标题:In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
标签:
总谱
艺人:Agalloch
专辑:The Mantle
作曲:Agalloch
制谱人:Original: Jim Wright, Modified by Kirborg (08-2020)
附注:
Original by Jim Wright retrieved on Ultimate Guitar.
-Updates version of the one posted by "Jim Wright" on
UG. I've kept some of the original parts from that
version but modified or rewrote most to more
accurately resemble the original song. Also added bass
and drums to play along with.
-Some guitar parts hard to discern due to very layered
production of the original song. I've tried to differentiate
the different guitars as closely as possible and most
should be accurate. The first solo section is actually 3
recorded guitar parts that overlap
-Bass and drums variations are not fully tabbed out,
bass should be reasonably accurate but the drums are
very rough and done to provide background track for
playing along with the song. They do not
accurately resemble the drums from the original song.
Don't recommend learning drums from this tab.
-Acoustic guitars are stereo panned in original
production, haven't done so in the tab but just for
completionist's sake I've mentioned it here
节拍:
Moderate ♩ = 120
注释:after first repeat slide in from above
标记:IntroBass and Drums enterMain themeQuietVerse 1ChorusVerse 2Celeberation for the Death of Man motifSolo 1Solo 1 (cont'd)Solo 1 (cont'd)Breakdown6/8 SectionLead GuitarVerse 1Chorus 1Verse 2Chorus 2InstrumentalBuildupBuildup (cont'd)Epic sectionSolo 2Verse 3Outro
歌词:
Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'til the lost forsaken endless. . .
This is where I choose to tread
Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .
Then God is not dead
I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .
. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .
. . .wash away. . .
. . .fade away. . .
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land
