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Omnium Gatherum
Spirits And August Light
Style: Melodic Death Metal. Year: 2003. Playtime: 42:01. Label: Rage Of Achilles

TRACKLIST:


1. Writhen
2. Deathwhite
3. The Perfumed Garden
4. Amor Tonight
5. Cure A Wound
6. The Emptiness Of Spirit
7. Wastrel
8. Son`s Thoughts
9. It Shines


Antti Filppu - Vocals
Markus Vanhala - Guitar
Harri Pikka - Guitar
Janne Markkanen- Bass
Mikko Pennanen - Keyboards
Jarmo Pikka - Drums

Recorded and mixed at Sonic Pump studios by Nino Laurenne, August-September `02.
Mastered at Finnvox studios by Mika Jussila.
Art direction / design / photography by Olli Lappalainen.
Additional vocals on "Deathwhite" and "Son`s Thoughts" by Jukka Pelkonen.
Additional guitar solo on "The Perfumed Garden" by Kasperi Heikkinen.


LYRICA:


SPIRIT
n the intelligent, immaterial and immortal part of a human being; the soul, as distinguished from the body which it occupies; a person considered with respect to his or her mental or moral characteristics; the human soul after it has quitted the body; an apparition; a spectre; a ghost; a supernatural being; an angel, fairy, elf, sprite, demon, etc; vivacity, animation, ardour; enthusiasm, courage, etc; emotional state; mood; humour (often in the plural, as to be in high or low spirits); the vital or essential part of anything; inspiring or actuating principle; essence; real meaning; intent, as opposed to the letter or formal statement; a liquid obtained by distillation, especially alcohol; pl brandy, gin, rum, whisky or other distilled liquor containing much alcohol (a glass of spirits).
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WRITHEN: "to get out of smell of mould, to get back on your feet again - let every god have his day" - and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of glass, more broke than ever - no more ti amo - trying not to hate the guts we all have - 'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - and who swore not to let it out in here just to see the boots rot away in one's feet - so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring, or just forget all perverse offerings - the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts and you feel the guilt - now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen - minne sattuu ihmiseen - vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen

DEATHWHITE: free enough to see what's going on in there - a man has naught if not himself, not an island - just the son of a gun - i'm sure you knew i ate it up to spit it out - in blinded mute ground, gasping for words - buried - yes you saw the lust for vengeance - i've had my fill, the share of losing - i've had my fill, the share of losing - the years in these worlds, more than i could feel - anywhere - to get it crystallized at last - i've had my fill, the share of losing - i've had my fill, the share of losing - and when they all speak at the same time they make me wonder what on earth in hell it was - and was it wise to seek release in and through ex stasis - did i face it all, standing - with the 'love, laugh, cry' - to say the things i truly feel - i've had my fill, the share of losing

THE PERFUMED GARDEN: i'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace - "the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is still the same"

AMOR TONIGHT: i put my boots back on, brought them down from the attic - and they're so nice and broken, with words unspoken to this city inside aflame - here i am, like a crooked little lamb - so breathless - the world is trying to stop and the night is still - and it's still "if you only knewЕ" - like an hour of doom, with broken bottles on the streets and amor gone crazy - so crazy, as we feel afire - just forgive me the bad weather - there's no love without faith and thine is dead, no love except with fati and thine is dead - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - tonight - so would you let me be, let me be the bastard waleis that i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be - i was meant to be

CURE A WOUND: throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - will the midnight sun ever be that black again - take off more masquerades, longing to be touched - to be released in a way or another - try harder and everything will be blending, then tear it down - the wine's out of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it - what has an endless sight - it never cared for us - the wine's out of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - the wine's out of your cup - don't cure a wound, no baby, that doesn't help at all - "there's too many party people, the tough guys are even worse" - oh if it's grey one should get lost, and you should know you spell it wrong - let's bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder even in midsummer

THE EMPTINESS OF SPIRIT: how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and if it isn't good i understand - with different rights - the days to settle down, to hear what's going low - there's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning - how many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man - and when it comes to this - easily for those with beer, honey - waiting - the days to settle down, to hear what's going low - and it's in the wind - the spirit blowing the answer to an asshole's face - not to swear for nothing, in synchronicity that's even still perfect - there's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morning

WASTREL: yes i can't deny the worn out and truthful, if it's picturesque - though it's just a saying, not useful - resolve that great chain of aging and fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it was nothing - i don't know if she even lives, but youЕ - and i never was in need of touch unless it would come through my heart's shape - not like they who say it in today's fashion - now you know what's going on with me - trying to steal the light - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - i'm still here breathing, feeling so much better than i was last year - with a curtain of smoke - and in the evenings a slight chill in the air - the welkin not on my mind, nor anything it covers

SON'S THOUGHTS: for the one my window hides in its viewЕ - to enlighten me if my love's real, or that faith - what's more bitter than the late spring - i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in one of those - and when the world is left i don't need an inscription to remind for these things - if it's washing away, well, you know what - praying on one's knees - before - bring salvation for every soul - i forgot to live, seated in one of their fucking trains - yes i forgot to live seated in one of those - when in search of clarity, the way is lost in itself - gone into its own walker - and every shadow has its bearer of shadow - every shadow has its bearer of shadow - (a son with the thought of not standing his demise - still afraid of getting a lethal
dis ease) - and the clauses they were, they were all without reins - though didn't want to lose, didn't want to lose my heart - somewhere in the mists of my blurred daily consciousness - the thought of not standing a dis ease

IT SHINES: the world's broken when i'm not here, and if we take it to its limitsЕ - maybe no beauty left - seeing things that aren't ours - for truth and delusion, any kind of a difference - but on that night it felt like home - with a small amount of love and that cliche / classy pale white face - what her sad eyes brought me - "and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - 'cause this fucking head it's hurting" - searching for bliss from between the lines, and if i'm given the chanceЕ - moving in this world with good luck in the veins - 'cause so far, yeah so far i've suffered too - but no more dog-like martyrs to be - with these heads to shine hurt and curse - and no, i could not sleep at night when its throes held me high - "and i want to be, i want to be where the sun is shining - i want to have you there beside me - and take me back to where the magic is - 'cause this fucking head it's hurting"
Spirits And August Light



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