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标题:Phosphene
副标题:Transcribed by sn7221 (syntonic.C@gmail.com) w/ corrections by DSOfan97
艺人:Deathspell Omega
专辑:Paracletus
作词:Deathspell Omega
作曲:Deathspell Omega
制谱人:2015 sn7221 (syntonic.C@gmail.com)
附注:
Not entirely sure about section A-2. It's hard to hear the notes ringing out. Note sure about drums in section C. All the stuff in A-3/A-4 is really close but it's not exactly right. I promise that Hasjarl is playing mostly what is written. Pretty confident about section B and D/D1. Corrections (1/12/15) from DSOfan97: - Fixed the tone cluster that rings out in the first beat of section B guitar. - Fixed diminished chords played in section B after the pick scrape. - Alternate positioning for section D. - Completely reworked D1 for me - I had it totally off! I added a bit more of the variation to the top notes of the chords hear as I heard them. - Added the variation brass patch in the final repeat of D1.
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 128
注释:Thanks to DSOFan97 for all his corrections!Pick scrapeThis chord doesn't playback! Sorry...Not sure, hard to hear.Not sure about this first beatNot sure about first half Thanks to DSOFan97 for all his corrections!Pick scrapeThis chord doesn't playback! Sorry...Not sure, hard to hear.Not sure about this first beatNot sure about first half Thanks to DSOFan97 for all his corrections!Thanks to DSOFan97 for all his corrections!
标记:AA-1AA-1A-2_BB_CCAA-3A-4A-3.1A-2A-3.1_DDD1DD1.1
歌曲: Phosphene
歌词:
Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury!
Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the earth
Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke?
Thus many went astray at once
The others wandered hazardously through endless mazes
The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright
And very few horrors in the world could match in terror
The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom
They bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh
Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water
They bend their tongues for this divine balm
Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste
The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance
A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours
Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise
Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and loses substance
Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom
The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer
Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them
and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost.
Assaillis par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphènes célestes
On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ