The Gala Night Lyrics
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Album | De Sang et d'Acier(2009) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Heavy Metal |
Labels | Emanes Metal Records |
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9. The Gala Night (6:50)
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm. *
This night, tonight, in fading light,
This night, tonight, this woeful night,
This night, tonight, a gala night.
Tonight! Ligeia cries,
Despair! Ligeia dies,
She writhes in chains of misery,
Tonight! Ligeia cries,
Despair! Ligeia dies,
She’s lost in pangs of agony.
*E.A. Poe (1809-1849), The Conqueror Worm (1843), in Ligeia (1845)
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm. *
This night, tonight, in fading light,
This night, tonight, this woeful night,
This night, tonight, a gala night.
Tonight! Ligeia cries,
Despair! Ligeia dies,
She writhes in chains of misery,
Tonight! Ligeia cries,
Despair! Ligeia dies,
She’s lost in pangs of agony.
*E.A. Poe (1809-1849), The Conqueror Worm (1843), in Ligeia (1845)
De Sang et d'Acier - Lyrics
1. Le jugement de Dieu Lyrics | 2. Ordalie Lyrics |
3. Kamikaze Lyrics | 4. In Rock Lyrics |
5. Moine guerrier Lyrics | 6. N.O.T.K. Lyrics |
7. The Iron Fist in a Metal Glove Lyrics | 8. Mercenaire Lyrics |
▶ 9. The Gala Night Lyrics | 10. Screaming Lyrics |
11. Dernier combat Lyrics |
De Sang et d'Acier - Album Credits
Members
- Alexis : Vocals
- François : Guitars
- Le Gorg : Bass, Choirs
- Pierre : Drums
Other staff
- Axel Wursthorn : Mixing, Mastering Engineer