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Odes

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Released on November 21st, 2019

Label: Independent

Re-released digitally 2022

Label: MiMo Sound Records

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Erymanthon: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, MIDI Synth, Drum Machine

All music written by Erymanthon

Music for track #07 inspired by Frederic Chopin's

Piano Sonata No. 2 op. 35 "Funeral March"

All lyrics written by Erymanthon

Tracks  #05 and #06 contain odes by the latin poet Horatius, indicated below

Cover design by Erymanthon

Front cover picture: Twilight on mount Rocciamelone

by Yari Ghidone

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Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Darkwoods Studios

Produced by Erymanthon

Re-mastered 2022 at MiMoSound Studios (Stockholm, Sweden) by Micke Moberg

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"This album is about the feelings of grief, mourning and despair.

This album is the pure expression of sorrow, pain and darkness.

This is a very introvert and depressive record,

which was inspired by a very personal and painful loss.

This is dedicated to everybody who is experiencing these feelings,

and everybody who is going through a very hard and dark time."

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In Loving Memory Of

Giulio Cesare Casella

(1938 - 2019)

(From the album's insert)

1. Falling in the Darkness

(Instrumental)

2. Ode of Last Twilight

Since light was born

Come did dark and mourn

Since we came to life

Doomed we were to die

 

After every sunrise

Sure will come a twilight

At the end of my time

I will have to shut my eyes

 

Bloodthirsty, ferocious, your eyes are black and hollow

You grasp us with your hand so cold to drag us down

No mercy, just pain, nobody can escape

Chills and fear announce you the day we have to die

 

You come through winter night

Silent, your cold hand grasping

Cloaked in black, unseen

Not another spring we'll see

 

Where will I travel

When my time has come,

What will I become

In the last hour of mine?

 

From sunrise 'till twilight, before our last night

Keep this in your heart: a new day will not come

When Sun's far and low, its rays no longer warm

Beholding the twilight, I'll know it's my time to die

3. Woods of Wistfulness

Iced tears descend slow from a dark sky

The cold river flowing down mountainside

In the mist crying gloomy shadows float by

Dismal silence, bleak desolation inside

 

Through the trees whispers a light cold breeze

Blows through the hair, caresses the skin and tears

The low cold Sun's rays come from afar, dimmed and sheared

Of their warmth, heart struck by utter woe and fear

 

In the crystal clear water flowing down mountainside

Shine ancient memories of the times long time gone

Vanishing spirits cloaked in misery and woe

Crestfallen soul, no hopes, no Gods up high

 

"I am lost in the Woods of Wistfulness.

Melancholy surrounds me, darkness eats me from inside.

The icy mist penetrates deep 'till my core

And carries funereal, ancient shadows.

Twilight time, the Sun is low

And so far away that its rays don't give warmth.

Only the sound of the crystal torrent

That carries the once joyful memories of you."

4. By the River

Do you remember the time

When spring was here

And the water of the torrent flowed free?

Hidden in the trees the birds sang

Wind caressed our face

And we threw stones in the river

 

You were there when I first walked

You taught me much of all I know

In my heart forever I've bore

The memories of those times long time gone

 

The mountains are still capped with snow

The warm winds just started to blow

It's time now for your eyes to close

Spring you will se no more

 

The time came for your last great sleep

Now you will rest

And your spirit will now fly free

For sure now you'll watch over me

And when my time has come

We will meet again by the river

5. The Ephemereal Life

The bells of death now chime, their plangent sound spreads in the air

Darkness and woe inside, poured are silent tears of despair

Ephemereal is our life, cloaked in neverending pain

And we march for who died, we cry for who passed away

 

Thin is the line between life and death

Our whole existance is so frail

Walking we are by the edge of the ravine

One step away from eternal darkness

 

Existance cloaked in misery

Not a glimpse of light from above

Our life feeble and evanescent

Caducous all hopes for a land beyond

 

White and cold as ice in your casket you laid

The pure essence of pain distorted your face

Your mouth open wide since you exhaled your last breath

Drowning in mourn, I could just say farewell

 

Forsaken in decrepitude

Of you what will remain?

Only the bones

A grave and a grieving memory

 

"Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume,
labuntur anni nec pietas moram
rugis et instanti senectae
adferet indomitaeque morti,
non, si trecenis quotquot eunt dies,
amice, places inlacrimabilem
Plutona tauris, qui ter amplum
Geryonen Tityonque tristi
compescit unda, scilicet omnibus
quicumque terrae munere vescimur
enaviganda, sive reges
sive inopes erimus coloni.
Frustra cruento Marte carebimus
fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriae,
frustra per autumnos nocentem
corporibus metuemus Austrum:
visendus ater flumine languido
Cocytos errans et Danai genus
infame damnatusque longi
Sisyphus Aeolides laboris.
Linquenda tellus et domus et placens
uxor, neque harum quas colis arborum
te praeter invisas cupressos
ulla brevem dominum sequetur;
absumet heres Caecuba dignior
servata centum clavibus et mero
tinguet pavimentum superbo,
pontificum potiore cenis."

 

(Hoatius - Carmina, Book 2, Ode 14 "The Fleetingness of Time")

6. Exegi Monumentum

Exegi monumentum aere perennius
regalique situ pyramidum altius,
quod non imber edax, non aquilo impotens
possit diruere aut innumerabilis
annorum series et fuga temporum.
Non omnis moriar multaque pars mei
vitabit Libitinam; usque ego postera
crescam laude recens, dum Capitolium
scandet cum tacita virgine pontifex.
Dicar, qua violens obstrepit Aufidus
et qua pauper aquae Daunus agrestium
regnavit populorum, ex humili potens,
princeps Aeolium carmen ad Italos
deduxisse modos. Sume superbiam
quaesitam meritis et mihi Delphica
lauro cinge volens, Melpomene, comam.

 

(Horatius - Carmina, Book 3, Ode 30 "Exegi Monumentum")

7. Funeral March

The gone lays there, white and cold as ice

Around the casket all reunite

The plangent bell tolls, the time has come

For one last march to the land of the gone

 

Below a cloudy sky, all cloaked in black

All march in grieving pain in the field of death

Now chant the Requiem, recite the words

And the coffin is lowered down below

 

"Requiescat in Pace"

 

No life after death, there is no land beyond

Shivers run down my spine, it is the end of my time

Now the sky is crimson and the time has come

For a leave of absence, the time has come to die

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