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Letra de The Death Of Hours - Draconian



	Draconian es una banda de Gothic/Doom metal provenienente de Suecia. Su estilo une las guitarras pesadas y growls intensos junto a voces féminas románticas y arreglos melancólicos de piano para crear una simbiosis perfecta del Gothic Metal y el Doom. Draconian fue formada en Mayo de 1994, cuando Johan Ericson (baterista, vocal), Andy Hindenäs (guitarra) y Jesper Stolpe (bajo), se unen como Kerberos, una banda de melodic death metal con influencias de black metal. Siete meses más tarde, el vocalista y poeta Anders Jacobsson se une a la banda, que cambia su nombre al actual. Su primer trabajo fue grabado en 1995 y lanzado en 1996 con el nombre de «Shades of a Lost Moon», el cual recibiò buenas crìticas. Para 1997, co... mas...
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The Death Of Hours - Letra

[Lyrics by Anders Jacobsson and Erik Arvidsson]

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light

I found myself in thoughts of dying,
Shivered in bitter dismay
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break

Away, please turn away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.

The morrow-winds shall blow no more
So many pale moons ago;
A flower of death did grow

A closing sanctuary in this shimmering night;
so tired, so restless under an ominous light

You found yourself in thoughts of dying,
shivering in bitter dismay,
I see you there; and I wonder why
the silence does not break

Away, you turned away.
In my dreams you haunt me still.
Come, please come my way.
In my life I need you still.

To blossom in the deepest of black,
And thus we die to flower again

'I keep your memory near my heart,
My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,
Till long life over, I too depart
To the infinite night where perhaps you are.'
[Quote is taken from the poem 'Unforgotten' by Lawrence Hope (1865-1904)]

A rapture through the dirty glass,
cutting myself to behold another spring

So I became the exile, unable to (sustain) love,
smiling at Death and unite with my solitude
to finally turn the blooded page

I pray these tears will end soon,
but you just left me lying here
I wasn't ready for the world...
still, I was thrown in there

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