The Vision Bleak - Carpathia - A Dramatic Poem
Original Version Promo Version 2CD Version 1. The drama of the wicked 2:11 1. The drama of the wicked 2:11 1. The drama of the wicked 2:11 2. Secrecies in darkness 4:25 2. Secrecies in darkness 4:25 2. Secrecies in darkness 4:25 3. Carpathia 5:15 3. Carpathia 5:15 3. Carpathia 5:15 4. Dreams in the witchhouse 5:37 4. Dreams in the witchhouse 5:37 5. Sister najade (the tarn by the firs) 4:46 5. Sister najade (the tarn by the firs) 4:46 6. The curse of arabia 5:20 6. The curse of arabia 5:20 7. Kutulu! 4:40 7. Kutulu! 4:40 8. The charm is done 9:38 8. The charm is done 9:38 --- Bonus Disk --- --- Live at WGT/Haus Ausensee May 2004 --- 1. Metropolis 5:19 2. Horror of Antartica 3:44 3. The Grand Devilry 5:01 4. Deathship Symphony 6:19 --- Live at Batschkapp Frankfurt February 2005 1. A Shadow Arose / Night of the Living Dead 108 Mb 2. Elizabeth Dane 89 Mb 3. The Lone Night Rider 82 Mb 4. Wolfmoon (videoclip) 39 Mb total time 41:52 total time 11:51 total time 62:12
1. The Drama Of The Wicked [Instrumental] 2. Secrecies In Darkness [Scene I] A black carriage rushing through the mountains of Carpathia. The only passenger - the main character of this drama. Titan wood and haunted hill, vales in which the wolf doth kill... Wisps that in the morass glow mounts with diadems of snow... Fog that swirls o'er moor and heath, the tawny owl sings from the trees... From the ponds the old toad calls, this is where our drapery falls... Eight hooves that pound the midnight groove... Over stock and stone a carriage that winds upward the mountain pass, deep into the wild. Crushing stone and shatt'ring bough under wooden wheel and moonlight breaks in spruce and fir and paints the night unreal. With ruthless hand and turbid eyes the coachman drives his brute that snarls and sniffs but rushes on to escape that spook... Six hours as the raven flies - still - to acquinted land... Six hours till the sun wiil rise and morning shall ascent. - Sleep my dear, don't bother thee with the idle talk of curse and evil blood that runeth in thy veins... - In the cabin lies asleep unblessed by fevered dreams, traveller on his way home towards the sun's first beams... 3. Carpathia [Scene II] The carriage finally arrives at its destination. Our main character talks to a villigian of the region. From the deepest valleys to the highest mountain peaks which the sun caress with care. Carpathia! All hail to thee! Thy beauty is beyond compare... When the soft white shrouds of morning dew lay down on the meadows green, Thy prais is due, but keep thy poetry for the night you haven't seen For when the sun doth set in Carpathia... And the worm that gnaws the grave, crawls hence forth from gulf and cave And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia... Then the creature leaves the lair and the ghost is on the stair For there is no such beauty in the morning light Nor in the later hours of day As when darkness fell in the deep pine woods And the wolves go hunt their prey! Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen song Of the nightbirds call to the moon And the glorious howling sound of the wind In the wastes and all places marooned 4. Dreams In The Witch-House [Scene III] Despite all warnings the first night in the supposedly cursed house is at hand. So, these are the walls Wherein hides my doom And night, when it falls Brings ghoul-ridden gloom Rest shall I find in here 'till death doth his deed Away with these tales of aghast! That bereaveth my sleep. Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me! A new morning shall prove them all wrong, Them olde creeps and their Dull fairytale fantasy. The haunt is on... "And to thee night appears Sans the quiet of her spheres.." No longer can I bare The pesterings of light Safe the sacred fires That moon and stars ignite. Good is evil, wrong is right And thy horrors my delight! The haunt is on... No rest will I find As long as a dream Within my wretched mind Brings darkness to sheen. For sorrow and woe Seem my destiny No thought of dispersion, Nor gleams of the hope Of the hopeless Have found into me! 5. Sister Najade (The Tarn By The Firs) [Scene IV] In strive for dispersion and to get over his evil dreams, Our main character rests at a tarn near the residence. Yet the night is not over and whether in fevered dream or not - a ghoulish creature appears. Truth - thy ways - what shall they bring to me? What is soothing dream? What grim reality? These days I strive - I hunt! - for clarity, But yet I found an abyss of fathomless agony! [Appeareth the nymph:] Deep down in the waters I waited for eternity Call my thy sister - thy sister najade! Glaring light of truth - what didst thou send to me? That soothing dream gave way to grim reality! No longer shall I hunt for clarity, Now that I found her here in brightest blasphemy! Deep down in the waters she waited for eternity I call her sister - sister najade 6. The Curse Of Arabia [Scene V] The following morning. Confused by the happenings of last night he seeks advice at the church nearby. The priest now reveals to him is true nature. One thousand and one moon ago In darkest age of yore Man praid to ancient gods And lived by secret lore One ancestor of thine Whose blood runs in thy vein Who travelled all the seas Was said to be insane So in one fateful night When clouds did hang the moon He crossed the river Nile And settled our doom In the strange realms of Arabia He fell to gem and gold And in his greed he cursed ye all By a spell of old Temples were made Built by thousand hands And evil did create Gold from the desert sands Gem on Gold Stone on Bone ...And all did pray to great KUTULU! One thousand and one moon ago In darkest age of yore Man praid to the ancient gods And lived by secret lore Grand evil was invoked Just one word can describe "Kutulu" was the bane That rode the winds of night Great riches he did bring To those that served his deed But death and doom was cast On folk not of his seed All women have been stained Filled with his black cum His malice runs in thee Be cursed Kutulu's son! 7. Kutulu! [Scene VI] The priest goes into a detailed description of the unholy rite That did cast the evil spell onto our main character. A moonless sky, midnight was nigh No sound did break the still A strange mystique Was fellt in all A spirit that seemed Wrong and ill Suddenly the cold winds blew And coyotes howled afar A mighty thunder shattered the earth The growl of grand GNAA Whisp'ring voices could be heard Utt'ring a foul spell Man circled 'round a secret stone And summoned greatest hell Cold blades did light in darkness And the high priestess Started the unholy rite... IA! IA! KTULU FTHAGHN! IA! R'LYEH! KTULU FTHAGN! Blood was shed unto the stone That raised into the air And from the ground crept What seemed snakes, But God know what was there! Cold blades did light in darkness And all the desert Seemed to join the blasphemy IA! IA! KTULU FTHAGHN! IA! R'LYEH! KTULU FTHAGN! 8. The Charm Is Done [Scene VII] Alone and confused - he looms in the cold shadows of the residence. Now here I stand - shadow engulfed Truth at hand, yet unresolved The Mystery, that holds me tight To lore and craft of shade and night In dreary hours, dreams did unfold And prophecies that have been told Appeared to me as plain unreal But destiny hath broke the seal The charm is done, the seal is broken In every part of mine chaos hath been woken The spell fulfilled - darkness has won No thing could ever bring me back - the charm is done! I shall dwell in the abyss - in glory and in wonder! In spheres in which my blackened heart forever mayest ponder... ...in darkness Introduction: A business man in his best age is heir to the old family residence in the far and bewildered mountainside of the strange region of Carpathia. Lyrics in plain text format