To Drown

by Marche Funèbre

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Valley of Tears A cold wind rose A sigh to chill In the valley of tears The roses’ grave... Love grew like blooming spring A long feast of passion fruit Though loathsome ghosts of the past Silently poisoned the hearts How did it come this far? All seemed fair and bright How did it come this far? To a love without light With every moon new tears came Initiating a catharsis of pain A manmade soul rebirth process That seemed never ever ending And the tears kept coming Like an ever flowing stream Asphyxiating valley into lake A sea of sadness…to drown in Loathsome ghosts of the past Poisoned the hearts And drowned all hope In the valley of tears The rose’s grave...
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The Well that Drowns Me O, dearest Princess Did I still your heart? Did I freeze your blood? That passionate flood I love so much I know I hurt you And the powerlessness To undo this pain To take away the vermin Eating our unspoken bond Is drowning me No word, no smile No blink of my eye Seems to help me now To kill this uncertainty I feel myself slipping away In the well of your thoughts I feel myself In the well that drowns me All I really know Are the tears in my eyes The beating of my heart The lack of… You In my arms The lack of… You In my arms My love Did I still your heart? Did I freeze your blood? That passionate flood I love so much O, dearest Princess All I really know Are the tears in my eyes The beating of my heart The lack of… You In my arms The lack of… Me In your arms The lack of… You In my arms My love
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Joined at agony’s crest The regiment of the hopeless Marching into nothingness The overture for our demise Crowded by despise No manner to tranquilize Our existentional wounds Our reasons laid long broken When pain stopped the world
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All what is said will be forgotten All which is done is in vain For the wise and for the fool There’s no remembrance It is lifted from our hearts all too soon All we have seen are shadows flickering on the wall No truth to be found Just the name of things, great and small We’ve hidden our eyes in darkness Not knowing what the mind was To turn towards the sun Our betrayal of the senses Here, where we breathe Existence is thin Heartbeats gallop And veins rip our skin From all our dreams We are only to awake As our lives unveil A path to forsake As all our seasons fade Into this numbness, mass of grey The sole gift of heaven is the scorching rain From which we turn away with shame All the stories that have been told Are left here for none to behold All under the sun will wash away Whilst the desertion of god lasts forever As every statue crumbles The great absence is felt In the end, pain condemns our consciousness All we have done has lead to our downfall “Vanity of all vanities, all is in vain”
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Whispers creep in me Like splinters of glass on a crimson shore Voices from the outside Bleed my veins into cold dry rivers This awkward feeling from my inner depths Awoke my state of growing unease Uncertain… I await my storm… A ghastly flood into the darkest of me Do I always end up there? With tears and a broken I? A book full of words, hollow and empty At the end, in the dark corner The Dark Corner – where no one looks Behind the curtains – where no one hears The Dark Corner – where no one feels But me… Every fresh start with a golden shine Crumbles in a void of unspoken words Any brilliant prospect fades Into another dreadful ending… Betrayed, and stabbed in the back Bruised – beaten – broken My heart hurt, yet still alive … Far away from the light Have I called it upon me… once again? Is it my destiny to end behind the curtains? … Far away from the light At the end, in the dark corner The Dark Corner – where no one looks Behind the curtains – where no one hears The Dark Corner – Where no one feels But me…
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Viens sur mon coeur, âme cruelle et sourde, Tigre adoré, monstre aux airs indolents; Je veux longtemps plonger mes doigts tremblants Dans l'épaisseur de ta crinière lourde; Come to my heart, cold viper-soul malign, Beloved tiger, hydra indolent; Long will I drag my hands incontinent And quivering, through this vast loosed mane of thine; Long will I bury throbbing brow and head Among thy skirts all redolent of thee, And breathe — a blighted flower of perfidy — The fading odour of my passion dead. Dans tes jupons remplis de ton parfum Ensevelir ma tête endolorie, Et respirer, comme une fleur flétrie, Le doux relent de mon amour défunt. I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep! In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore, I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep. Je veux dormir! dormir plutôt que vivre! Dans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort, J'étalerai mes baisers sans remords Sur ton beau corps poli comme le cuivre. Pour engloutir mes sanglots apaisés Rien ne me vaut l'abîme de ta couche; L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche, Et le Léthé coule dans tes baisers. I'll sleep, not live! I'll lose myself in sleep! In slumber soft as Death's uncertain shore, I'll sleep and sow my drowsy kisses o'er Thy polished coppery arms and bosom deep. To drown my sobs and still my spirit — o! No boon but thine abysmal bed avails; Poppied oblivion from thy mouth exhales And through thy kisses floods of Lethe flow. So to my doom, henceforward my desire, I shall submit as one predestinate; And like a martyr, calm, immaculate, Whose fervour prods again his flickering pyre, I'll suck, to drown my hate's eternal smart, Nepenthe, and good bitter hemlock brew, From the sharp rose-buds of thy breast, anew, Thy breast that never did contain a heart. À mon destin, désormais mon délice, J'obéirai comme un prédestiné; Martyr docile, innocent condamné, Dont la ferveur attise le supplice, Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur, Le népenthès et la bonne ciguë Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aiguë Qui n'a jamais emprisonné de coeur.

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released June 1, 2011

recording line-up:
Arne Vandenhoeck - vocals
Peter Egberghs - lead guitars and vocals
Kurt Blommé - rhythm guitars
Roel Van Doorsselaere - bass
Dennis Lefebvre - drums

Music and lyrics by Marche Funèbre 2008-2010
except Lethe: lyrics by Charles Baudelaire ‘Le Léthé’ (Les Épaves, 1866), with official translation by George Dillon (1936)

Recorded at Excess Studios, Rotterdam in October 2010.
Engineered by Hans Pieters & Chris Van der Valk.
Mixed & Produced by Hans & Marche Funèbre in November-December 2010.
Mastered by Hans Pieters in January 2011

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Marche Funèbre Mechelen, Belgium

Marche Funèbre was formed in 2008 with an urge to write and play doom death metal inspired by the early 90s sound.
MF has proven to be one of the scene's most hardworking bands, having released 8 quality releases so far and performed over 150 gigs in 15+ countries, consolidating the band’s strong live reputation.
The March is coming ... with the sound of DOOM.
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