म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

क्रेडिट्स

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edward Gardner
Edward Gardner
Conductor
London Philharmonic Orchestra
London Philharmonic Orchestra
Orchestra
London Philharmonic Choir
London Philharmonic Choir
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergei Rachmaninoff
Sergei Rachmaninoff
Composer
Edgar Allen Poe
Edgar Allen Poe
Poetry
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Hatch
Mike Hatch
Recording Engineer
Nick Parker
Nick Parker
Producer

गाने

Hear, hear, the howling of the alarm bell,
like the groaning of a brazen hell.
These sounds, in a wild torment,
keep repeating a tale of horror.
As though begging for help,
hurling cries into the night,
straight into the ears of the dark night,
every sound,
now strange, now shorter, proclaims its terror.
And so great is their terror,
so desperate every shriek,
that the tortured bells,
incapable of ringing out,
can only batter, batter,
and shriek, shriek, shriek,
only weep for mercy
and to the thunderous blaze
address their wails of grief.
But meanwhile the raging fire,
both heedless and tumultuous, ever burns.
From the windows, on the roof,
it soars higher, higher, higher,
as though announcing:
– I want to soar higher, and aflame
meet the beams of moonlight.
I will die, or now, now fly right up to the moon.
O alarm bell, alarm bell, alarm bell,
if you could only take back
the horror, the flames,
the spark, the look,
that first look of the fire,
which you proclaim
with your howls and cries and wails.
But now we are past help,
the flames seethe everywhere,
but now we are past help,
everywhere is fear and wailing.
Your call, this wild, discordant noise,
proclaims our peril,
the hollow sounds of misfortune,
flowing and ebbing like a tide.
We can only hear the waves
in the changing sounds,
now ebbing, now sobbing,
of the brazen groaning surf.
Written by: Sergei Rachmaninoff
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