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Eye Of The Hunter (1999)
LYRICS:
When all you have left are your memories
And diamonds and pearls for company
I'll be sailing to St. Lucia on the ocean breeze
With the moon and my scars for company
In your bedroom you keep an iron cage
Where a blackbird sings her freedom song
For you know the true value of having slaves
They sing the saddest of songs
Medusa you robbed me of my youth
Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude
Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn
You told me to undress
Then crowned my head with thorns
Medusa you robbed me of my youth
Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude
Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn
You told me to get dressed
Then turned my heart to stone
Eye Of The Hunter (1999)
LYRICS:
When all you have left are your memories
And diamonds and pearls for company
I'll be sailing to St. Lucia on the ocean breeze
With the moon and my scars for company
In your bedroom you keep an iron cage
Where a blackbird sings her freedom song
For you know the true value of having slaves
They sing the saddest of songs
Medusa you robbed me of my youth
Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude
Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn
You told me to undress
Then crowned my head with thorns
Medusa you robbed me of my youth
Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude
Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn
You told me to get dressed
Then turned my heart to stone

![ATRIUM ANIMAE | Psalmus 87
Dies Irae (2011)
LYRICS (latin):
Oculi mei languerunt prae inopia.
Clamavi ad te Domine tota die.
Numquid mortuis facies mirabilia?
Numquid narrabit aliquis in sepulchro misericordiam tuam?
Et veritatem tuam in perditione?
Numquid cognoscentur in tenebris mirabilia tua,
Et iustitia tua in terra oblivionis?
Elongasti a me amicum et proximum
Et notos meos a miseria.
[English translation]
My eyes languished through poverty.
All the day I cried to thee, O Lord.
Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?
Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy?
And thy truth in destruction?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark,
And thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?
Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me
And my acquaintance, because of misery. ATRIUM ANIMAE | Psalmus 87](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pAjte8f23Xs/mqdefault.jpg)
![PLACEBO | Without You Im Nothing
Without You Im Nothing (1998)
LYRICS:
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
Ill take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
Ill take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
Ill take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
Ill take it by your side.
Im unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all
I
take the plan, spin it sideways.
I
fall.
Without you, Im Nothing.
Without you, Im nothing.
Without you, Im nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, Im nothing at all.
[image taken from DeviantART: http://ampatspell.deviantart.com/art/Without-You-I-m-Nothing-3740071] PLACEBO | Without You Im Nothing](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/pBwdjjmCeeo/mqdefault.jpg)


![LOREENA MCKENNITT | Let All That Are To Mirth Inclined
To Drive The Cold Winter Away (1987)
LYRICS:
[Words and music traditional]
Let all that are to mirth inclined
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done
In sending his beloved Son
For to redeem our souls from thrall
Christ is the saviour of us all.
The twenty-fifth day of December
We have good cause to remember
In Bethlehem upon that morn
There was a blessed Messiah born
But mark how all things came to pass
The inn and lodgings filled was
That they could find no room at all
But in a straw-filled oxs stall.
Near Bethlehem some shepherds keep
Their flocks and herds of feeding sheep
To whom Gods angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
With thankful heart and joyful mind
The shepherds went this babe to find
And as the heavenly angel told
They did our saviour Christ behold.
Three eastern wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star
Came boldly on and made no stay
Until they came where Jesus lay.
And being come unto that place
Where the blessed Messiah was
They humbly laid before his feet
Their gifts of gold and incense sweet.
See how the Lord of heaven and earth
Shewd himself lowly in his birth
A sweet example for mankind
To learn to bear an humble mind.
Let all your songs and praises be
Unto his heavenly majesty
And evermore amongst our mirth
Remember Christ our Saviours birth. LOREENA MCKENNITT | Let All That Are To Mirth Inclined](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/q1MREC5c7dk/mqdefault.jpg)
![ELEND | Jai touché aux confins de la Mort
A World In Their Screams (2007)
LYRICS:
Je suis revenu de la carrière dombre
Pour toi.
Dentre les morts tu mas choisi.
Je suis revenu des forêts de serpents enlacées de ténèbres,
ses serre marrachant le fantasme dun cri.
Je suis revenu des forêts de serpent, enlacé de ténèbres,
Je suis revenu de la carrière dombre.
Jai touché aux confins de la mort.
[English translation:]
I have returned from the quarry of darkness
for you. Among the dead you have chosen me.
I have returned from the forests of snakes entwined with darkness,
Its claws tearing from me the fantasy of a scream.
I have returned from the forests of snakes, entwined with darkness.
I have returned from the quarry of shadows.
I have touched the boundaries of death. ELEND | Jai touché aux confins de la Mort](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qd4FefuArYI/mqdefault.jpg)



![ENSOPH | Salmo A Nessuno
Opus Dementiae - Per Speculum Et In Aenigmate (2004)
LYRICS:
NB: the very first lines of the lyrics are not reported anywhere, nor even in the booklet.
Perso il verbo [...],
nella mia mente ho un debole intendimento.
La lingua silente il sangue ha asciugato.
Nel nulla di [...] è rinato.
Come il veleno nel seno di Socrate
gela le carni salendo dal basso,
questa voce che impreca al silenzio
non chiede parola, non occupa spazio.
Su tavole antiche infrante nellira,
il patto abortito di un dio affamato.
Fallito linizio sospira la fine,
dove il perdono si veste di spine.
Sia benedetto il giorno dellira,
perché il male rinnega rimedio.
Le piaghe, la sete, la peste e la fame,
oggi che lodio è il nostro pane.
Nessuno ci impasta di terra ed argilla.
Non vi è più alito ad infondere vita.
Il ricordo è morte, la memoria è fumo.
Sia lodato il mio nessuno.
Sia lodato il mio nessuno.
Sia lodato il mio nessuno.
Sia lodato il mio nessuno.
Sia lodato il mio nessuno.
Il mio popolo grida, grida dalla rupe. ENSOPH | Salmo A Nessuno](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sEBIHadUAiU/mqdefault.jpg)