcome to my exhibition

Ornaments fall
The fate of my art, condemned
And the creative seed
That grows to the tune of the harvest song
Embody my lifelong passion
Intertwine with the structures of my art
Those empty frames staring at me

One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
In honour of the birthless rebellion within me

Every picture holds a tale
Every shade tells of a thousand words

The artistry of living chaos
Is pictured in the poets tears
Because everything burns
The final concept
Is all but a thought away

Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
My thoughts and words will come to right
In my chamber where chaos conveys
Kneel down to my desire

Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
Emptiness! Orchestration through colours

The gallery

To never return to my guidance
Burning my art

Devoid of life
Far from the strengthening force
From which it feeds
The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee
Behold the answers that darkness sets free

Freedom beyond the enslavement

Never let loose upon the world
Con we forgive the enchanter that
Dance beyond the skyline dark
The stains of fire, the one begotten ancestor
To one of far greater strength
Starvation divine

For he shall stand no taller than the flames
That is his feed
Let us not go gently
Into the endless winternight
We are but strangers
Acting on our fragmentary perception

Perception is the lie of the misled
Things are not what they appear
So swear by your deception

There shan't be fire, nor shall the flame
Quench the desire to reign
With fear of its dawning
Appears now in sight
The one brooding warning
Stand clearer than night

Devoid of life
Far from the strengthening force
From which it feeds
The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee
Behold the answers that darkness sets free

Freedom beyond the enslavement
Never let loose upon the world
Con we forgive the enchanter that
Dance beyond the skyline dark

There shan't be fire, nor shall the flame
Quench the desire to reign
With fear of its dawning
Appears now in sight
The one brooding warning
Stand clearer than night

Wings of fire burn the night
Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet
Let the past cling on its futile self
And may the present rush for the future's glare

Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
So infinity clash
Grave to cradle

Cradle to grave
In twofold matter

Two forces gone full circle
Never shall one of the other grow fond
Join me, the time is upon us
He spoke and in fury we flew

Far beyond the limits of time
Disown the borders of life itself
Crafted and moulded all in one form
Split up and scattered in the world that we own

Grow towards me
Beknight the strength of the symbiosis
Backwards striving
Counterparts with different eyes have observed
Of time unconditional

Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
So infinity clash
Grave to cradle
Cradle to grave
In twofold matter

Tell of days to come
Tomorrow remembered
Your yesterday, my future

Recollection of the day
Delusions cast where dead trees sway

The sabre that separates
Is the candle that burns both ends

Born from death you now confront me
Back to death with my life I take you
Die more with each movement of mine

Lethe,
Give me to drink of the fluid that disintegrates
And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong

Hold me near, unravel the stars
As I speed through the heavens,
I speed through the night
For you are my blade and my rope
You are my Lethe
(You are my all)

In currents of cobalt you storm through my heart
To sever, to puncture the memories that burn
Let sweep through the arteries in sharp stabs of pain
Your talon-like fingers to kill me again

Steal me, invade me, and charge me again
(And again, and again, and again)
For I burn and I shudder
Burn with each movement of

So, cleansed through a floodlight
I appear, renewed and reforged
Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
Of forgetfulness, empty and strong

Lethe,
Hold me near, my one friend and guide
As I drown through your fingers,
Drown through your love
For you are the life that I hate
You are my, you are my...

Drag me down in passionate sighs
With the ocean above me and flames in my eyes
And grant my a life I can live
Without...

Take me away...
Take me away...
From the life that I hate

Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
Bestiality beckons - The anger set free
For there is no pain greater than thine
For there is no gain but the fury inside

Desolated since derived
Torn screaming from the gaping wound

Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Outward reprisal
Swear by your throne

Fallen words shall grieve thee
The grandeur of melancholy

Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain
Storm through the still glowing night
Ember eyes beyond reason shall see

Flee from the safety of the sheltering sky
See all but logic, so vengeance shall be
The grandeur of melancholy burning... oh burning

Charge into uncertainty's promised land

Always and never
Your are the nail

Cursed, cursed
Oh essence of the night guide me
Cursed, cursed
Oh sweet revenge heal me
Frailty, thy name is weakness
Vengeance, thy name is pain
The nail

Jackal, aches for pain beyond me
The storm that now grabs me
Is the storm of my soul
For there is no pain greater than mine
For there is no gain but the fury inside

Once so bereaved
And ever so suppressed
Charge and split up the anger
Wake up the jackal
Let out his wrath

Always and never
He spoke of his pain
Always and never
You are the nail

Always be cherished
The grandeur of melancholy
Always and never
You are the nail