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The Foreshadowing
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1 | Cold Waste 06:23
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| 2 | The Wandering 04:41
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| 3 | Death Is Our Freedom 05:20
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| 4 | Departure 04:08
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| 5 | Eschaton 06:44
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| 6 | Last Minute Train 04:06
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| 7 | Ladykiller 04:24
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| 8 | The Fall 06:16
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| 9 | Days of Nothing 06:32
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| 10 | Into the Lips of the Earth 03:44
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| | Total playing time: 52:24 |
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Marco Benevento - Vocals
Alessandro Pace - Guitars
Andrea Chiodetti - Guitars
Francesco Sosto - Keyboards
Davide Pesola - Bass
Johan Padella - Drums |
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Recorded between Howitzer studio & Subsound studio, Rome (Italy).
Mixed during autumn 2006 at Outer Sound Studio, Rome (Italy) by Giuseppe Orlando
(Novembre).
The mastering was done at Principal Studio, Senden (Germany) during January
2007. |
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| 1. Cold Waste
Cold in my land
Whate'er the time I've been
Running too fast or walking too slow
For a long time.
Tomorrow I will hate
And celebrate my greed
Wandering the waste
And tasting my heart,
Smells like sour and filth.
Tears don't belong to me
And no one else,
I'm running to |
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Очень интересный и, главное, достойный многократного повторного прослушивания альбом мне, привыкшему к ранним Paradise Lost или Crematory, в первый раз показался вялым и невнятным, но стоит прислушаться, и душу охватывает меланхолия и лёгкая грусть, а как сказал один английский писатель: " Между грустью и ничем я выбираю грусть". Музыка тяжёлая и мелодичная, а вокал заунывным тембром окунает в мир снов и разбитых надежд. Приятное сочетание тяжелой музыки и нежного печального голоса. |
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Дебютный альбом итальянцев The Foreshadowing...Именно так и должен звучать настоязий дум...не дум\дэт,который мы привыкли слушать от My Dying Bride...тут всё очень спокойно...никакого "мяса"...только спокойный вокал, медленные гитары,прекрасные мелодии...
Честно говоря,этот альбом после первого прослушивания меня вообще не впечатлил...да,грустно,да качественно...но не цепляет...Вот спустя месяца три, я почувствовал его...Теперь я не успеваю его дослушать до конца,как мне хочется слушать его с начала...Это непередаваемое ощущение...мелодии просто восхитительны...их нужно слушать не головой, а сердцем...только тогда вы их поймёте...
Атмосфера безысходности и обречённости...это настоящий дум...больше сказать нечего...
Всем,кто любит мрак,иметь обязательно! |
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'cause none of us can make a stand.
Running to my hell...
Cold rain, rush me into my hell
All alone when light's off.
We are born to procreate
And subjugate
Tears don't belong to me
And no one else,
I'm running to my hell
'cause none of us can make a stand.
Running to my hell...
Cold waste of a bloody
Taste we're alone
And ready to fall.
Frontiers without volunteers.
Who asked for a penny of love?
Skyscrapers with hellish view from above
We're ready to fall.
Cold soul, if you're feeling old you can call
When you can't go on...
2. The Wandering
Our souls are not ready for life
We're gonna have a fight
Our souls try to be swept from our bodies
Coming out to the streets
They'll complete what we did
Or what we wished to destroy.
They'll mess up despite the next
Outside our souls react to raging crowds. Tonight
They'll kill and demonstrate what fight is all about.
Inside I'm wandering, wandering
"What you're doing,
What you do has the logic of a soldier
And people will curse you"
Blood and ruins, blood and ruins
Our fragile conscience lies awaiting for a war
Where liars and honest people fight to get some money.
Inside I'm wandering, wandering
"What you're doing,
What you do has the logic of a soldier
And people will curse you"
Blood and ruins, blood and ruins
Inside I'm wandering, wandering
"What you're doing
What you do has no meaning,
Consider the fight's all around".
Inside I'm wandering, inside I'm wandering...
3. Death Is Our Freedom
The weakness of time
We'll pay for it.
Distrust of the next
And fear for death.
The poor and the mighty
Live in the same place that we shared.
The good and the evil
The destroyed
The destroyed
Death is our freedom
Makes us equal men,
Regardless of our place and birth,
Regardless of our plans and deals,
She'll never break her promises.
She decides for us
When the wretches stand
In the wreckage.
She makes us more miserable.
There's no compromise
To escape our lies
They're running to nowhere.
We had a feeling, a shelter, and some air to breathe.
And exposed to distant clouds, we never saw sunset and dawn.
Death is our freedom
Makes us equal men,
Regardless of our place and birth,
Regardless of our plans and deals,
She'll never break her promises.
Slow decay and rest
As we're running fast,
And the mighty ones are nothing
But the last ones.
There's no compromise
To escape our lies
They're running to nowhere.
Death if our freedom
Death is our freedom...
4. Departure
From mortal wounds we suffer..
Old men outlaw us and break rules
Decide for youth
And celebrate
The disorder, the great disorder of this life
The departure, the sad departure to the endless river
The disorder, the great disorder of this life
The departure, the sad departure to the endless river
Old inside
Cold Outside
In my hall where they can spy
And lock our minds
Me conscience's blind
And maybe it's worth to give up.
And an old man came with giant steps
In the room where I lived alone.
He kept his promise to destroy me,
Then cut my body and ate
My heart and brain
He stole my slice of glory.
Outside the door the world has gone.
Suicide of youth.
We celebrate.
The disorder, the great disorder of this life
The departure, the sad departure to the endless river
The disorder, the great disorder of this life
The departure, the sad departure to the endless river
5. Eschaton
When you embody all the silence
That make us proud
I walk like death through your gates,
And thunders light.
A sound and our world is gone
It's a sound that burns lies
And weakness of might...
It's a sound that goes down
With the scent of the mortal divine.
It's vengeance of tears
Cleaning all of your smears.
It's a promise of fear
For the rebels who live.
Gone with the world without a cry.
It's a crime
That we can go on
And nothing goes wrong.
We're slowly down.
What have we done living just like parasite?
They watched my tears
And looked inside him...
And slowly down
As we're collecting the remains of a tragic life
I look in your eyes and in no time we're paralyzed.
A sound and our world is gone
6. Last Minute Train
It's time again
To take my last minute train,
And I let my hair down.
In spite of my prayers
I have found something bad
And my plans now belong
To the edge of this place.
And a weekend I've paid,
My extreme sacrifice
For a piece of worth
I'm spending here
I'm spending here my time
I stand
And I hope to fight
Hold my hand
Hold it if I'm lost
Hold my hand
7. Ladykiller
Killer, what you know 'bout me?
Killer, what am I supposed to be?
Killer, what you know about me
Is what I'm wrong, wrong.
Killer, don't be proud with me.
Killer, I don't feel like living.
Killer, what you know 'bout me
Is that I'm wrong, wrong.
I'm gonna give my very end to you
Cause you will be my murderer,
You'll be my killer
It's like a final dance for me and you
Where if you'll get some pleasure,
Well, I will get it too...
Killer, what you know 'bout me?
Killer, what am I supposed to be?
Killer, what you know about me
Is what I'm wrong, wrong.
The world if miserable and fits for fools
I mean it ain't worth living, my life is meaningless,
So just take aim and pull the trigger, but
I just forbid you to kiss me or kiss me before I leave.
Killer, what you know 'bout me?
Killer, what am I supposed to be?
Lady, what you know 'bout me?
Or it is better to say
"Do you know what I used to be...?"
8. The Fall
Lonely in my world,
I accept this role
And mornings and evenings crawl.
Lonely in my world.
I'm so scorned
To watch this light that makes me blind.
And people get me nervous when they say nothing matters.
Every day is dull and filled with grey and I feel better.
And the silence, and the silence turns the soil dry.
Feeling or agony.
"Free from my world". It's what I can wish.
What more than I can see?
I've had enough, all in all it's better
When it comes to leave...
A fall is a cold blow inside
That paralyze my mind.
The sight is blurred and white
And all around me is dark
Feeling or agony.
"Free from my world". It's what I can wish.
What more than I can see?
I've had enough, all in all it's better
When it comes to leave...
Lonely in my world,
I accept this role
And mornings and evenings crawl.
Lonely in my world.
I'm so scorned
To watch this light that makes me blind.
And people get me nervous when they say nothing matter.
Every day is dull and filled with grey and I fell better.
And the silence, and the silence,
And the silence turns you dry.
9. Days Of Nothing
Words have no meaning,
When a fake broad smile
Tells my living in a rainy night and I
Feel the thorn of life.
I walked a river.
'Twas my tears at night
My running fast was not my last sacrifice.
As the hours went by I found...
Days of nothing
And loneliness will be my bride,
Life is thrilling
Like motionless pieces of dolls,
Days of nothing
And loneliness will be my bride,
Life's a murderer
And you keep being a stranger 'round the crowd.
There's something strange when our life's deranged.
Someone would lay the blame on somebody else
Hall is crowded
When the door is locked
I don't live here and don't forgive who you are
'cause you hurt me more than once.
There's something strange when our life's deranged.
Someone would lay the blame on somebody else
Whoever lives with a fault inside of him
Is nothing and nothing will be changing here.
Don't go straight
Take me by the hand
I stumble like a fool
And the stupid standing still
I stumble like a fool
My stomach still aching and although
I'm walking, walking straight
10. Into The Lips Of The Earth
No one can cease my prayer.
Silence once again
Right on my way.
You can be here beside me
Yet my innocence comes from mother earth.
And I fell like I,
Like I am underground.
I'm so alone that I could cry.
And I feel like I,
Like I am underground
I'm so alone that I should cry.
And I feel like I,
like I am underground
I'm so alone that I should die...