In the darkness, far into night I awaken
Soggy with dew, mist carpets the ground
The fingers of firs twist together in knots
and reach up to the sky in a great whirl
For a time I wandered through the dark woods
Trusting only my sight on the path set before me
A light from a grove shone out from the shadows
and my heart was yearning…searching…
By the light of the stars, the veil had been lifted
revealing a woman cloaked grey in mist
Through years ever still, for me she’d been waiting
Eye sockets empty peer into your soul
Stood tall at her back the most ancient of trees,
With Men from all time bound to it in slumber
In a grove free from the touch of time
The woman approached, and spoke to me these words
One world
One life
One chance to live
One soul
One fate
One heart to give
One pure
One true
One last embrace
One purpose
One chance
One saving grace
I was brought here in search of hope
Yet hope it seems has forsaken my dreams
for I tried to deny the mortal soul of man
A man from Rome still donning his armor
It was him that I chose to entice from his sleep
His culture has been entwined with our own
A much needed presence, A link to the past
The sorceress grinned and he fell from the tree
and slowly awoke from his state.
And I standing by did rise to his side
To save him from shock
of how the world had changed
But as hard as I tried
I could not describe
The way the world had become
His eyes wept with dismay
while the land cried for change
Through the stories my lips did tell
With hope so dire
And need so great
For fates hand was reaching out
the stakes too high and the hour too late,
To save us from ourselves.
Too great was the mourning of his soul
that this man of hope did deny his involvement.
He desired to be bound to the tree,
so he did not have to see the dying world.
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mortal Soul of Man”
A truly stellar death/doom album with heavy doses of black metal. Tracks like Isolation, Child of Light, and Broken Hymns deliver the sorrowful and icy tone of this album, elevated by the stirring cello compositions of Raphael Weinroth-Browne. The album delivers a deeply satisfying crescendo in Becoming Intangible before stirring the soul once again with Epilogue. Matt Richardson
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mortal Soul of Man”
On ne frappe pas un homme à terre : c'est ce que dit la règle mais NONE a déjà prouvé qu'il ne les suivait pas et si son album éponyme retirait toute perspective de béatitude spirituelle, Life has gone on long enough, son deuxième opus, nous interdit l'accès au bonheur terrestre. La vie n'a aucune substance et la production plus distante le confirme. Le DSBM s'empare de textures sonores blues, mettant en relief une dépression urbaine. Les cris partent en fumées : ne restent que les pleurs... Jordan Vauvert
supported by 7 fans who also own “Mortal Soul of Man”
Sørbyen, c'est un recueil de complaintes d'un éternel inadapté ; la pause clope tranquille se fait seul : netra tourne le dos à la ville et son accoutrement fait tâche dans ce paysage neigeux. La musique est à l'image de la pochette : plus calme, certes, mais à part, aliénée et on ne s'y sent jamais chez soi. Le trip-hop ne transmet aucune chaleur ; le black metal est souvent accompagné de chants folk mais déprime encore plus ; la techno ne donne pas envie de bouger. La douleur est viscérale... Jordan Vauvert
supported by 7 fans who also own “Mortal Soul of Man”
《 On naît seul, on vit seul, on meurt seul. Et même quand on baise on est seul. 》
— Seul contre tous. Gaspar Noé.
Certains s'engagent dans la voie du one-man band parce qu'ils n'ont pas les moyens d'assumer un groupe ou parce que leur vision est trop complexe. netra est un one-man band parce que c'est comme ça que ça doit être et c'est aussi grâce à ça que Mélancolie urbaine casse les codes. Le black metal dépressif, le jazz noir, l'electro : tout fait ressentir une humanité qui s'effiloche... Jordan Vauvert