(p) 2007 MV is a part of Zhelezobetom Limited 500.
MV-I
1. Kshatriy - Orgamis 2. Exit In Grey - Kosmorders 3. Closing The Eternity - Autumn Dream 4. Hum - Halo Magnetic 5. Necropolis - At the End of the Universe 6. Cisfinitum - Moon Room 7. Anthesteria feat. Kaj? - In Gedanken an Russisches Drone 8. Lunar^Abyss^Deus^Organum -:Crystalline:Earth: 9. Instant Movie Combinations - Boiler Pipe 10. Bardoseneticcube - The Castle in a Fog 11. Polaris - Prickle of the Emerald Moon 12. RemoteBand - Untitled
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CLOSING THE ETERNITY, , VISHUDHA KALI MFA , 2007 . , Autumn Dream . HUM , . NECROPOLIS, , . , , CISFINITUM. Moon Room, , , . , , , , , . ANTHESTERIA KAJ?, , . , , , , SOUL WHIRLING SOMEWHERE. LUNAR^ABYSS^DEUS^ORGANUM : , , , . INSTANT MOVIE COMBINATIONS , . BARDOSENETICCUBE The Castle In A Fog , . , . POLARIS . REMOTEBAND, , , , . .
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LACKLUSTRE MIRROR Forgotten Songs
(p) 2008
1-2. The Snows 3. Deliverance 4. Black-Sided Sun 5. Yesterday Child 6. Dance Macabre 7. The Everburning (To Claire Brooker) 8. The Voices of the Grey Spring 9. Tempests Are Away (To Lia) 10. Is it our farewell? (instrumental) 11. The Last Song 12. Fathomless (To M. I. Wherever She Could Ever Be) (instrumental)
2008 LACKLUSTRE MIRROR ( Shadowplay). , , . -, , , -, LM , , , gothic-progressive. , - LM , , . , , (!) - ( ). Forgotten Songs.
The Snows LACKLUSTRE MIRROR. . , . LM . , , , , . .
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Deliverance LACKLUSTRE MIRROR: , , , . . LM - Black-Sided Sun. , , , -. , , , . Yesterday Child - LM, . YES! , , , - . , , . , - . .
Dance Macabre - spoken-word . , , , - . , .
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The Voices of the Grey Spring - , , LM DECEMBERED.
Tempests Are Away , - . Is it our farewell? - . The Last Song - . , , , , LACKLUSTRE MIRROR ! Fathomless. - , .
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The Snows
I saw the morphing hues of winter morn pale grey, And majestic pattern of quiet clouds.
I`d heard within me silence only a mage can maintain, And learnt what heaven`s gravity was like.
And heartbeat, and the very breath Stayed somewhere far away.
I needed them no more. Heaven calls, I`m to go.
Then a willful voice demanded to look out...
And I saw May lilac shrouded with the snows, And the green leaves turning brown with hellish cold, And the people I loved with their burnt out hearts, With the snows upon them
Withered in the chains of endless rules, Silenced with the infinite despair and loss,
And something whispered that it comes out from myself, - That I`m the only cause...
That whispers turned to roars citing a deadly spell: `A human being, there`s no escape from your own self`
`There`s no escape from your own self!` `There`s no escape from your own self...`
...But there`s a strange bliss inculcates the soul When quiet snow around me falls - And that`s the mystery which I don`t want to solve.
So here I stand with both feet on the ground, The heart is beating like a frightened bird, Celestial play of clouds is far unreachably And a flake of snow is melting on my cheek.
It was a dream, a momentary dream, A single sigh of wind, an enchanted vision.
The snows fall, The snows dance and sing...
Deliverance
This bleak thaw Seems to be over now Large snowflakes Sedately go down Past sullen rooftops, Few windows gleaming bright, Past ginger lantern Past my wat`ring eyes...
An awkward bridge Above the dying brook, Turn left, turn right - Wherever you may look The legions of snow Conquer all these lands, And bring grey dullness` Foul reign to an end
Over... All choices have been made Beside us, But still I`d rather wade The brook of doubts That always blocks my path To feel I`ve conquered My deliverance
Now it`s time to disperse the stones, Regrets are a sour wine, And I won`t drink it. And Guilty is a wraith-like cat She`s coming back as long as you keep her well-fed
But after they both had been chased away Like a young widow, Sadness stays around for many years, So all in all you get so used to her pale company, That even can`t remember when she hadn`t been near...
Two banks, A solid bridge of stone, So easy To cross it, so what`s wrong? Still it seems fairer that I`d wade Some wild maelstrom - To feel deliverance Have been justly won.
Somebody said The Isles of Joy are small, Lost in Grey Seas - Tempestuous, vast, and cold. So many sought for them, And failures most returned; But I shall reach their shores, Even if all alone...
Black-Sided Sun
The endless train of birds has conquered the stormy skies And staggered sanity that writhed in deadly strain
The earthly roads have twisted violently, Transmuting the familiar shapes The lattice of the time has melted, Wrapped around itself,
The snows ignited the impending crimson waves Of smoky gloom...
Where Babylon`s been wallowing in its pride of misery, The box-shaped megalyths have been enduring their slow decay
The watchful waters undulate now `Neath the ghastly steeps of frozen sands Preparing to repel attacks of Slow, morphing flames
Spilled `tween the clouds Spilled between the raging clouds
Then they dispersed, revealing a revolving flaming orb... Its searing radiance suffused whatever one could name And when it slowly turned to me with its black side, Its hidden shine was dazzling even more...
...The endless train of birds has stretched across the stormy skies, And the decaying strongholds of the human fear kept their place, But still I stare at clouds, where I have seen Black-Sided Sun,
And felt how deep within myself it kept revolving on and on, - Personifying and revoking any hopes for change...
The high-born whores dance upon the tortured relics as before, And mindless tyrants throw into the fire the children of their foes And all the world`s lies feed on our grief blessed by Black-Sided Sun...
We may revel in wrath or fears, we may revel in our pains and tears, Unname the joys and worship only misery... But it is our choice which side of Sun to see.
Yesterday Child
We reach to see within penumbra of the past The afterglow of somewhat better age Dig up the heaps of long-recycled memories, and still Can`t find a thing that`s feeling really fresh
Yes, we were children, yesterday or in ages past, But now we proudly claim that we have grown And like the sullen outcasts Our childish dreams are chased away Exiled beyond the point of no return.
The voices you have heard, but never listened to Then start to preach, addressing you, and you alone And if you question their rightness, The next thing you`re to face shall be Pure wrath of the offended swarm Of wasps those simply can`t be wrong
So close your soul, and mute your mind, And join the endless chain of the blind, Those wander through those snowstorms Of everchanging `right` and `wrong` And don`t ask why, For it`s all decided Long ago, Long ago, Long...
Still swings the blizzard on and on, Sweeping our past hopes away, And the icy armour your heart wears - It won`t seem to melt.
But something starts to stir inside - And you don`t know how to react - When a little child of today asks: "Why do you look so sad?"*
This one would never hear the answer, Since for this moment all words fail - The child of yesterday keeps tryin` To find where she has lost her way...
Dance Macabre
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The Everburning (To Claire Brooker)
Charms of leaden clouds wed April dusk with late October dawn, The verge of times would fall, as mem`ries flood in -- --
A theatre of ghosts - where shadows once again perform old plays, But stop abruptly short and vanish into air...
Now the spectator is a faithful one, He would recite the lost words when the actor`s numb
A dire tragedy of fate it really seemed one day Yet now it feels more like a dull absurdist play - A clown reluctant thrashes across The rooms of dim translucent mirrors, To get his own delirium bounced off the glass
Suddenly he`d freeze to stare At an eerie spot of light out there - Shining through these mirrors, Staying far beyond all reach...
A fragile moth beats on the lamp-shade recklessly, His rustling echoes in the emptyness in me My manuscript beneath the lamp - I read it through again, But still don`t finish it. Just a few lines left... but still I hesitate
Across the rainy streets I roam, how many times I spoke to you as if you were nearby, And how much strength it`d take to recognize - It was our last goodbye... There is a chasm between us now - twelve years wide.
And here`s what I`m scared to write down To complete therewith my hapless book: Fairy tales of yesterday have died...
What I can never see is just a wisest purpose for these shattered bonds, But, dammit, who am I?! - a child that saw what he was never meant to see, Then learnt for twelve years how strangling the Adam`s apple could be...
The Voices of the Grey Spring
The sudden warm wave Halts my walk I look up, see the blurred and foggy shades, Whence comes The fair voice of Grey Spring -
The Timeless Prophet In his cloudy guise Streches out his arms, And sings with million, million voices The forgotten songs
Those have no words, Those silence my turmoils... He points the way to go, To gather back My fractured, shattered self...
But if I ever go?.. - Unfirm, and sad, I`m drifting in this passing peace, And my breath joins The voices of Grey Spring.
Tempests Are Away (To Lia)
Watch, mortals, tempests are away! Dark curtain went apart revealing The deep blue chasm filled with the light Uprising from beyond horizons
There always were thousands wise men Trying to solve an old enigma Of flooding tears for those who`d gone From us to join Lux Aeternam...
I had a dream - I dared to tread where my beloved had passed Away from shining of the day...
It felt like brightly-painted glass`d been broken through into the blind dark
And for a moment couldn`t I see, neither hear and breathe, All of my senses faded off - I`d fear if I could fear, I would scream just if I had a voice to scream, I would flee if I still had command of what remain`d of me
But then I had been blown with icy winds Through this foul breach back to the midday world again Awake, alive, but almost blind - I only saw the rimed and frigid plains of disbelief To trudge for years and years to come
This aimless pilgrimage had ended near the menace whirl, from where obscure torrents whizzed Alikes of me stood there Like hopeless sentinels
Then one of us - A lady of the art Prevailed Where desperated poets failed As she had managed to discern our own reflections Among delusions wreathing therein...
And as she warded off the mirror-mares, the purified whirl, Gave birth to lucid fountain dashing skywards No blizzard stood its holy warmth
Put down your shields, exhausted sentinels, Lift up your visors, feel no shame for tears As they will soon dry out in the rising sun Put down your armour - the storms are gone! the storms are gone,
Watch, mortals, tempests are away! Dark curtain went apart revealing The deep blue chasm filled with the light Uprising from beyond horizons
11. The Last Song
Behind my window creeps a cold, and windy night The roaring storm had been, and gone, with all its whirling clouds. The stars are shining so hysterically bright, And everything outside - it is unsufferably silent, But stillness is disturbed with rare drips
And beating time to superseding memories They render flashes in this wreathing mist Whence lucid faces suddenly shine through, then slowly cease, The words unspoken so far return to me - But then I feel again - they`ll never leave my lips
Behind my window creeps a cold, and windy night, The stars are shining so hysterically bright. Profound terror imbues tired mind, When I discover that my heart is truly hollow,
But it was I who always turned away, And it was I who seemed to keep aloof, and stray, And now reaping fruits of years-long display, I am... a raindrop in its endless fall.
This last song is a raindrop storms might leave behind - Some little salt for healing over wounds
A warrior`s to walk - and fall - alone, A minstrel too...
Behind my window creeps a cold, and windy night... Just like the cooling candle-wax becomes opaque