sufferion hamartia of prudence

• silentium'un 2003 yılında cıkardıgı son albümü. enfes.
  
  1. the letter
  2. flame still burns
  3. antracone's dream
  4. lost is my name
  5. the wraith at the shore
  6. heart unyielding
  7. the conspiracy
  8. shame forever mine
  9. scoria arrives
  10. dark whispers
  11. the murderer
  12. whiter in silence
  13. the hideaway
  14. the fall
  15. at the cabin
  16. beyond
• enfes bir konsept albümdür.sahip olduğu tracklerin yarısı radioplaylerdir ve çok başarılıdır, kanımca bu albümlerinin altum albümlerinden bile güzel olduğunu söylemek mümkündür.
• bir kaç yıl sonra efsane doom metal albümleri arasında ismini görebileceğimiz albüm. operasi bile yapilabilir. ne acidir ki hakettigi ovguyu tam olarak alamami$tir yani ortada bir "underrated"lik durum soz konusudur. mukemmel bir album... bu kadar fazla duygu yuklu olup o duyguyu dinleyiciye a$ilayabilmeyi ba$aran pek az grup/album vardir.
• doom grubu silentium’un 2003’te çıkardığı ve 1787 ingiltere’sinde geçen harika bir konusu olan konsept albümü. 15 parçanın yer aldığı albümde, 8 parça hikayenin anlatıldığı diyaloglardan oluşuyor. kalan 7 parça ise albümün konsept yapısını oluşturan şarkı sözlerine sahip.
  kemanlar, piyanolar, kadın ve erkek vokaller, atmosferik klavyeler gibi pek çok zenginliğin bulunduğu albümde, diyalogların geçtiği parçalarda son derece başarılı dış sesler de yer alıyor. limandaki martı sesleri, denizdeki dalgalar, gemi güvertesi sesleri, yanan ateş efektleri ve diyaloglardaki seslendirme son derece başarılı. aynı zamanda konuyu oluşturan karakterlerin farklı ingiliz aksanları da diyalogları farklı kılan bir diğer etken.
  parçaların genelde aynı yapıda olduğu ve birbirini tamamladığı albümde, özellikle “dark whispers” parçası öne çıkıyor. brutal death metal ve black metal vokalleri, bayan vokaller ve vintersorg’u andıran melodik erkek vokaller bu parçayı kusursuz kılıyor.
  grubun müziğinde, her doom grubunda görüldüğü gibi paradise lost etkileri göze çarparken, “the old dead tree”, “green carnation”, “borknagar” ve yer yer “cradle of filth”’i andıran pek çok farklı bölüm de görülebiliyor.
  son dönemlerde bu türe ve bu tarz gruplara çok rastlanıyor. her türden dinleyicinin birşeyler bulabilmesi açısından, metalin pek çok farklı türünü iç içe kullanan gruplar şu sıralarda oldukça revaçta. her ne kadar doom metal olarak adlandırılsa da, silentium müziğinde de buna rastlamak mümkün.
  sonuç itibariyle “sufferion - hamartia of prudence”, grup adına olumlu bir adım ve türün meraklılarını memnun edecek türde bir albüm.
• dinledikce daha cok sevilen hatta bagimlilik yapabilen albüm.
  bu albüm silentiumun konsept albüm konusunda astiginin ispati olmasinin yani sira dark whispers,beyond ve shame forever mine gibi mükemmel parcalar icerir.
• aralara müzikler serpiştirilmiş bir radyo tiyatrosu formatında ilerleyen, baş karakter antracon'un karamsar ve saykedelik hikayelerini anlatan harika bir konsept albüm.. özellikle the murderer şarkısı (daha doğrusu skeci) insanın kanını dondurucu bir özellik taşır.
• dinledikçe görüyorum ki bu albümden resmen iki albüm çıkarmış; birincisi radyo tiyatrosu gibi ikincisi ise sağlam bir melodik doom metal albümü.. bir kaç ay önce kepçeyle aldığım silentium albümlerinden ilk başta silip atmayı düşündüm, şimdilerde ise değerinin farkına vardım ve arada canım çektikçe flame still burns, heart unyielding veya shame forever mineı koyup dinliyorum ve albümü silmediğim için mutluluk duyuyorum.
  bunun yanında winamp shuffle mode'undayken araya teatral trackler girince albümün bütün büyüsü bozuluyor, oturup baştan aşağı dinlenmesi tavsiye edilir.
• finlandiyadan çıkan belki de en iyi konsept albüm
  
  1. letter
  2nd of august 1797. his majesty ship "providence". boston.
  
  dear prudence!
  my words can't describe how heavy my burden has been during these few months. the rough
  sea has delayed our journey back for several days the storm is settling now. and the crew is
  hastingly buying and loading cargo. unfortunately it requires my presence. so i'll i send this
  letter with the captain of the "capricorn". the last will of my brother, william, has been a saddening
  task. to try and sell his estate and belongings. his life's toil has grieved me as the
  memories of him come vividly haunting me i miss home. the ways of the new world are not for me, and
  most of all i miss you, i could not believe such hick as i had when i first met you. my endless
  dream is that you could be mine to love, i can only wish, though i think hopelessly, that i could
  make you even partly as happy as i am with you - if only your father would find it in his heart to
  understand our hearts desires over the fact that i am not of noble heir. i wish this voyage of
  grief would be over, i wish i was with you even i'm not at home in the joyous eves, dances and
  masquerades of the court. hopefully you haven't locked your smile behind the door of your room,
  even when i'm gone. i do hope i am worthy enough to make you smile whence i return, my flame still
  burns for you.
  
  yours beloving: antracon.
  
  2. flame still burns
  
  and all the dreams i've ever felt
  failing to reach or comprehend
  the essence of you
  
  ...and all the times i've feared for you
  i've shut the door and passed right through
  the flame burns for you
  
  the emptiness in me
  was filled with you within
  all the hope you sowed in us
  i've crushed and turned to dust
  
  my flame still burns
  hurting you, i'm bleeding too
  
  with every breath i breathe
  with every sight i see
  yet whence i am falling down
  you've put your arms around
  
  my flame still burns
  hurting you, i'm bleeding too
  
  beneath the hollow skies
  your gentle, sunken smile
  slow sway of your white breast
  slumbering breath upon my chest
  
  i've shattered, ripped and torn
  but still you came for more
  all the pain i've put you through
  my flame still burns for you
  
  my flame still burns
  hurting you, i'm bleeding too
  
  3. antracone's dream
  
  [antracon:] prudence?...blood! by god...prudence!
  [scoria:] well, well...i can see your true nature is to be...somewhat hateful
  [antracon:] who are you, wraith... what have you done to her?
  [scoria:] don't worry, she's very much alive ashore...
  [antracon:] this must be a nightmare, god, wake me from this lie
  [scoria:] such a terrible guilt from something you will do most willingly. yes, this nothing but a
  dream. dream of what will become...this will all be true. this is the path to escape the pain and weakness
  [antracon:] no never
  [scoria:] oh, don't be frightened. together we shall accomplish much more powerful deeds than this. we
  can wipe away all that is old and begin another creation. this will be your call to greatness.
  a meaning you have been desiring, my little chosen one
  [antracon:] this will never be...never...i love her. none can ensnare me to such bloodshed
  [scoria:] where pride lost is to be seeked, there love is to be soaked in blood
  [antracon:] prudence, no... prudence
  [scoria:] i'll be watching you, chosen one
  
  [hickson:] sire...wake up...there is something on the deck...we need you there
  [antracon:] prudence?
  [hickson:] at home i think, sire c'mon sire, there has been thievery on board
  
  4. lost is my name
  
  i am the shameless lust in you
  i am the vanity of man
  i am forever strength in you
  i am the one to lift the hand
  
  i am the jealous tongue, the poison dart
  i am the lost one, anger in your heart
  
  i am the hunger, plague and strife
  the virtue stained
  i am the bitter tear you hide
  and pride regained
  
  i am the armour, flame and torch
  i am selfpity blinding you
  i am the spear, blade and the shield
  i am the warlust of the fool
  i am the vicious lies and frauds
  i have been watching every move
  
  lost is my name, yet known by all
  i shall relieve your pain
  "lost is my name, yet called by all"
  i shall release your rage
  
  i am the jealous tongue, the poison dart
  i am the lost one, anger in your heart
  
  i shall betray and bend all rules
  you're mine and arrogant
  i'm in the hate of disapproved
  and fall of man. the fall...!
  the fall of man!
  
  5. the wraith at the shore
  
  [prudence:] my heart is unyielding i am his but alone yet so full of longing awaits whilst he is gone
  [scoria:] hark, such a lovely thing. i can grant you eternal beauty
  [prudence:] who's there? who?
  [scoria:] join me
  [prudence:] where are you!?! are you an angel of god? show thyself!
  [scoria:] i can give you infinite wisdom and power you can not imagine
  [prudence:] what are you? none godly creatures speaks thus!
  [scoria:] i can grant your every dream
  [prudence:] my dreams will follow my betrothed antracon
  [scoria:] antracon!...is weak, mere mortal and this ocean parts you from him
  i can grant you...eternity
  [prudence:] one dawn with my beloved antracon is more precious than infinity without him. my soul is his
  [scoria:] more is the pity for such a waste
  [prudence:] your words are wasted on me, wraith. my heart is full and unyielding!
  [scoria:] i shall claim your soul
  
  6. heart unyielding
  
  my heart is unyielding
  my dreams are fulfilled
  yet so full of longing
  without him it's stilled
  untouched by all evil
  my truelove and i
  my hope and my sole will
  his sight so divine
  
  my heart is stern faithful
  no tempt or a lie
  never bitter nor hateful
  o'er waves chanted sigh
  shamelessly yearn for him
  for his heart i know
  in the winds my lust burning
  in the winds my heart woe
  
  i am your fear of weakness
  i'm your guilt and the fault
  i grant you all eternal
  i grant you all desires
  
  my heart is sheer forthright
  nor guilt neither fault
  no shadows of hellwraith
  no sin to be found
  
  i am your fear of weakness
  i'm your guilt and the fault
  i grant you all eternal
  i grant you all desires
  
  my heart is unyielding
  i am his but alone
  yet so full of longing
  awaits whilst he's gone
  my love stands eternal
  his touch i desire
  wraiths of all infernal
  our love will defy
  
  7. the conspiracy
  
  [i) at the masquerade]
  
  [c.tenheim:] enjoining the evening?
  [scoria:] count tenheim. i presume?
  [c.tenheim:] at your service my lord...?
  [scoria:] you may call me scoria. i've been watching you dance with young baroness prudence, such
  a...lovely creature
  [c.tenheim:] yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even appear
  with her. even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight.
  [scoria:] well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of pleasures
  [c.tenheim:] apparently so, lord scoria. it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let the beauty
  wither ashore.
  [scoria:] look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. wouldn't you like to set those sad
  longing eyes aflame again? to have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight?
  [c.tenheim:] i...i beg your pardon, my lord
  [scoria:] do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. i know exactly how desperately you thirst
  after her. with how much anguish you envy that halfbreed antracon for owning her loyalty.
  [c.tenheim:] if only i could open her eyes from that blindness.
  [scoria:] i think we have a way to remedy that.
  [c.tenheim:] dear sir. are you suggesting that i would do the dirty deed of yours... of god only
  knows what intentions?
  [scoria:] my intentions. are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. i'm not asking you
  to do anything, but to follow your own desires. few words from a loyal servant of your's will do.
  [c.tenheim:] few words. from my servant?
  [scoria:] just a word placed in the ear of antracon's crew. he's ship, "providence", is due to
  southampton within few weeks. when it arrives we can perhaps put one of your servants on the
  payroll all we need is few words, like count tenheim has...
  
  [ii) false tidings]
  
  [lawes:]...slept with young baroness prudence.
  [hickson:] aye! you watch your mouth gadgie. i can't believe it out off her
  [lawes:] that's the bleeding bloody honest truth. by god. mind you. she is the bleeding fiance of the
  owner of this ship and all. didn't stop the mockers or banging her sheets with sir tenheim now did
  it? no no...
  [hickson:] bloody hell...young sir antracon ain't gonna be at all happy when he'll hear about it...
  
  [iii) at the inn]
  
  [antracon:]...i just can not believe it
  [hickson:] well that's what i heard. and the gadgie works for the count and all. well, we better be
  off to london sir. if we are going to be there in decent time.
  [antracon:] no...hickson wait...i am going to stay here at the inn for a while. would you arrange a
  room for me?
  [hickson:] you're sure sir? ah mean. right, you never kin with this stuff. never kin with the ladies,
  tell you that for nothing sir.
  [antracon:] no...she deserved something better... it's all my doing. being away and low breed. all my
  doing...
  
  8. shame forever mine
  
  pain my friend
  in solitude
  this coldness suits me right
  all the pain
  i've struck through you
  is the shame forever mine
  
  i felt you in my shiver
  i hear you in my dreams
  my body numb and linger
  stunned as dark reveals
  
  it breathes the sweat of night air
  it lurks behind my brows
  i'm sorry that you were here
  to witness all my faults
  
  pain my friend...
  
  longing for touch
  longing for arms
  around my hips
  lips for my lips
  
  i'm worn and cast aside
  her thighs lay open wide
  
  yearning for one
  yearning for all
  in lust i beg
  tongue on my neck
  
  i'm worn and cast aside
  her thighs lay open wide
  
  pain my friend...
  
  invitia amente est
  perpetua pudeo mei
  carita suus renovare
  furore et dolore suus
  
  to hurt and bleed this i deserve
  may every tear strike every nerve
  i dwell in depths, where i belong
  just let me sink with flames below
  
  ...with flames below!
  
  let my life, hour by hour,
  like fallen leaf by earth devour
  with hollow end my hollow life
  without her bear my solemn strife
  
  longing for touch...
  
  my emptiness
  yearning for one
  i hide in you
  yearning for all
  the tears i cry
  in lust i beg
  the shame i hide
  tongue on my neck
  
  rain my friend
  you were right
  this emptiness suits me fine
  every torn out
  tear she cried
  are for shame forever mine
  
  shame my friend
  i hide in you
  this loneliness stills the night
  every moment
  without you
  is the shame forever - mine!
  
  9. scoria arrives
  
  [scoria:] well, sir antracon. she left you like a rotten ship? eternity...is a long time to bare guilt.
  [antracon:] how did you get in here? this room is mine!
  [scoria:] yours? if you would have defended what is yours. she would still be with you. don't you
  hate how she made you feel like nothing?
  [antracon:] who are you?
  [scoria:] we were discussing you. why are you taking the blame for her betrayal?
  [antracon:] if anyone. i'm the one who has betrayed. i've always felt like i'm not enough for her.
  still, i don't believe she did...
  [scoria:] oh yes you do. yes you do, i can feel it. she thinks you are too low for such noble family.
  ah, selfpity...doesn't it strangle you sometimes? such a waste for a man who's grandeur and power
  might rise above all this.
  [antracon:] grandeur? my father was a soldier and my mother a low breed spaniard. i shouldn't have
  been worthy enough to wipe miss prudence's boots. let alone ask of her hand...
  [scoria:] why doubt thyself? you could be strong enough to lead armies, to rule kingdoms. i could
  show you your true worth. i could sooth that pain of yours.
  [antracon:] i want to forget this doubt...this fear. i never want to feel this pain again.
  what...what are you
  [scoria:] i am the roar of your pride and self-respect, telling you. that it's not your fault. don't
  let them mock. you. i can offer you strength that rises you high above any doubt, agony and
  self-pity. i am the strength inside telling you that those whores out there are better of dead for
  making a mockery out of you and your kind. every damned one of them. just let me release what's
  inside you...hiding
  
  10. dark whispers
  
  i will be there when you mock thyself
  in the nighttime, when the shadows dance
  i will be there when you burn thyself
  she betrayed you, coldness tears your soul
  
  out of the darkness
  ye've locketh me in
  i have been aneath
  i'll feed your fear
  
  whose is this voice, and why this strayness,
  this bitter rage i can't control?
  
  she'll grind ye down
  she'll throw ye out
  i'll be all hate that hides in ye
  and all the things banished
  
  i shall promise you vast victories
  she will be crawling back on hands and knees
  i shall cease your grief and heavy moan
  i shall stick the blade through every whore
  
  we have no choice, drowned she shall be
  all th' wounds she stroke in thee
  tenfolded striken back in her
  tenfolded every whore shall burn
  
  in dreadful deeds we shall unite
  as one we shall not cease the fight
  i shall set ye on th' throne of night,
  bring forth revenge that you desire
  
  "i grind my teeth, i grind my teeth
  i bite and pull ye deep beneath
  oh, let the children come to me...!"
  
  ...and i shall set, yer desires free
  for dark is our hate
  so let there be rage!
  
  ...and i shall show ye th' sterling strength
  of thousand pariahs
  let there be revenge!
  
  i will be there when you mock thyself...
  
  my sight, has it frailed,
  has darkness prevailed?
  is someone still here with me?
  here in me?
  
  these hands are they mine?
  is this smile or a grin?
  what is this hate in me?
  my love, where is she?
  
  scortum! scortum!
  scornful whores!
  blade or a loin they are yearning for more!
  
  11. the murderer
  
  [cinnamon:] want to have some fun sire?
  [carla:] i'm as fun as it gets
  [antracon:] you
  [carla:] sire?
  [antracon:] yes you. both of you, come here
  [cinnamon:] is there anything we may do for you sire?
  [antracon:] sure my sweet ones...there's something you can do for me.
  [carla:] well... we can surely help such a gent as you...what do you want
  [antracon:] i want you to wither...
  [antracon/scoria:] every whore shall bleed...
  
  12. wither in silence
  
  wither in silence my precious flower
  draining your pith and i devour
  would i crush you in my arms and make you bleed?
  
  i'll hiss my tongue and feast on your ear
  summon the words that you need to hear
  your tears will stain my blade, but i won't feel
  
  twisting my hands around your limbs and
  passing myself through unknown lands
  you're stripped for me to play your every chord
  
  wither in silence my precious flower
  
  wither in silence my lustful flower
  wither and scream until it's over
  i shall crush you in my arms and we shall bleed
  
  nothing to fear i'll slide into you
  just draw me near, i'll see right through you
  the taste of female heat upon your neck
  
  i'm growing stench with bitter breathing
  i'm nothing like you have been dreaming
  i shall know and still let down your every need
  
  wither in silence my precious flower
  
  biting -tearing - your skin
  twisting - tasting - your sweat
  stroking - melting - deep within you
  
  fading - screaming - death grin
  blade in - thrusting - blade out
  
  so wither in silence my lustful flower
  wither and scream before it's over
  as i've crushed you in my arms, together we ...bleed
  
  13. the hideaway
  
  [hickson:] over here, miss. here he is. he wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and i
  went looking for him. i found him here in a poor fettle. i thought i'd better fetch you, miss
  prudence.
  [prudence:] my god it's him...antracon...my love
  [antracon:] their eyes so hollow so hollow
  [prudence:] what's happened to you? why are you all covered in blood?
  [antracon:] every whore shall burn...every whore shall burn
  [prudence:] hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. we've...
  [hickson:] here we go sir prudence...got to get him out of town. we'll take him to my father's
  hunting lodge.
  
  14. the fall
  
  no single kiss, nor touch, nor vow
  dare not say, yet you know how
  so fair and tender came to be
  such sickening sight for me to see
  
  my dark wishes and hate unleashed
  dissolution leads me astray
  utter yet sweet can't be released
  my path painted with scarlet stain
  
  the chains of failure that i had borne
  all the guilt ere has it torn
  out now this torment i've closed the wall
  in life and death my word stands tall
  
  the pain your lust has thrown to me
  i shall return the suffering
  i'll tear your throat and let you bleed
  with steel i'll fill your every need
  
  come take my hand
  i'll give you all my pain
  i'll tempt you fain
  under my shining blade
  hilt in my hands
  woos me like blushing maid
  beauty of whores
  by bodkin sharked and stained
  
  from self-pity awoken, thus
  rewrote our names in crimson dusk
  grandeur and strength untouchable
  in hate our oath unbreakable
  
  i've reached too far, in darkness dwelled
  could i be saved, saved from myself?
  did i miss the point of no return?
  is this the light, or strength i yearned?
  
  set your fate in my hands and we will prevail
  you'll rise to the throne of lands, for you they shall hail
  
  come take my hand...
  
  15. at the cabin
  
  [hickson:] you both all right?
  [prudence:] yes hickson. thank you. you may leave us now. my carriage will take you back to town
  [hickson:] i'd better get going then. good night sir. good night miss.
  [prudence:] now then, feeling any better hmh?
  [antracon/scoria:] we are there when you dance with the shadows. we are there when you mock the
  mirror. we are there when you spread your legs...
  [prudence:] what...my god what has happened to you
  [antracon/scoria:] i shall claim your soul. every whore shall burn... every whore shall burn every...
  [prudence:] any better now that you've bathed clean from that filthy sour stench? what happened to
  you? nobody knew where you vanished after "providence" anchored in southampton. i was worried sick.
  [antracon:] where am i? prudence?
  [prudence:] come here and hold me
  [antracon:] prudence, i've seen a terrible dream. an endless nightmare...murderings and...i
  can't...was it a dream
  [prudence:] were together now everything will be well again, i heard such terrible rumours of you.
  especially from count tenheim.
  [antracon:] count tenheim? the noble count himself?
  [prudence:] what's wrong my love?
  [antracon/scoria:] every whore shall burn!
  [prudence:] no, antracon. no...
  [antracon/scoria:] their eyes so hollow so hollow.
  
  16. beyond
  
  her innocence lay
  shred with a lie
  sweet lips decay
  forever mine
  grandeur of hilt
  do not bear guilt
  eyes wide to see
  your madness in me
  
  in the lanterns pale and sulphur air
  my senses frail, no longer mine.
  
  solace of rage, blinding embrace
  my sweet heart to bleed apart
  foil too painful, shent and wreakful
  to hear or bow to any god's law
  
  their eyes so hollow so hollow
  their words so shallow so shallow
  
  her innocence ravished, by whom is this done?
  such cowardly curse, second to none
  my demons ensnared me with torture and strife
  and now it all ends here by god or a knife
  
  i'm beyond horizon, on the ocean of flame
  i'm numb and paralysed never feeling the pain
  no one can hurt me now, i've left all behind
  beyond of all hope and fear, this void so divine
  
  [ii) anticatharsis]
  
  [antracon:] prudence?...what? blood! by god...prudence!
  [scoria:] well, well...i can see your true nature has finally reached you
  [antracon:] you! you devilish fiend... you're behind this all. it's all nightmare again. i'm on my
  ship and prudence is faithfully waiting ashore..god, wake me from this lie.
  [scoria:] such a terrible noise from what you have done most willingly. this is the truth, here and
  now...the only thing that's not is that you imagined the worst to be true.
  [antracon:] no... prudence.
  [scoria:] take her hand, it's yours now. after all, she remained ever faithful to you
  [antracon:] no...you...you did this... this is all your doing you demon!
  [scoria:] i merely opened your eyes. she's all yours now, like all those whores we have killed.
  [antracon:] my prudence is dead. all is lost.
  [scoria:] lost? come antracon, this is just the beginning. this is humanity at its strongest. to rule
  the life or death of others, to feel no pain, no pity. no mercy or compassion. all the great deeds
  of human are inspired by their lust. lust for power. fame, fortune. the only thing binding man
  down, suffocating him is guilt, shame and pity.
  [antracon:] this is madness, madness. by god...it shall all end here.
  [scoria:] antracon, no...you fool! what a terrible waste. another greatness tossed away. oh you
  mortal fools. short is their time here. and they are so eager to cut it even shorter. well, my chosen
  one, sweet dreams. i'll bit you farewell little ones. i'll claim you at the end.
  
  their eyes so hollow...hollow.
• 4 yil gecti su albümü dinledigim ilk günden bu yana ama her dinleyisimde sanki ilk dinleyisim gibi heyecanlaniyorum, zevk aliyorum. tüm zamanlarin en kaliteli albümlerindendir kanimca.