Phantoms
Original Version LP Rerelease Version 1. Winter voices 0:44 1. Winter voices 0:44 2. Far above the trees 6:58 2. Far above the trees 6:58 3. Aeons of desolation 8:57 3. Aeons of desolation 8:57 4. 1100 years ago 6:48 4. 1100 years ago 6:48 5. As the bliss is burning 5:51 5. As the bliss is burning 5:51 6. Land of the phantoms 9:19 6. Land of the phantoms 9:19 7. Beyond the darkness 4:40 7. Beyond the darkness 4:40 8. With mournful eyes 6:22 8. With mournful eyes 6:22 total time 49:39 total time 49:39
Far Above the Trees Fright calls me from beyond By the lip of a faceless man I'm waiting to glide his voice to my Neverending dark To feel my body As the icy wind touches The memories of ancient ones, The memories of heroes Which were redused to ashes under the fullmoon I fly towards you I feel the dying grasp Of your untouched heat I'm waiting for her voice to show a sign, The way as the picture of eternal fire and power To shine my light, because it is I I fly towards you I'm waiting for your comfort In the path of the far voice Aeons of Desolation The wind sighed among the trees The fallen leafs crackled On the sleeping landscape It was a sad, still voice And I hear, only I hear it The only human being in the night Among the hungry shadows Who are smelling the breeze Which is carrying the secret dreams Hidden desires I hear as the wind brings it towards me And from the impasse it always returns I hear Only I hear it As the naked wind weeps through the night 1100 years ago 'Oh my lord, let us fire up every church Oh my lord, let us break every bell Oh my lord, let us kill every priest' (11th century saga, Hungary) Witches burn the twelve holy disciples Christian believers frozen in blood On the darkest infernal day On the dawn of eternal funeral The holy trinity burns on the stake Faith of our heart, the only sign is immortal As the Bliss is Burning The night has fallen black Whispering voices surrounding me My being is the only eternal blaze In the black mirror of shadows I can't feel the pain But struggle to a finish I'm becoming I hold the blaze in my hand It makes my eyes blind And a distant voice calls me In the drawing of the secret I can't feel pain I'm becoming I broke through the silent darkness Beyond the treshold a sear bliss was Waiting for me It whirled me along, I feel It draws me deeper I can't feel pain I'm becoming Land of the Phantoms Wind sweeps through the forest It sweeps through valleys and mountains It stops and casts its eyes over the peak And looks inquiringly when it trances me down I don't speak and nor do the wind It's just standing and looking at the landscape Solitude takes my thoughts I feel quite well in this way But my soul is tired Then it rises and regains strength It entreats me to fly with Through valleys and mountains It asks me to soar before the sun rises To take advantage of darkness and night Since then I've been one with the landscape And it has become one with me too Since then I've been one with the darkness Which is a vital element for me Since then I just stand here and I see everything As the others are carried from peak to peak As the wind stain the world As they sink out honour to the depth of hell I look around. We have remained few in place The others have flown away, wither their interest hoping for better But I see that we're still firm And like sand, the wind carries the others Beyond the Darkness We walk on hidden ways And live the worn moments of reality There's no free soaring The all-saving aim There's no flotation just painful being and emptiness But my soul wants to break free from its prison shaped body For its long agonies to find the ways to dark secrets Where we must fight great battles We must walk through endless paths Where with the help of warning masks of tiny gravels We reach the last fulfillment to merge into darkness And just he who doesn't want to see the bliss He can't see the eyes in which the fire is still burning With Mournful Eyes A dazed vibration wakes me From the confluent hiding of time and space A new world is born in my body My pain turns to nothing On its palely diaphanous horizon This is the last moment excelling the flight of time And from the shade of fear I recognize myself With stabbering flotation From the mirror of darkness The past looks back with thousand faces And from the distance An icy hand touches me An all-defeating icecold hand Lyrics in plain text format	Line up Gergely Szücs : Trumpet & Synth András Nagy : Bass Guitar & Vocals János Barbarics : Guitars Winter : Synth Csaba Csejtei : Guitars Zaltán Csejtei : Drums & Backing Vocals Artwork Info Recorded and mixed at LMS Studio Szombathely in January 1996 Produced and mixed by Bertalan Domby, Ferenc Vida and Sear Bliss All music and lyrics by Sear Bliss Photos by Norbert Natas and Attila Halász Band contact: András Nagy P.O.Box 440 9701 Szombathely Hungary (please enclose I.R.C.'s) Review Last few years there have been a lot of bands that started playing melodic black not because they're good at it, but because it sells. Luckily Sear Bliss isn't one of them. The kind of melodic black they play is very good, and very different. Most striking is the use of trumpets, which sounds weird first, but actually fits in really good. The songs start long and slow, but during the end Sear Bliss picks up speed and get it a more 'black' sound. Though because of the trumpet it stays very different. I think it's an excellent album, and especially the first slow songs are brilliant masterpieces... Rating: 8 out of 10