Sopor Aeternus - In Der Palastra

As through the pipes the waters fell
down to the bottom of the well,
in listless apathy I gazed
at the cold waters ... - as he bathed.

I half beheld that scenery
and its most sensual masculinity.
Yet, disappointment, oh, can't you see,
is still the cause and the cardinal symptom
of my sick, sad reality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine,
I'm shyly sipping water ... while he drinks whole jugs of wine.
He likes all kinds of women, and I ...I only HATE ...men.
He marvels at all things new to him ... -
and I only wait ... for all things in this sick world ... to end.

The water pouring down his spine,
caresses his strong physique, oh, so well-defined,
calm like a rock he stands,
oh, behold his beautiful body and soul
a friendly God must have built this man
to an well-balanced whole.

What sad bewilderment this brought,
physical clearness, alas, still so much abhorred:
an ancient ghost awoke and fiercely arose in me:
it was that old, savage, yet half-forgotten ideal
of perfect neutrality.

Silver equals chill, but that suits me just fine,
I'm shyly sipping water... while he drinks
whole jugs of wine.
He likes all kinds of women,
and I ... I only hate ... men.
He marvels at all things new to him,
and I only wait for all things
in this sick world to end.

I somewhat envy this naturally beautiful man,
he never knew or encountered
the hatred and shame that I bare.
The doubt, the cloak of disgust
and the all-devouring dread,
and if I told him about it, he might only
shake his head with kindly amused,
melodious laughter, he then would perhaps
merely smile at my ... oh, so stupid silliness ... and the beast
that is raging inside.

(No pienso agregar ningún comentario a esta entrada por temor arruinar la obra maestra de Anna-Varney Cantodea, silencio y escuchen, comprendan y disfruten, sufran y razonen)

Sopor Aeternus - The Goat

Sopor Aeternus... mmm que puedo decir de ¿ellos?.

Esta ¿banda? de gothic metal es interesante, muy interesante.

A su alrededor se dicen muchas cosas, que si Anna-Varney Cantodea es hombre, que si es mujer, que si es ambos, etc. sobre The Ensemble of Shadows podemos decir lo mismo: nada.

Es casi mágico el halo de misterio que rodea a esta banda y sus integrantes, lo que no es misterioso es su música plagada de melodias tristes, desastrozas, vaya si estas de buenas te pone de malas. Odiosa por momentos, casi al punto de decir: "P*ta madre cabrón no puedo creer cuanto sufrimiento de este tipo, a la chingada".

Pero supongo que habrán por ahi varios a los que les gusta el masoquismo y disfrutan de lacerarse con esta música.

Sin embargo he de reconocer la calidad musical de esta banda, las composiciones ponen en evidencia una vez más que para producir buena música necesitas ser una persona culta, preparada, con mucha experiencia y no cualquier hijo de vecino puede escribir obras maestras como Sopor Aeternus.

Me agrada el halo de misticismo que en lo personal solo puedo comparar con Devil Doll yMr. Doctor. Ambos genios.

Y ya sin mas preámbulos les dejo con una canción que me gusta mucho, no solamente la letra, sino la música.

Enjoy:



Letra:


There is an old goat at my window-pane,
standing upright in a frock-coat,
somewhat earth-coloured and plain.
He is starring down at me ...
and the place where i have chosen to hide ...
in the futile attempt to dissolve ...
I discovered this cell as a child.

There is a medicine-case, he calls "being",
which the goat carries under his arm.
He says, if i only allow him to enter -
I shall never come come to any harm.
He is giving quite an importance to
his frrightning and urgent concern, he says:
"I have come to be your transformer...
I'm your doctor, half goat and half man."

He says that this house will soon crumble,
and that I am going to suffer as it falls.
He says: "Let me in now and I'll be your savior...
I'm your healer ... whith hooves and horns!"

Wow!