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I See Phantoms of Hatred and of the Heart's Fullness and of the Coming Emptiness

Nap Eyes

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OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Muziekvideo

Muziekvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Nap Eyes

Performer

Nigel Chapman

Vocals

Brad Labelle

Synthesizer

Brad Loughead

Guitar

Josh Salter

Synthesizer

Seamus Dalton

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nigel Chapman

Songwriter

Brad Loughead

Songwriter

Josh Salter

Songwriter

Seamus Dalton

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nap Eyes

Producer

Nigel Chapman

Recording Engineer

Brad Labelle

Mixing Engineer

Josh Salter

Cover Art

Josh Bonati

Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]

I see phantoms of hatred and of the heart's fullness and of the coming emptiness

I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone

A mist that is like blown snow is sweeping over all

Valley, rivers, and elms, under the light of a moon

That seems unlike itself, that seems unchangeable

A glittering sword out of the east, a puff of wind

And those white, glimmering fragments of the mist sweep by

Frenzies bewilder, reveries perturb the mind

Monstrous familiar images swim to the mind's eye

[Chorus]

"Vengeance upon the murderers," the cry goes up

"Vengeance for Jacques Molay," in cloud-pale rags, or in lace

The rage-driven, rage-tormented, and rage-hungry troop

Trooper belabouring trooper, biting at arm or at face

Plunges towards nothing, arms and fingers spreading wide

For the embrace of nothing, and I, my wits astray

Because of all that senseless tumult, all but cried

For vengeance on the murderers of Jacques Molay

[Verse 2]

Their legs long, delicate, and slender, aquamarine their eyes

Magical unicorns bear ladies on their backs

The ladies close their musing eyes, no prophecies

Remembered out of Babylonian almanacs

Have closed the ladies' eyes, their minds are but a pool

Where even longing drowns under its own excess

Nothing but stillness can remain when hearts are full

Of their own sweetness, bodies of their loveliness

[Chorus]

The cloud-pale unicorns, the eyes of aquamarine

The quivering half-closed eyelids, the rags of cloud or of lace

Or eyes that rage has brightened, arms it has made lean

Give place to an indifferent multitude, give place

To brazen hawks, nor self-delighting reverie

Nor hate of what's to come, nor pity for what's gone

Nothing but grip of claw, and the eye's complacency

The innumerable clanging wings that have put out the moon

[Verse 3]

I turn away and shut the door, and on the stair

Wonder how many times I could have proved my worth

In something that all others understand or share

But O! ambitious heart, had such a proof drawn forth

A company of friends, a conscience set at ease

It had but made us pine the more, the abstract joy

The half-read wisdom of daemonic images

Suffice the ageing man as once the growing boy

Written by: Brad Loughead, Josh Salter, Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton

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