Thy Pale Form...
by Dalla Nebbia
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Digital Album
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Thanatopsis
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The Apex of Human Sorrow
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Shade of Memory
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about
Yixja- guitars, synth, programming, backing vocals
Zduhać- vocals
Zduhać- vocals
credits
released 21 July 2012
All music by Yixja.
All lyrics by Zduhać, except "Thanatopsis" by Zduhać and William Cullen Bryant
All music by Yixja.
All lyrics by Zduhać, except "Thanatopsis" by Zduhać and William Cullen Bryant
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With a foundation in black metal, Dalla Nebbia is a far-cry from the corpse paint and spiked gauntlets of the Scandinavian orthodoxy. Rather, the two-man American project chooses a more diverse path to put forth their musical message. Dalla Nebbia is band not afraid to skew genres and eschew tradition in favor of creating a sound that is all their own. ... more
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- Track Name: Thanatopsis
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When last I sit upon this dull chair
I watch the movement of the celestial eternity
And provoke my final thoughts
Upon the darkened night…
With chilled breath, the spirit burns
My throat, my heart, my thoughts…
The wind is longer at my back.
The fog is my bereaving shroud.
When thoughts of the last bitter hour come like a blight
Over thy spirit, and sad images
Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
And breathless darkness,
Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;
Go forth, under the open sky
Listen to Nature’s teachings
From Earth and her waters, and the depths of air
Comes a still voice.
Wait a few days, and the all-beholding sun shall see no more.
Within the cold ground, where thy pale form was laid,
Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Requiring breath, you soak in what still remains.
Though knowing that at the cusp of the void
There is still a sense of longing, a tired hope, a need for a beyond.
Play that against the knowing that eternity is an illusion.
Being is like that of oak.
Strength, weakened, wrought with decay
Height, shortened, truncated by time
Beauty, withered, years bring dust
But still I stand
And nature shan’t claim a price until reckoning.
Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
And, lost each human trace, surrendering up
Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements…
When thy remains rest buried
Or your countenance and body are ash
With chilled breath, the spirit burns
My throat, my heart, my thoughts…
The only trace is memory
And even that fades. Even that dies. - Track Name: The Apex of Human Sorrow
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Call me the raven
Or call me the fog
But when I am reborn
You’ll hear naught but a whisper…
I damn the incompetence and complacency
That has allowed blood to enter
The stagnant water in our wells
I condemn all who oppose the individual
And an effort to comply
With thoughtless tradition
Indoctrination through poor allegiances
Kept not with nature, but with greed
I reject your wealth
I reject your soulless attempts to integrate
Vengeance burns my heart
And though my fate has been rebuked
I alone am the bringer of shade
The shadow shall envelope all
Whereupon this planet we exist
The planet shall exist despite us
We may destroy what we have—
Yet what we have is larger than the collective
But time has run short
So burn
Burn down your temples
Burn down your citadels
Burn down your ideals
And tremble at the weight of your denied expectations
I have stolen the hammer
And put god on his knees
In chains I left the angels
Their swords lay rusted and broken
The river has flooded
Blood through the fields
Pitch and ash all around
Naught is left of dwellings but ruin
Sulphur and tears mix
As human suffering reaches its apex
And as nightfall grasps the populace
Respite is out of reach - Track Name: Shade of Memory
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It returns, the memory.
I feel it, coursing through my veins.
I pour a glass, and drink to life
But dream of death, a kiss from beyond
My dreams are iron, but my hopes are fog
My quest to deny what fate creates.
It returns, the memory.
I feel it, coursing through my veins.
It is lost, through the smoke
Fading beneath the waves.
Cool, I feel the northern breeze
Thin, the air it chills my bones.
Yet find a shelter in these thoughts.
Bleed, bleed out your dream
Curse, curse your own name
Shriek, against the sky
The clouds only bring change
I reserve but a shade of memory
I will destroy by my hand
I rip to shreds what you think is real
And reveal the emptiness behind
The womb shall reveal the blade
To pierce the soul of iniquity
In bringing death, and bringing hurt
Vacuous existence ends in pain.
To breathe life into the empty
To seek spiritual in the unholy.
I try to find the right path to salvation.
But why try to save what should not be saved?
Pull what you will from what’s left
As the ice still peppers the grass
Rebuild if you will
But your fate is lost in the cycle
The weight of loss is bearing down upon me
Tragically twisted – dead, denied to the world
Joy was but a lightning strike
And now it’s whispered away
The smell of decay fills my nose
I can feel the wind carry my fog away
Birds, still in the sky, break through the grey…endlessly flapping.
