Chris says: Woodland Whispers. Don't even mention this song to me unless you want my eyes to glaze over and stare into the middle distance, my face to start twitching slightly, and my mouth to drop into a despairing snarl. :P For those who aren't aware, I developed a fairly heavy prejudice against this song due to it taking an incredibly long amount of time for us to lock down as a band, and an even longer amount of time to record; it got to the point where I was hearing it in my nightmares because I'd spent all day and all of that week working on it. As a song on its own, I quite like it, and have even played one of the melodies during practice recently without swearing too much, so I'm slowly being rehabilitated- one day at a time! :D And honestly, the guitar solo is massively epic, and I love that bit, since it was pretty easy. Okay, maybe it's not all that bad. Just don't expect to hear this song live any time soon. :P
The lyrics are written by Elliot, and I believe deal with a knight (it's always a knight! The historian in my soul weeps every time Elliot writes a knight in one of his songs instead of out killing peasants like a right bastard, but I digress :P) who commits suicide after his missus dies. Or something. Elliot can probably shed more light on it, so ask him the next time you see him. :D Also, how beautiful are Lindsey's vocals on this song? She can sing incredibly well, and I did my best to capture her voice to its full potential on the recording. Oh, and the male vocals are recorded by me. Yep, yours truly. I sound like I've got big wads of cotton wool in my cheeks or something, though. Eeeh. I shouldn't try singing Elliot's lyrics again. :P
Dusk's burning kiss descends on a green field
Where once, two lovers so serenely slept,
Yet now, mere torment and anguish is wept,
From the grievous eyes of the mourning knight.
"Hespera... I invoke thee..."
The lost, widowed shepherd
Still awaiting his love's return
Is led by his herd through the perpetual fields
And the last huntsman
Of the forest
Returns to his empty cottage
The night-wishing owl seizes the robin's tree throne
Which mournfully weeps its last autumn leaves,
Whilst the moon, she slumbers in her deep sea of stars,
Oh, sleepy, silent forest!
Beneath the forsaken yew,
A grieving man does lie,
Curled up and alone as if to imitate death.
How he cries to the moon,
But only wolves respond,
Do mournfully respond.
"Dear Fate, please loosen your cruel choking shrouds,
Rekindle our unity for one last spring",
His desperate prayers echoed through the moors,
Soon to be hushed by the forest folk.
Then through the feral darkness, a bright light did shine,
Dancing and swaying to whispers of night
A colourful laughter did through the misty air resound
Bewitching, bemusing his once-sombre soul.
" 'neath this celestial blanket,
Let our fatigued eyes rest,
May the busy stars guide my lost, broken ship,
Across the waveless lakes,
Through the still, moonlit fields
To the Northern Oaked forests,
And home to thee."
These sweet woodland whispers at last to him returned,
And his love again lay wedlocked beside him,
The cozy midnight leaves did craft them a bed,
They slept beneath the dawning sky 'til the morrow was told.
When the sun's radiant army eclipsed the moon,
Its playful hand teased his dew-clad eyes,
The roaming deers' kiss unfettered his hands
From the icy clasp of winter.
He turned to greet his one true love,
But his tearful eyes did spy,
Beside him, an mere empty leaf bed
Where abandoned hope did lie.
Beneath this forsaken yew,
Where they had once embraced,
A lonely cradle now swings so poetically.
"Doth my lovelorn heart not belong with thee... in Zenith?"
From this cradle on the tree top,
His tortured neck gently rocks,
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
Down he will come, cradle and all...
from Tales From Rivelin,
released March 1, 2008
Lyrics: Elliot Sinclair
Music: Elliot Sinclair/Chris Mole
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