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words: János Mézer
music: Attila Zabos, Árpád Szenti
lyrics
Am I This Graveyards one,
or just a million breathe?
And I’m perfeclty done
As in the craddle, I belived
Ébredésből hull világra
mind, ki égre nyitja fel szemét.
Fény vezette őt magányba,
nem találja már tekintetét.
(There’re) No words for this exhausted true
Laws, we follow to became one with earth
This tired solitude is our fate to be born
Why do we wake up here, if we fall?
Fall back alone
Lay us down
to Autumn’s mist
Ref.:
We’re far away, from ourselfs, too
It’s too late to regret our souls
We’re far away, from ourselfs, too
Why do we have to go?
Lidércektől tanultam az úton járni
Fekete kővel kirakott fény, mi idejuttatott.
S szárnyam bontva készülök az újra várni,
Emelkednék, de szabadságból börtönömbe fulladok
We’re far away, from ourselfs, too
It’s too late to regret our souls…
supported by 6 fans who also own “This tired solitude”
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 “This tired solitude”
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 “This tired solitude”
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