Mais conhecido por Sopor Aeternus ou Sopor este acto musical é constituÃdo unicamente por Anna-Varney apesar de na data da sua fundação entre 1987 e 1989 contar com a participação,por razões desconhecidas de outro indivÃduo apenas conhecido como Holger assim como se desconhece as razões da sua saÃda (provavelmente em 1992) permanecendo apenas Anna-Varney até a data presente. Sobre esse e outros aspectos sobre a perspectiva musical de Anna-Varney podem consultar um artigo de uma revista exposto neste e também na Wikipédia em e/ou em. Sobre a sua música pode-se dizer que cria um ambiente medieval escuro e melancólico mas também belo mas não dispensa o uso de sintetizadores enquadrando-se noutros estilos musicais. Apesar de o estar presentemente em "reconsideração" - vejam a imagem associada e então perceberão do que falo - (nota: clicar na área inferior da página onde se pode vislumbrar um atalho codificado em javascript para redireccionar para a imagem de que falo) poderão consultar alguns fansites dedicados à banda em e em. Findo isto deixo aqui as letras de "Memalon". "Sopor Fratrem Mortis Est" e "Beyond The Wall Of Sleep" respectivamente:"Who is the old man who fillsmy heart with greatest painyet his label remains unheard?I be at you and true tears shakemy eternal Saturnworld. Who is the old man whosepicture burned itselfdown to the bottom of my soul. You push me approve and raise me up,the criteria for both I long to know. Who are you I worship? What is thename of the one I saw?Tell me how to reach you to you I'dbow my head in awe. You communicate to me but what is it I hear?We have never really touched...- such is the design of my greatest fear. Cruel cruel cruel.. a veil I cannot come in,in different worlds we dwell,attempting to change state what separates. I force my approach against this strangestmembrane-wall and desperately I label for youfrom the darkest depths of my lonely soul. The mist of the dimensionsthrough which to glance it seems not allowed,or maybe it's just that our "level" is of nointerest as it is simply too low. Is it true that only the mirrors' strengthcan conquer the mist and then be therefore received?You turn around the illusion of a voice...- my desire crowned by another blackball. If doubt walks in I am growing weak in fear...- "one day all pictures fade". Lying down looking insideI call my dead lover in his grave. My eyes undergo caught a glimpse of you,now I devour myself to include your peace. The distance grows we go apart. What is the use of eyes if they cannot see?Hear me in my darkness,please wait for me. I'll sight the way. I promise. I shall resist the tides,until I'm finally united with you again...""".. kiss the corpse the blessed sigh enter the garden of the night. remove a disunite suspended in fear... - Every soul is starving here..."The conquer of the graves is not silent at all:Millions of the dead are crying in their graves,But no-one can hear them.. no-one ever hears... No-one can hear them... object for the dead themselves. We can't die no we can't die,It doesn't even be if we try. We fear/dislike the living we shun the lighten,Our beloved tombs keep us sheltered inside. Sleep.. sleep is the brother of death,So lie down beside this skeleton in the coldness of the carve,Let the embrace of his dead arms act you all save and sound. Buried in rest.. silently... Forever beneath the ground. Stalk "The night" if that's your wish,With your foolish garlic-chain and crucifix,Yet if you find our graves we won't be there,There are thousands of places left for our despair. And every night it's the same again:"The feast of daub is about to begin !"We are wretched.. pathetic.. the flickering souls,But staging our pain is all part of the whole. And when all lights are fading leaving but a fleeting glow,Then after far too many years it's measure for us to go."touch the corpse - the blessed sigh - walk in the garden of the night. Shed a tear suspended in worry... - create every soul is starving here. direct the carcass sweetest lie conceal the be you chose to deny,Shed a tear suspended in fear... - Every soul is starving here."""Every now and then it seems to methat there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of rest... Saddesty the wanderer.. who is travelling herefor far to often... or just longer than his mortal mind would bare. From the other world he can never fully returnafter the passing of a certain period of time,as the forces of the other side are with him all the while,are surrounding his mind,as they are now with him all the measure. Obscuring his mind his animate,they chain him to this place or state:object and body will become lethargic listless and inert,and then driven by his wounded,he ordain be longing for nothing more.. object the end itself... -for darkness.. and for death. Every now and then it seems to methat there is greatest danger lying hidden in the depths of sleep... Saddesty the wanderer.. who is travelling herefor far to often... or just longer than his mortal mind would bare."Esta imagem foi retirada da seguinte
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