by Marche Funèbre

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debut EP of Marche Funèbre, released by the band on 500 copies


released March 21, 2009

Arne Vandenhoeck - vocals
Peter Egberghs - lead guitars & vocals
Kurt Blommé - rhythm guitars
Roel Van Doorsselaere - bass guitar & add grunts
Dennis Lefebvre - drums



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Marche Funèbre Mechelen, Belgium

Marche Funèbre was formed in the last days of 2007 with an urge to write and play doom death metal inspired by the early 90s sound.
In the last 9 years, MF has proven to be one of the scene's most hardworking bands, having released 5 quality releases so far and performed over 100 gigs in 10 countries, consolidating the band’s strong live reputation.
The March is coming ... with the sound of DOOM.
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Track Name: The March
Those who march now...
Will not march again
Track Name: The Silent Watcher
Here alone in the dark
I’ve hidden for all these years
Watching as your lives pass by
Never far enough
Never close enough

I’ve known the companion of man
The closeness, the intimacy and the departure
Ripped away from the beloved, by the beloved
I’ve always stayed here by your path
Waiting for a sign to re enter your lives

The pain of the news bites
Soaring through my heart
The hate never did fully mask the love
I watched every move
Cried with your cries
Loathed your enemies
Loathed your friends
Aching from your joy

Waiting for a sign to re enter your lives

I am the silent watcher
Never stray from your path
I am the man in silence
Knocking on the wooden door
I am the silent watcher
Knocking on your conscience

I am the silent watcher
I am the silent watcher
Track Name: Benighted
A cry in the dark
A sigh by dawn

Benighted by nocturnal magick
I dwell to meet a creature most divine
Benighted, I seek night after night

Enslaved by a supernatural desire
I am drawn to Her mythical habitat
Enslaved, I search for Her...

From dusk till dawn
She reigns
Where no light dwells
Thou feelst
Her omnipresent black aura

Bewildered by a strange dark feeling
I have to end my nocturnal search
Bewildered, I stare in Her eyes

O, most gracious Goddess of the Dark
Thou enchanted me with Thy nocturnal charm
Thou truly art a creature most divine
O, Dark Enchantress, make me Thine

O, Nocturnal Angel
Let me look into Thine eyes
Let me locked into Thy arms
Every night from now
Until eternity ends…
Track Name: On Wings of Azrael
Lo! 'Tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre
A play of hopes and fears,
The orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God
Mutter and mumble low,
Hither they fly --
Mere puppets who come and go
At bidding of vast forms
That shift the scene to and fro,
Flapping their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama!
It shall not be forgot!
Its Phantom chased forever more,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that returneth
To the self-same spot,
Much of Madness, more of Sin
Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude!
It writhes! --it writhes! --with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out --out are the lights --out all!
And over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down like a storm,
The angels, pallid and wan,
Unveiling they affirm
The play is the tragedy,
"Man, Its hero the Conqueror Worm.”

“Crushed into the very dust with sorrow
My memory flew back to Ligeia,
The beloved, The august, The entombed.
One night, near the closing in of September
a shadow --a faint,
indefinite shadow of angelic aspect
I saw, fall within the goblet,
by the terror, by the opium and by the hour.”

“Rowena had shaken off the fetters of Death
Arising from the bed of death
I trembled not --I stirred not
She chilled me into stone”

“Shrinking from my touch,
she let fall from her head
long and dishevelled hair
blacker than the raven wings of the midnight!

can I never be mistaken --these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes
of my lost love
of the LADY LIGEIA."