Asmodee - Langalore / House Of Noise Lyrics
Asmodee - Langalore / House Of Noise Lyrics
[Music by T.C.]
(In Aridema city exist some "Musical houses".
A hole is pierced in every ceiling of every house.
Some drops are falling down in an isolated and hermetically sealed room at reckoned places.
Their falls produce various uncealing sounds : from the crying whispering of the wind in the reeds to the most infernal roaring of waves in a half-submarine cave, but that echoing mass is still celestial and crystalline, and yet in this dazzling and unique noise, in which we have hear one thousand, the house falls asleep.
For Aridemaïs, those noises represent something inexpressible.
It is their father, their mother, their craddle...)
[Langalore]
J'étais à Langalore,
Berceau de femmes magnétisantes;
J'étais à Langalore, cité répulsive,
Délaissé, repoussé, vain désir torturant...
Ô Mur de Langalore... où se retrouvent les évadés du cœur !
Univers térète,
Providence des évadés du monde... qui glissent sur ton flanc...
[House Of Noise]
Tonalités indolentes
Prémisses à l'enfer des cendres
Lumineux éclats
Prémisses au paradis des cendres
Berceau magnétisant
Poussières de timbres fluides et radieux
Tapage hypnotique
Venu des régions démentes
Et qui brûle les fanes de mon désir...
Mur énodé,
Hypnotique foyer glacé
Reçois l'Harmonie,
Invasion céleste,
Comme une vibration miraculeuse et contenue;
Ébriété sonore aux frontières de l'hystérie.
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[Music by T.C.]
(In Aridema city exist some "Musical houses".
A hole is pierced in every ceiling of every house.
Some drops are falling down in an isolated and hermetically sealed room at reckoned places.
Their falls produce various uncealing sounds : from the crying whispering of the wind in the reeds to the most infernal roaring of waves in a half-submarine cave, but that echoing mass is still celestial and crystalline, and yet in this dazzling and unique noise, in which we have hear one thousand, the house falls asleep.
For Aridemaïs, those noises represent something inexpressible.
It is their father, their mother, their craddle...)
[Langalore]
J'étais à Langalore,
Berceau de femmes magnétisantes;
J'étais à Langalore, cité répulsive,
Délaissé, repoussé, vain désir torturant...
Ô Mur de Langalore... où se retrouvent les évadés du cœur !
Univers térète,
Providence des évadés du monde... qui glissent sur ton flanc...
[House Of Noise]
Tonalités indolentes
Prémisses à l'enfer des cendres
Lumineux éclats
Prémisses au paradis des cendres
Berceau magnétisant
Poussières de timbres fluides et radieux
Tapage hypnotique
Venu des régions démentes
Et qui brûle les fanes de mon désir...
Mur énodé,
Hypnotique foyer glacé
Reçois l'Harmonie,
Invasion céleste,
Comme une vibration miraculeuse et contenue;
Ébriété sonore aux frontières de l'hystérie.