...and the night, beckoning
O’, leaves will fall in another life
The busts of porcelain, how they cry
The snow, it woes for me
The hymns of misery...
O’, the rose at my feet
Petals felled, smell so sweet
...and the glass, where fingers sleep
May you go where shadows weep...
O’, the rose at my feet
Petals fell, blackened sea
...and the scythe, a reckoning
O’, the night, of sombering
Each cloven hoof, rings out tonight
As phantoms dance by candlelight
The garland hangs by fire’s side
...and you've gone to the other-side
O’, the rose at my feet
Petals felled, smell so sweet
...and the glass, where fingers sleep
May you go where shadows weep...
O’, the rose at my feet
Petals fell, blackened sea
...and the scythe, a reckoning
O’, the night, of sombering
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Glamoury - Vanitas Vanitatum
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Glamoury
Vanitas Vanitatum
«Land»🇺🇸 USA
«Format»Full-length
«Genre»Doom Metal
«Stadt»Columbus, Ohio
«Herunterladbar»mp3 | flac | hi-res
«Zusätzliche Genres»Gothic Rock
«Veröffentlichungsdatum»December 24 2025
«MP3-Qualität»320 kbps
«Größe»130.7 MB
Trackliste
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1. A Sombering (05:09)copy
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2. The Herald (05:32)copyFirst breath, so cold
The ice on marble sleeps
With tears give drink to garden
A woman's miseries
O’, not for me to say
Not for pain, nor worth
Giving of thyself is flesh
Not tender word
Sing!
Angels sing!
We all fear “The Herald” calling
The bleeding berries burst
O’, all that I could gather
Could only strike a nerve
O’, not for me to love
Thus, never to adore
This wolf, this lamb-like martyr
Banging at my door
Sing!
Angels sing!
Neath the holly
Doth death ride!
Sing!
Angels sing!
Sing!
Angels sing!
Sing!
Angels sing!
Sing!
Angels sing! -
3. Pricking Rose (05:35)copy...and now, the pricking starts
Beneath thy garden throws
A sickle, prune thy tips
I feel the pricking rose...
...and all the petals fold
This bitter heart, grows cold
These secrets left untold
A breath of frost, so old...
Hath heartache come again?
Neath cherry, stained thy skin
The drool from angels drips, drips
Drips to the pricking rose...
...and all the petals fold
This bitter heart, grows cold
These secrets left untold
A breath of frost, so old... -
4. Höllenhund (06:18)copy...and in my death, you want nothing
O’, no, your heart never meant a thing
Suddenly, another fling
...and, no, I cannot take another sting
How do you laugh? How can you sing?
Before the Lord, lie about these things?
A kiss of death...some smothering
As wicked as your mother's taken name
In winter's harness, all you undress...silently
In throws of darkness, I've to digest your misery
In winter's harness, O’, the heartless, “Domini”
How can I possess, soiled, boundless ceremony?
How you love...what you bring...
When it's done, it forgets everything
It spills the wine, licks the vines
Scratching at the scabs of the divine
...and to the grave, I take this pain
O’, I can only feign you’ll do the same
For the day will come, when the vultures prey
...and the hounds of hell drag us all away
In winter's harness, all you undress...silently
In throws of darkness, I've to digest your misery
In winter's harness, O’, the heartless, “Domini”
How can I possess, soiled, boundless ceremony? -
5. Glory Rag (05:40)copyThe thorn that pricks the hands
A whisper's fright, bled, in the black of night
...a serpent's bite
O’, let the angels try to save your life...
It's crawling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da,
She's calling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
O’, glory
O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
For glory
O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
I want to see you die...
The butterflies on the whites of eyes
Beneath the earth and sky
Only the roots to hear your cries
It's calling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
She's crawling...O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
The thorn that pricks the hands
A whisper's fright, bled, in the black of night
...a serpent's bite
O’, let them try to save your life...
“The Reaper” knows we're here...
O’, glory
O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da
For glory
O’, gloria, la, da, da, da, da -
6. Reaping Star (Interlude) (instrumental) (03:11)copyinstrumental
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7. Mars (04:54)copyO’, how the frost has come again...
Down winter's spine, in brumation
...and the leaves have fallen on the throne of Pan
...and the nymphen cry for the fate man
You want war? You're in luck
Death's flower has been plucked
...and the stones have turned up
...and there's a whisper, “enough’s, enough.”
Alea iacta est
If you want war!
O’, how the flesh comes to an end
You can hear “Her” coming round the bend...
...and the flower’s gloom, incarceration!
...and fingernails on the statue's head...
You want war? You're in luck
Death's flower has been plucked
...and the stones have turned up
...and there's a whisper, “enough’s, enough.”
Alea iacta est
If you want war! -
8. Janus (05:31)copyAre you still...this cup of mine?
Frothing wine...of the divines
O’, you are a star above
Love is still...and will I love?
Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
Sensual, a dogwood flower
Drowning in thy selfish blood
Is thy scorn, on parade?
Jovial, as the day
Juniper, your serenade...
For my heart, comes dismayed
Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
Sensual, a dogwood flower
Drowning in thy selfish blood
...and alas, if I could say that it was anything at all
That these dreams have but vanished into the air
O’, Could it be? O’, could it be?
O’, Janus...it's love
Hold thy mirror, now's the hour
O’, thy heart be drugged in flood
Sensual, a dogwood flower
Drowning in thy selfish blood
(Now's the hour)
(Another year...it's been a year.) -
9. Green (05:20)copyMm, filigree, and lace upon thy heart
Hearth and ash
Each wetted cobblestone, a slither, hath
Serpents, black...
O’, dear, once more
A knock-on-door...
A green is coming...embers fall
Toll, does it toll, well...let it toll once more...
Alone I kiss, fallen light
On this dark night
Alone like this...breath on ice
Cold on starlight
O’, come, ye, vanity of vanities
Beauty, blight
To feast upon the woes of elegance
Eyes of white
O’, dear, once more
A knock-on-door...
A green is coming...embers fall
Toll, does it toll, well...let it toll once more...
Alone I kiss, fallen light
On this dark night
Alone like this...breath on ice
Cold on starlight -
10. Datura Purr (04:02)copyBehold, an angel, slew
His brass, all smearing rouge
A serpent crawling through
Each petal plucked by you...
O’, flower of the night
Angel of the frozen light
O’, how I fell with you
In noxious powder plumes
Barbed wire, stuck like glue
In those forbidden roots...
O’, flower of the night
Angel of the frozen light -
11. Angel's Envy (04:20)copyA hoof on cobblestone
It's underneath, the light is waning
In every nerve and bone
You've severed off, this cold-light, snow...
Hello, a flower cold as ice
The dawn has come and gone
In darkness, comes a siren's bite
A rose as black as blood
How could you sell your soul?
Lipstick that smears the angels gold
Who's evangelical?
It's just my star that Jesus stole...
Hello, a flower cold as ice
The dawn has come and gone
In darkness, comes a siren's bite
A rose as black as blood
Dauer: 55:32
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Zusätzliche Informationen
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«Vanitas Vanitatum»: Vor uns liegt eine erlesene Reise durch einen verlassenen Wintergarten, in dem unter einer dünnen Eiskruste die Ewigkeit selbst erstarrt ist.
Bilder verwelkender Rosen und der eisige Atem der Kälte verweben sich zu einer einheitlichen Atmosphäre majestätischer Melancholie.
Die Aufmerksamkeit gilt der Zerbrechlichkeit des Daseins: vom stillen Flüstern fallender Blätter bis zu den kalten Umarmungen des Marmors.
Mythologische Schatten von Pan und Janus begegnen biblischen Motiven und legen menschliche Schwäche und Bitterkeit vergangener Verluste frei.
Die Ästhetik des Verwelkens ist in feiner Spitze und dem herben Duft getrockneter Blütenblätter festgehalten.
Der scharfe Stahl der Sichel steht neben der Zärtlichkeit von Seide, und Sternenlicht zittert in erstarrten Tränen porzellanener Statuen.
Die Zeit hält inne und lässt einen allein mit der großen Stille und dem unvermeidlichen Finale zurück.
Es ist an der Zeit, die Türen zu diesem Reich des ewigen Winters zu öffnen und den ganzen Atem wahrhaften Vergessens zu spüren.
Bilder verwelkender Rosen und der eisige Atem der Kälte verweben sich zu einer einheitlichen Atmosphäre majestätischer Melancholie.
Die Aufmerksamkeit gilt der Zerbrechlichkeit des Daseins: vom stillen Flüstern fallender Blätter bis zu den kalten Umarmungen des Marmors.
Mythologische Schatten von Pan und Janus begegnen biblischen Motiven und legen menschliche Schwäche und Bitterkeit vergangener Verluste frei.
Die Ästhetik des Verwelkens ist in feiner Spitze und dem herben Duft getrockneter Blütenblätter festgehalten.
Der scharfe Stahl der Sichel steht neben der Zärtlichkeit von Seide, und Sternenlicht zittert in erstarrten Tränen porzellanener Statuen.
Die Zeit hält inne und lässt einen allein mit der großen Stille und dem unvermeidlichen Finale zurück.
Es ist an der Zeit, die Türen zu diesem Reich des ewigen Winters zu öffnen und den ganzen Atem wahrhaften Vergessens zu spüren.
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