February 2005

Tracks

1 : MIDNIGHT WILL
2 : A MASS
3 : BRACE YOUR SELF
4 : WINTER VEIL
5 : A DIRGE
6 : MIDNIGHT WILL
(LIVE AT HAU RUCK! FESTIVAL 03.11.02)
7 : WINTER VEIL (HIDDEN TRACK)

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Produced & Performed by Kim Larsen
Engineered by Louise Nipper
at Soundscape Studio 13.03.00
& re-captured, re-mixed,
re-mastered and re-edited 13.03.04

Niels Rønne - additional keyboards
Lars Koldkjaer - additional percussion on ‘A Mass’
Andreas Ritter - ‘vocals!’ on ‘A Mass’

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Lyrics

MIDNIGHT WILL
NIGHT HAS COME TO TUCK YOU IN ARM YOUR SELF WITHIN
HONOUR THE GLEAM OF OUR MIDNIGHT WILL
ALL IT´S GLORY ALL IT´S HELL
BRACE YOUR SELF
WHAT DO YOU SEEK?
I STILL WANDER
I STILL WONDER
THE WAYS OF WILL AN ANCIENT FIRE
THE WAYS OF AWE AND CONSECRATION
IN THE MIDNIGHT AIR THE FEVER BURNS
BRIGHT AND SIMPLE LIKE A LEECH
BRACE YOUR SELF
DO YOU BELIEVE?
I STILL WANDER
I STILL WONDER
THE WAYS OF TRUTH AND THE WAYS OF LIES
THE WAYS OF KNOWLEDGE AND DEDICATION
A PERFECT LOVE IN SONGS OF NIGHT
A PERFECT DAWN OF OUR MIDNIGHT WILL
BRACE YOUR SELF
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
I STILL WANDER
I STILL WONDER

WINTER VEIL (Sample)
AS I LIE HERE IN THIS DARK
THOUGHTS SO BLACK BLACK AND NUMB
LONELY DREAMS ENTWINE MY HEART
DREAMS SO UNDEFINED
AND A TEAR FOR AN END
AN END SO FINAL
AND A TEAR AS NIGHT DESCENDS
IN THE MEMORY OF YOU
AND THE PATH HAS NO LIGHT
FALLING FLAKES AND BLACK IS THE NIGHT
EMPTY ECHOES OF EMPTY HOURS
SIX SIX UPON SIX
VEIL OF WINTER AND LONELINESS
MY BITTER AND BROKEN PAGAN HEART
AS I LIE HERE TONIGHT
WITH THE MEMORY OF YOU


A DIRGE (Sample)
ME SEEMES I SEE THE HIGH AND STATELY MOUNTAINES,
TRANSFORM THEMSELVES TO LOWE DEJECTED VALLIES:
ME SEEMES I HEARE IN THESE ILL CHANGED FORRESTS,
THE NIGHTINGALES DOO LEARNE OF OWLES THEIR MUSIQUE:
ME SEEMES I FEELE THE COMFORT OF THE MORNING
TURNDE TO THE MORTALL SERENE OF AN EVENING.
ME SEEMES I SEE A FILTHIE CLOWDIE EVENING,
AS SOON AS SUNNE BEGINS TO CLIME THE MOUNTAINES:
ME SEEMES I FEELE A NOYSOME SENT, THE MORNING
WHEN I DOO SMELL THE FLOWERS OF THESE VALLIES:
ME SEEMES I HEARE, WHEN I DOO HEARE SWEET MUSIQUE,
THE DREADFULL CRIES OF MURDERED MEN IN FORRESTS.
Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys:“The countess of pembrokes arcadia” (1598)

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