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Aphellion
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Metal
Aphellion fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 1999 por Napalm Records Handels GmbH como parte del álbum Beyond the Veil
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Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 1999
Sello discográficoNapalm Records Handels GmbH
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM80

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Tristania
Tristania
Intérprete
Morten Veland
Morten Veland
Voz principal
Vibeke Stene
Vibeke Stene
Voz principal
Osten Bergoy
Osten Bergoy
Voz principal
Einar Moen
Einar Moen
Programación
Anders Høyvik Hidle
Anders Høyvik Hidle
Guitarra eléctrica
Rune Østerhus
Rune Østerhus
Bajo eléctrico
Kenneth Olsson
Kenneth Olsson
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Morten Veland
Morten Veland
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Tristania
Tristania
Producción
T. Refsnes
T. Refsnes
Producción

Letra

Yearning for days of yore (in elysian daydreams)
Burn with a fatal gloss (a confounding mirror of souls)
Dance with the winterwinds (in thy visions so sanguine)
Glance upon Stygian streams (where lies hidden a pale secrecy)
Hark... lures of the siren
Yearn for the days when blithe thou was
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Sworn to a secrecy (an arcanum devotee
Mourning a life with thee (a descendance of watery argentine)
Trance of thy frailty (endure the exsanguine)
Glance beyond closed eyelids (the conundrum of all mysteries)
Hark... lures of the siren
Yearn for the days when blithe thou was
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Spiritus sana me verberis in detrimentis
Ergo solum da requiem
Yearning for days of yore (in elysian daydreams)
Burn with a fatal gloss (a confounding mirror of souls)
Dance with the winterwinds (in thy visions so sanguine)
Glance upon Stygian streams (where lies hidden)
Crossing in life
My heart
With silver in times
I'm weak
Crossing in life
My heart with silver in times
I'm weak... too weak
Wan circling skies secretes... silvering sorrow
Precious to me Aphelion
Thou are the fields where we wither still
Exhaust in thy waning world
My Aphelion
On a broken mirror
Where the veils of night and day seems as one
May thy lids gather again on a vast and frail crusade
Invigoration of pain pervation this time
Written by: Morten Veland
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