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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nap Eyes
Nap Eyes
Künstler:in
Nigel Chapman
Nigel Chapman
Stimme und Gesang
Brad Labelle
Brad Labelle
Synthesizer
Brad Loughead
Brad Loughead
Gitarre
Josh Salter
Josh Salter
Synthesizer
Seamus Dalton
Seamus Dalton
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nigel Chapman
Nigel Chapman
Songwriter:in
Brad Loughead
Brad Loughead
Songwriter:in
Josh Salter
Josh Salter
Songwriter:in
Seamus Dalton
Seamus Dalton
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nap Eyes
Nap Eyes
Produzent:in
Nigel Chapman
Nigel Chapman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brad Labelle
Brad Labelle
Mischtechniker:in
Josh Salter
Josh Salter
Cover-Grafik
Josh Bonati
Josh Bonati
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
I see phantoms of hatred and of the heart's fullness and of the coming emptiness
I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone
A mist that is like blown snow is sweeping over all
Valley, rivers, and elms, under the light of a moon
That seems unlike itself, that seems unchangeable
A glittering sword out of the east, a puff of wind
And those white, glimmering fragments of the mist sweep by
Frenzies bewilder, reveries perturb the mind
Monstrous familiar images swim to the mind's eye
[Chorus]
"Vengeance upon the murderers," the cry goes up
"Vengeance for Jacques Molay," in cloud-pale rags, or in lace
The rage-driven, rage-tormented, and rage-hungry troop
Trooper belabouring trooper, biting at arm or at face
Plunges towards nothing, arms and fingers spreading wide
For the embrace of nothing, and I, my wits astray
Because of all that senseless tumult, all but cried
For vengeance on the murderers of Jacques Molay
[Verse 2]
Their legs long, delicate, and slender, aquamarine their eyes
Magical unicorns bear ladies on their backs
The ladies close their musing eyes, no prophecies
Remembered out of Babylonian almanacs
Have closed the ladies' eyes, their minds are but a pool
Where even longing drowns under its own excess
Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full
Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness
[Chorus]
The cloud-pale unicorns, the eyes of aquamarine
The quivering half-closed eyelids, the rags of cloud or of lace
Or eyes that rage has brightened, arms it has made lean
Give place to an indifferent multitude, give place
To brazen hawks, nor self-delighting reverie
Nor hate of what's to come, nor pity for what's gone
Nothing but grip of claw, and the eye's complacency
The innumerable clanging wings that have put out the moon
[Verse 3]
I turn away and shut the door, and on the stair
Wonder how many times I could have proved my worth
In something that all others understand or share
But O! ambitious heart, had such a proof drawn forth
A company of friends, a conscience set at ease
It had but made us pine the more, the abstract joy
The half-read wisdom of daemonic images
Suffice the ageing man as once the growing boy
Written by: Brad Loughead, Josh Salter, Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton

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