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words: János Mézer
music: Árpád Szenti
lyrics
Lonely winter
Show your softer world
Hear the vision of your sins
From your falling one
„Sorrow cured me
Only your silver dreams
Ramping in cold silence
Like a child between the beasts”
In her white face,
Mirror of the shades
When screams the faithless wraith
From the dried black lakes
„And I’m poisoned
By your weeping eye…”
Then I kneel down,
From her frozen hands I cry
Ref.:
Where snow falls, endless flood
Where noone hates our love
Where words make sacrifice
Where fear won’t hold us mesmerized
Her blood’s crimson,
But it’s too late
She won’t be my light
In this gloomy fate
And then she leaves my hands
And wakes a tearing storm
And never clears my soul
From this inside burning worm
Ref.:
Where snow falls, endless flood
Where noone hates our love
Where words make sacrifice
Where fear won’t hold us mesmerized
My time was a vision of your
Born from selfish dreams
Why am I here in your arms?
You’re not in me…
supported by 6 fans who also own “For her frozen hands”
German Melodic Doom / Death Metal. Started with their latestest & slowly but surely got hooked! This is along the lines of Swallow the Sun or Insomnium or Enshine but it is more too & they have their own brand of melancholic agression. Highly recommended!!! bmurator
supported by 6 fans who also own “For her frozen hands”
Be'lakor brought me here. Okera plays the same brand of melodeath, but with more warbled vocals (aka more growly) and a noticeably brickwalled production, which is a huge shame because the music is very good. For fans of Be'lakor, there's no chance you will dislike this - and vice-versa.
Dynamic Range Value: DR5 V_Shaft
supported by 6 fans who also own “For her frozen hands”
This is the kind of long meandering ballad-like doom that carries you in dimensions you don't want to leave. It is a comfy experience, yet crossed by glares of darkness; but those are never intimidating, they work more as a counterbalancing shade that adds complexity to the living flesh of this wonderful album. Bertrand Marchal