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Hands of Despair
Members | |
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Current | |
Maxime Côté | Guitars (2008-present) |
Member(bands): Catuvolcus | |
Fx Jodoin | Bass (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Fateless | |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Consilium, Sanguine Glacialis | |
Jeffrey MacDermott | Vocals (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Hollow, Frozen | |
Past | |
David-Alexandre Brousseau | Bass, Vocals (2011-?) |
Étienne Gallo | Drums (2014-2020) |
Member(bands): Quadrivium, Yves Custeau (live), Catuvolcus, Disembarkation, Augury, Talamyus, Vengeful, Aborted (live), Neuraxis (live), Negativa |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Hereafter | Full-length | 2011 | Show album |
2 | Bereft | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
3 | Well of the Disquieted | Full-length | 2018 | Show album |
Hereafter
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 24th, 2011 | Independent | |||
March 23rd, 2015 | Deathbound Records | DBR 003 | CD | Digipak |
March 23rd, 2015 | Deathbound Records | Digital |
Members | |
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Band members | |
David-Alexandre Brousseau | Bass, Vocals |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
David Cloutier | Guitars |
Lyle Cooper | Drums |
Egan O’Rourke | Vocals (clean) (Tracks 1, 6) |
Pierre-Aleksandr Plessix | Vocals (additional) (Tracks 3, 6) |
Vanessa Lapierre Chevarie | Vocals (female) (Track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Lyrics |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Departure | 10:50 | |
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2. | Shattered Memories | 07:47 | |
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3. | Them | 07:13 | |
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4. | Underworld | 07:13 | |
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5. | Creator | 11:56 | |
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6. | The Road | 09:02 | |
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Bereft
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 9th, 2016 | Deathbound Records | DBR 015 | CD | Digipak |
February 9th, 2016 | Deathbound Records | Digital |
Members | |
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Maxime Côté | Guitars |
François-Xavier Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeff Mott | Vocals |
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1. | Reborn | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Awakening from my slumber, Limbs laced by the price of my salvation, Darkness fills the air, On this cold autumnal morning, Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began. I feel them everywhere around me, Red iris staining my path. Their hands are choking my throat, Trying to kill the remnants of my humanity. Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began, I hear the sound of the waves collapsing against the cliffs, Reminder that the light beacon draws near. Crows are drawing circles in the cold skies, Omen of what has to come, I hear the sound of the ocean, Coming from what is now a memory left behind I left everything behind... Omen of what has to come. And then far, really far away, I saw her hair, dark strands flowing at the window. Even by the distance I could smell her poison, I could remember what she had done,to me, to them... I hear the sound of their madness, Echoes from beyond the ocean, I can feel their grief, Their deception, their pain. I cannot make it this time, I have to leave and come back, Sometime when the moon grows dark anew I will come back and find you. I wish I could have stayed there, By the fires, by the graves, I wish I could forgive, But somewhere in the fog of my migrains, I know I will never do. I couldn’t make it this time, I had to leave and come back, This time as the moon Is dark anew I will come back and find you, |
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2. | Bereft | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
Partit, Libéré doucement d’un avenir chancelant. Flétrit, Érodé par le temps, Emporté subitement. En cet automne fatal L’horloge s’est arête, Le fil fut coupé. La Mort s’est invitée, Du tranchant de sa lame Récolte cette vieille âme. D’innombrables vies Éradiquées, toutes, d’un seul geste, Réincarnation de la peste. Fléau sans merci, L’inévitable pour tous ceux qui portent ce chancre, si nombreux. Pourtant si fier, si sage, si vivant, Le parasite s’incruste sournoisement. Pourtant si fort, si droit, si endurant, À l’intérieur, la corruption s’étend. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. Affligés, sombrants dans le deuil. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. |
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3. | Sleeper | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
Vivid memories, carving into your soul, Etched upon the being, perennial. Twisted destinies, apart we shall grow, Forgotten, deceit, misery, cast down, forlorn. Obscured memories, faint marks onto your soul, Searching for the means, return, rejoin. In sleep lies the key, when the door is shown, Cross the gate, relive, ephemeral. Chronos turns the sands, Held on to the past. Chronos churns the sands, Onward and on, no use in turning back. Never turning back. No more looking back. To dwell in the past is to live in vain. Fondness for the years, sad, those who remain. Move forward and let go of the pain. For to live in the mind yields no true gain. Hazy memories, cast out of your soul, Etched upon the being, perpetual. |
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4. | Veil | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Somewhere beyond a snowy mountain range Stood a tree rooted In regrets, Reaching the sky. Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. Feeding on the souls of the dead, It was our greatest fear, A mark left by insanity, A symptom of our misery, Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. |
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5. | Remnants | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
A vale of green with buds of white A place of succor from the strife Where flows a river, stream of life To feed the flora It covers the ground with drops of silver A misty morning cloak The grasses grow tall and taller The birches and oaks A vale of green on mountainside Mountains of frost towering high Where glows the sun, the silver shines A swarm of rays A young soldier lies here No helmet covers his head His mouth is slightly opened Upon the fresh cress he bathes He slumbers, pale, under the sky Laid on the grass where rains the light He slumbers, pale, under the sky Smiling as would smile a sickly child He slumbers far too deep For countless hours, asleep His flesh is cold as the evening Please, Nature, warmly cradle him The scent of Nectar in the air Does not his nostrils stir He’s sleeping underneath the sun His fingers sprawled across his chest He’s sleeping underneath the sun His hand upon his breast Tranquil It’s pouring out It gushes out Two red holes Perforate his side Crimson holes Letting run his life It’s pouring out Splashing ‘pon the leaves of grass It gushes out Return to the soil Blood red soil Blood red |
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6. | Étoc | 09:44 | Show lyrics |
Ce goût vicié d’un indomptable, D’un impalpable enflammement, Cette tentation, elle te frappera comme les autres Ne fuit pas ce ciel obscur, affronte Peu importe la sombreur des âmes Dresse toi tel l’aube De tes bottes, tu as usé bien des routes, Ta volonté inénarrable en a surpri plus d’un La leur gisant déjà bien oubliée Dans ce vide qui les tourmente Mais, comme eux, tu ne pourras résister l’atteinte de l’inassouvissable clepsydre elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais et ce même si elle te pousse dans ces dédales noircies De l’oblitération mentale et mémorielle elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais Tel la chaîne reliant l’ancre Sache rester fort, fier, debout! Affronte les Tempêtes, Affronte les flots Qui reviendront incessamment N’erre pas trop loin de ta condition N’erre plus, la presse saura te faucher Sache rester droit. Sache redevenir toi Sache te tenir droit |
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7. | Veil | 15:00 | Show lyrics |
Beyond the sight of human eye Beyond the sight of seers Beyond the bounds of space and time Towards nothingness we steer Through the light of myriad suns Wreathed all in flames Spewing tongues of scorching amber A final expiring flare Astray, yet conscious of our destination To err through nothing To wander the emptiness To seek the end The vortex that lies in wait Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed into the void Down the hole in the stars All that was learned All that was known Existence turned to oblivion Funneled in Vertigo Drawing in The eye, it grows The eye of the storm The pitch black hole Many light years wide Feasting on the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, hull is shattered, live no more The core of the maelstrom The fathomless hole Many lives it wipes Devouring the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, I shall live nevermore Astray Yet destination reached Err to nothingness Sought the end |
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Well of the Disquieted
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 6th, 2018 | Deathbound Records | DBR 021 | CD | Digipak |
April 6th, 2018 | Deathbound Records | Digital | ||
April 6th, 2018 | Return to Analog | RTA-041 | 3 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Fx Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeffrey MacDermott | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Vena Kava | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Luc Lemay | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Sébastien Croteau | Vocals (additional) (tracks 4, 8) |
Marie-Hélène Landry | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Iza Lavoie | Vocals (additional) (tracks 6, 8) |
Eva Hunt | Vocals (additional) (track 5) |
David Gagné | Guitars (lead) (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Travis Smith | Artwork |
Antoine Baril | Recording (drums) |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing |
Hugues Deslauriers | Mastering, Reamping |
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1. | L’invasion I - Encres troubles | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
“Au crépuscule d’une vie, d’un soir, voici l’histoire d’un homme, las d’une vie emplie, qui prend la plume, contemplant sa propre perte.” L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ces pages, encore une fois, l’alcool ne suffit plus, le désir, cette grande mascarade de l’ennui; “Désormais affaibli, au terme d’une existence parsemée d’accomplissements, tu as su offrir ta jeunesse, ta fougue et ton sang, dans l’espoir d’édifier passionnément ce monde, d’y parachever l’Utopie.» Que de rêveries vaines!” Repoussante entité s’éprenant à nouveau de mon être. Repoussante entité s’enracinant à nouveau en moi! Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume... Cherchant plutôt l’accord de l’être au matériel, j’ai bien vu le sablier s’écouler, Au rythme de mes ivresses, de l’amour des proches, de tous ces détours intentionnels et les années qui défilèrent. Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume, à cette voix. "Qu’en reste-t-il désormais, à l’heure de l’introspection? Ces regards indifférents d’une jeunesse apathique? Ce monde n’est plus que déchirures et j’y ai produit ma part de poussières..." |
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2. | L’invasion II - La salve | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant la nuit, encore une fois, les heures fuient sans apaisement. Une force noire guide mes pensées. Je le sais au fond de mes cogitations, cet être, incontrôlable, parangon de mon désespoir, déjà sa plume m’appelle. En cette nuit, l’horreur d’une résistance! Futilité! Je sombre en lui, de par mes mots, je te promets, tu verras à nouveau! ”Vois s’élever déjà le vent de la décadence qui ébranle, d’acharnement, l’accomplissement. En es-tu toujours aussi fier, éphémère passager? L’oeil du temps ne sait pas épargner.” Serrant le poing d’une inutile rage, appréhension d’un funeste destin. Pour cette cause, injection de sens en mes jours, ai-je vraiment la force de contempler ce déclin? “Lentement, le brouillard de l’ignorance recouvrira les nécessaires réalisations d’hier, tes larmes n’empêchant rien. Tu assisteras, le moment venu, à l’oubli d’un idéal, sacrifices de plusieurs.” Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’esprit telle une prison (telle une prison!) Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’écrit telle une libération (telle une libération!) Que restera-t-il, sinon les ruines de l’acte? Sombres vestiges d’un monde dans lesquels j’erre encore. “Et qu’attends-tu encore? Qu’espères-tu y faire, toi, poussière parmi les souffrants du sablier? Ne ressens-tu pas déjà ces chaînes qui t’emprisonnent? Le temps, l’ennemi commun des hommes t’a fait prisonnier de ton incapacité!” |
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3. | L’invasion III - L’élégie | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ma vie, à nouveau s’essouffle ma volonté. Son étreinte m’enlise dans les affres du tourment. “Où est ta place désormais? Ce monde t’a rejeté. Dans ces ruines qui pavent ton existence, ne perçois-tu pas ton reflet? » Béante noirceur, de son voile couvrant ce quotidien. Que de jours fades, que sommeils sans repos (sans repos!) Aaahhhh! Sombres agitations! Seul face à l’abîme, plus que cette haine lancinante qui spolie, enlaidie tout ce qui m’entoure. ”Vieil homme, pour la première fois, tu contemples la mort. Ne crains pas, elle te sourit. Désormais s’ouvrent pour toi les mains du désespoir.” |
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4. | Doppelganger | 12:41 | Show lyrics |
Memory’s faint, a dark and musty place, drapes beyond the door: “What’s this you’re lookin’ for?” Stepped inside the tent. “Come hither, my friend.” She sits me on the floor: “Found you what was looked for?” The Master shakes it in her hands, marked with the runes of foreign lands, a handful of blackened telling bones divining times and tales forlorn. She lets them roll unto the rug, a wicked smile and then, a shrug, for what she reads upon the bones: “A rancid omen”, said the crone. She then proceeds to grab my hand, place it upon a withered deck of Tarot, wrought with runes inscribed, divining fates with astounding sight. The draw of figures, one by one, the table set, oh! Ancient Gods, to peer and see what Past has said, what Present writes, what Future held. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, reveal what the fates have ordained. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Ascendancy, self is shown, delving much deeper inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, drink from the wisdom inside. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, obey what the fates have arranged. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Materiality, worth is shown, finding the riches inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, consume the nectar inside. This is I, / This is you... cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet, strange enough, seeing myself! Turned away, / In the end... gone astray, / ‘Round the bend... constant for lifetimes and lifetimes! Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner search for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. This is you, / This is I? through and through / Cards won’t lie. Forever leaving constructs behind. Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet,strange enough, seeing yourself! This is I, / This is you? cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner quest for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. Thus it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! Now it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! It all comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! It was all for this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! So it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! And it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! Seek the core for the vein and take it out. Seek the core for the vein, pull it out. Find the source of the vein and rip it out. Find the source of the vein and tear it apart. |
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5. | La ballade des gens heureux | 12:57 | Show lyrics |
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. - V. Elle court se perdre dans ses écrits mondains. Noyer sa peine comme la pointe de sa plume. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les pensées diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées intruses, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard éteint observe sans fin, fenêtre en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection fortuite, rêverie construite, malsain. Abandonner, s’exiler. Elle court se perdre dans les bras de sa soeur. Noyer sa peine dans les élans de son coeur. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les amours diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées impures, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard certain observe sans fin, le monde en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection construite, rêverie fortuite, enfin Capituler, s’effacer. Les voix envahissent son psyché, les vers s’évaporent. Sublimés telle la fumée au bout de sa cigarette. Il l’appelle, cherchant une réponse, un banal questionnement. Il ère, insurmontable sentiment, l’assourdissant son du silence. Il trouve ce déferlement de mots, une avalanche d’encre. Il ère encore, cet insoutenable sentiment l’assourdissant son du silence. Résolue, évasive et errante, elle sortait sans missive. Existence, pour elle, plus sombre, qu’une ombre en vue au bout du tunnel. D’un pas décidé, elle franchit la rive. Son corps sombrera, pâle, à la dérive. Lentement, Virginia s’enlise dans l’eau. Le poids de ces pierres scelle son tombeau. |
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6. | Pressure | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In dreary cubes of faded steel and sullen stone, on leveled fields, formerly green, now washed away, where cattle gather everyday. Strinding on reluctantly through hardship, pain and malady. Push forward, lacking energy to barely live comfortably. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. It stands, oppressive, above all, casts shadows, long, and reaching far. It towers high above the sea of greyish thoughts and blackened dreams. Reaching deep to carry on in spite of this anthemic song of grieved and dark, sorrowful wails heard far and wide across the plains. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. Depressed and drained, it takes its toll, no rest, no loose nor space at all. It digs and claws within with ease, a viral, serpent-like disease. Its poison seeps into the pores, pervading deep through countless sores. It coils and slithers and constricts, yet no bite mark it needs inflict. We have fallen, fallen under pressure. |
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7. | Amok | 10:35 | Show lyrics |
Betrayal, sin of the highest form, devoid of decency, honor, blind to the insolence. Transgressing without regards the sacred bonds, union of faith, Against time and tradition, against blood and kin. Retribution, vengeance, reprisals, just one step away. When the time has come, all shall be undone, there will be no one to prevent the consummation of my will. Self-isolation, secludedness for meditation afore the tragedy. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Pondering malefaction, callous perfidy, committed through disgrace and blatant odium. Sensory overload, smoldering inside, simmering before the boil. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Corrupted, convulsive, convoluted, corrosive. Ensnared by rage, possessed, swollen with hate. Fulminating, justice, slitting the sentence. Amok Tristia, mentis morbum, dolorem, vindicta. End, deed is done, no more cares, thoughts are gone. Not yet dead, neither awake, in a blank state of consciousness. Not a dream. Who are you? Who are they? Who are all? Memories lost, still no nightmare, not a name, not a life, not a man. |
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8. | Body and Souls | 16:00 | Show lyrics |
In the tower chamber, on its musty floor, through the dim-lit stained glass, she shows her glow. The only comfort to support the woe, to abide the presence of many a sentience. A crippled body, a vessel so frail, a mind teeming with countless hail. Warring, endless, struggles to fall, to others’ madness, a battlefield invisible to all. They keep on calling, yet ‘tis not mine. Familiar it sounds, although unknown. It’s a name I’ve used, it’s a name I know, Its name I was given, as many more. Body and Souls I’m on my own... No you’re not! No you’re not! Leave me alone! Let us see. Let us touch. Let us feel! Begone from my thoughts, my dreams, my head. We will stand! We will stay, much to your great dismay! Is there no freedom but death? Please let me be! We want in! We want out! My mind’s for me. For us too. Not just you. Let us through! I keep thinking that it’s not real, so unreal. It’s not fair! It’s MY turn! In despair our need burns! Do they not care the way I feel? “We were all born here.” “I will take the reins, I will fly!” “Let us be as you.” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” “We can reach understanding.” These limbs carry me! “We all need to learn to share.” “Put your head through the noose, it is time.” “Equals in this impasse.” “You can’t take MY body, it is MINE!” “The spores of hate bud away...” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” Need to put and end to this! “Kick the seat down NOW!” Borne into this life stranded, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown. Borne into this life caged in here, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown, a yearning to take control... In the tower chamber, upon the flooring boards, through the dim-lit stained glass, a pool of crimson glows. |
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Hereafter
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David-Alexandre Brousseau | Bass, Vocals |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
David Cloutier | Guitars |
Lyle Cooper | Drums |
Egan O’Rourke | Vocals (clean) (Tracks 1, 6) |
Pierre-Aleksandr Plessix | Vocals (additional) (Tracks 3, 6) |
Vanessa Lapierre Chevarie | Vocals (female) (Track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Lyrics |
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1. | The Departure | 10:50 | |
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2. | Shattered Memories | 07:47 | |
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3. | Them | 07:13 | |
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4. | Underworld | 07:13 | |
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5. | Creator | 11:56 | |
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6. | The Road | 09:02 | |
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Hereafter
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David-Alexandre Brousseau | Bass, Vocals |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
David Cloutier | Guitars |
Lyle Cooper | Drums |
Egan O’Rourke | Vocals (clean) (Tracks 1, 6) |
Pierre-Aleksandr Plessix | Vocals (additional) (Tracks 3, 6) |
Vanessa Lapierre Chevarie | Vocals (female) (Track 3) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Lyrics |
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1. | The Departure | 10:50 | |
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2. | Shattered Memories | 07:47 | |
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3. | Them | 07:13 | |
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4. | Underworld | 07:13 | |
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5. | Creator | 11:56 | |
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6. | The Road | 09:02 | |
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Hereafter
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David-Alexandre Brousseau | Bass, Vocals |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
David Cloutier | Guitars |
Lyle Cooper | Drums |
Egan O’Rourke | Vocals (clean) (Tracks 1, 6) |
Pierre-Aleksandr Plessix | Vocals (additional) (Tracks 3, 6) |
Vanessa Lapierre Chevarie | Vocals (female) (Track 3) |
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Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Lyrics |
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2. | Shattered Memories | 07:47 | |
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3. | Them | 07:13 | |
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4. | Underworld | 07:13 | |
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5. | Creator | 11:56 | |
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6. | The Road | 09:02 | |
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Bereft
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Maxime Côté | Guitars |
François-Xavier Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeff Mott | Vocals |
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1. | Reborn | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Awakening from my slumber, Limbs laced by the price of my salvation, Darkness fills the air, On this cold autumnal morning, Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began. I feel them everywhere around me, Red iris staining my path. Their hands are choking my throat, Trying to kill the remnants of my humanity. Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began, I hear the sound of the waves collapsing against the cliffs, Reminder that the light beacon draws near. Crows are drawing circles in the cold skies, Omen of what has to come, I hear the sound of the ocean, Coming from what is now a memory left behind I left everything behind... Omen of what has to come. And then far, really far away, I saw her hair, dark strands flowing at the window. Even by the distance I could smell her poison, I could remember what she had done,to me, to them... I hear the sound of their madness, Echoes from beyond the ocean, I can feel their grief, Their deception, their pain. I cannot make it this time, I have to leave and come back, Sometime when the moon grows dark anew I will come back and find you. I wish I could have stayed there, By the fires, by the graves, I wish I could forgive, But somewhere in the fog of my migrains, I know I will never do. I couldn’t make it this time, I had to leave and come back, This time as the moon Is dark anew I will come back and find you, |
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2. | Bereft | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
Partit, Libéré doucement d’un avenir chancelant. Flétrit, Érodé par le temps, Emporté subitement. En cet automne fatal L’horloge s’est arête, Le fil fut coupé. La Mort s’est invitée, Du tranchant de sa lame Récolte cette vieille âme. D’innombrables vies Éradiquées, toutes, d’un seul geste, Réincarnation de la peste. Fléau sans merci, L’inévitable pour tous ceux qui portent ce chancre, si nombreux. Pourtant si fier, si sage, si vivant, Le parasite s’incruste sournoisement. Pourtant si fort, si droit, si endurant, À l’intérieur, la corruption s’étend. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. Affligés, sombrants dans le deuil. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. |
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3. | Sleeper | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
Vivid memories, carving into your soul, Etched upon the being, perennial. Twisted destinies, apart we shall grow, Forgotten, deceit, misery, cast down, forlorn. Obscured memories, faint marks onto your soul, Searching for the means, return, rejoin. In sleep lies the key, when the door is shown, Cross the gate, relive, ephemeral. Chronos turns the sands, Held on to the past. Chronos churns the sands, Onward and on, no use in turning back. Never turning back. No more looking back. To dwell in the past is to live in vain. Fondness for the years, sad, those who remain. Move forward and let go of the pain. For to live in the mind yields no true gain. Hazy memories, cast out of your soul, Etched upon the being, perpetual. |
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4. | Veil | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Somewhere beyond a snowy mountain range Stood a tree rooted In regrets, Reaching the sky. Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. Feeding on the souls of the dead, It was our greatest fear, A mark left by insanity, A symptom of our misery, Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. |
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5. | Remnants | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
A vale of green with buds of white A place of succor from the strife Where flows a river, stream of life To feed the flora It covers the ground with drops of silver A misty morning cloak The grasses grow tall and taller The birches and oaks A vale of green on mountainside Mountains of frost towering high Where glows the sun, the silver shines A swarm of rays A young soldier lies here No helmet covers his head His mouth is slightly opened Upon the fresh cress he bathes He slumbers, pale, under the sky Laid on the grass where rains the light He slumbers, pale, under the sky Smiling as would smile a sickly child He slumbers far too deep For countless hours, asleep His flesh is cold as the evening Please, Nature, warmly cradle him The scent of Nectar in the air Does not his nostrils stir He’s sleeping underneath the sun His fingers sprawled across his chest He’s sleeping underneath the sun His hand upon his breast Tranquil It’s pouring out It gushes out Two red holes Perforate his side Crimson holes Letting run his life It’s pouring out Splashing ‘pon the leaves of grass It gushes out Return to the soil Blood red soil Blood red |
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6. | Étoc | 09:44 | Show lyrics |
Ce goût vicié d’un indomptable, D’un impalpable enflammement, Cette tentation, elle te frappera comme les autres Ne fuit pas ce ciel obscur, affronte Peu importe la sombreur des âmes Dresse toi tel l’aube De tes bottes, tu as usé bien des routes, Ta volonté inénarrable en a surpri plus d’un La leur gisant déjà bien oubliée Dans ce vide qui les tourmente Mais, comme eux, tu ne pourras résister l’atteinte de l’inassouvissable clepsydre elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais et ce même si elle te pousse dans ces dédales noircies De l’oblitération mentale et mémorielle elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais Tel la chaîne reliant l’ancre Sache rester fort, fier, debout! Affronte les Tempêtes, Affronte les flots Qui reviendront incessamment N’erre pas trop loin de ta condition N’erre plus, la presse saura te faucher Sache rester droit. Sache redevenir toi Sache te tenir droit |
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7. | Veil | 15:00 | Show lyrics |
Beyond the sight of human eye Beyond the sight of seers Beyond the bounds of space and time Towards nothingness we steer Through the light of myriad suns Wreathed all in flames Spewing tongues of scorching amber A final expiring flare Astray, yet conscious of our destination To err through nothing To wander the emptiness To seek the end The vortex that lies in wait Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed into the void Down the hole in the stars All that was learned All that was known Existence turned to oblivion Funneled in Vertigo Drawing in The eye, it grows The eye of the storm The pitch black hole Many light years wide Feasting on the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, hull is shattered, live no more The core of the maelstrom The fathomless hole Many lives it wipes Devouring the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, I shall live nevermore Astray Yet destination reached Err to nothingness Sought the end |
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01:03:11 |
Bereft
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
François-Xavier Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeff Mott | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Reborn | 10:11 | Show lyrics |
Awakening from my slumber, Limbs laced by the price of my salvation, Darkness fills the air, On this cold autumnal morning, Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began. I feel them everywhere around me, Red iris staining my path. Their hands are choking my throat, Trying to kill the remnants of my humanity. Will I forgive, Will I linger on, My future is uncertain, My past obstructs me, Will I find them, Iron shadows of the dark, To end it here, Where it all began, I hear the sound of the waves collapsing against the cliffs, Reminder that the light beacon draws near. Crows are drawing circles in the cold skies, Omen of what has to come, I hear the sound of the ocean, Coming from what is now a memory left behind I left everything behind... Omen of what has to come. And then far, really far away, I saw her hair, dark strands flowing at the window. Even by the distance I could smell her poison, I could remember what she had done,to me, to them... I hear the sound of their madness, Echoes from beyond the ocean, I can feel their grief, Their deception, their pain. I cannot make it this time, I have to leave and come back, Sometime when the moon grows dark anew I will come back and find you. I wish I could have stayed there, By the fires, by the graves, I wish I could forgive, But somewhere in the fog of my migrains, I know I will never do. I couldn’t make it this time, I had to leave and come back, This time as the moon Is dark anew I will come back and find you, |
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2. | Bereft | 08:02 | Show lyrics |
Partit, Libéré doucement d’un avenir chancelant. Flétrit, Érodé par le temps, Emporté subitement. En cet automne fatal L’horloge s’est arête, Le fil fut coupé. La Mort s’est invitée, Du tranchant de sa lame Récolte cette vieille âme. D’innombrables vies Éradiquées, toutes, d’un seul geste, Réincarnation de la peste. Fléau sans merci, L’inévitable pour tous ceux qui portent ce chancre, si nombreux. Pourtant si fier, si sage, si vivant, Le parasite s’incruste sournoisement. Pourtant si fort, si droit, si endurant, À l’intérieur, la corruption s’étend. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. Affligés, sombrants dans le deuil. Déchire les liens, Détruit sans lendemain. |
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3. | Sleeper | 09:05 | Show lyrics |
Vivid memories, carving into your soul, Etched upon the being, perennial. Twisted destinies, apart we shall grow, Forgotten, deceit, misery, cast down, forlorn. Obscured memories, faint marks onto your soul, Searching for the means, return, rejoin. In sleep lies the key, when the door is shown, Cross the gate, relive, ephemeral. Chronos turns the sands, Held on to the past. Chronos churns the sands, Onward and on, no use in turning back. Never turning back. No more looking back. To dwell in the past is to live in vain. Fondness for the years, sad, those who remain. Move forward and let go of the pain. For to live in the mind yields no true gain. Hazy memories, cast out of your soul, Etched upon the being, perpetual. |
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4. | Veil | 04:09 | Show lyrics |
Somewhere beyond a snowy mountain range Stood a tree rooted In regrets, Reaching the sky. Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. Feeding on the souls of the dead, It was our greatest fear, A mark left by insanity, A symptom of our misery, Piercing our hearts, Burning our flesh, It led us to our demise, None could escape its veil, deathly white. |
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5. | Remnants | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
A vale of green with buds of white A place of succor from the strife Where flows a river, stream of life To feed the flora It covers the ground with drops of silver A misty morning cloak The grasses grow tall and taller The birches and oaks A vale of green on mountainside Mountains of frost towering high Where glows the sun, the silver shines A swarm of rays A young soldier lies here No helmet covers his head His mouth is slightly opened Upon the fresh cress he bathes He slumbers, pale, under the sky Laid on the grass where rains the light He slumbers, pale, under the sky Smiling as would smile a sickly child He slumbers far too deep For countless hours, asleep His flesh is cold as the evening Please, Nature, warmly cradle him The scent of Nectar in the air Does not his nostrils stir He’s sleeping underneath the sun His fingers sprawled across his chest He’s sleeping underneath the sun His hand upon his breast Tranquil It’s pouring out It gushes out Two red holes Perforate his side Crimson holes Letting run his life It’s pouring out Splashing ‘pon the leaves of grass It gushes out Return to the soil Blood red soil Blood red |
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6. | Étoc | 09:44 | Show lyrics |
Ce goût vicié d’un indomptable, D’un impalpable enflammement, Cette tentation, elle te frappera comme les autres Ne fuit pas ce ciel obscur, affronte Peu importe la sombreur des âmes Dresse toi tel l’aube De tes bottes, tu as usé bien des routes, Ta volonté inénarrable en a surpri plus d’un La leur gisant déjà bien oubliée Dans ce vide qui les tourmente Mais, comme eux, tu ne pourras résister l’atteinte de l’inassouvissable clepsydre elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais et ce même si elle te pousse dans ces dédales noircies De l’oblitération mentale et mémorielle elle prend, elle gruge, elle coupe, elle détruit, elle ne t’oublie jamais Tel la chaîne reliant l’ancre Sache rester fort, fier, debout! Affronte les Tempêtes, Affronte les flots Qui reviendront incessamment N’erre pas trop loin de ta condition N’erre plus, la presse saura te faucher Sache rester droit. Sache redevenir toi Sache te tenir droit |
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7. | Veil | 15:00 | Show lyrics |
Beyond the sight of human eye Beyond the sight of seers Beyond the bounds of space and time Towards nothingness we steer Through the light of myriad suns Wreathed all in flames Spewing tongues of scorching amber A final expiring flare Astray, yet conscious of our destination To err through nothing To wander the emptiness To seek the end The vortex that lies in wait Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Singularity in the dark A whirlpool of planets stars and all Ignition of doomsday Explosion at the core Conflagration consuming matter Drawing in stars and their cosmic lore Sucked in throughout the cosmos Succumb to the pressure Rent and torn in the vortex, swirling Scream as your soul is swallowed into the void Down the hole in the stars All that was learned All that was known Existence turned to oblivion Funneled in Vertigo Drawing in The eye, it grows The eye of the storm The pitch black hole Many light years wide Feasting on the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, hull is shattered, live no more The core of the maelstrom The fathomless hole Many lives it wipes Devouring the celestial Reaping, reaching mass, critical No mere stars, but galaxies eaten whole Wrecking, breathing failure, life support Cracking, I shall live nevermore Astray Yet destination reached Err to nothingness Sought the end |
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01:03:11 |
Well of the Disquieted
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Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Fx Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeffrey MacDermott | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Vena Kava | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Luc Lemay | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Sébastien Croteau | Vocals (additional) (tracks 4, 8) |
Marie-Hélène Landry | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Iza Lavoie | Vocals (additional) (tracks 6, 8) |
Eva Hunt | Vocals (additional) (track 5) |
David Gagné | Guitars (lead) (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Travis Smith | Artwork |
Antoine Baril | Recording (drums) |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing |
Hugues Deslauriers | Mastering, Reamping |
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1. | L’invasion I - Encres troubles | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
“Au crépuscule d’une vie, d’un soir, voici l’histoire d’un homme, las d’une vie emplie, qui prend la plume, contemplant sa propre perte.” L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ces pages, encore une fois, l’alcool ne suffit plus, le désir, cette grande mascarade de l’ennui; “Désormais affaibli, au terme d’une existence parsemée d’accomplissements, tu as su offrir ta jeunesse, ta fougue et ton sang, dans l’espoir d’édifier passionnément ce monde, d’y parachever l’Utopie.» Que de rêveries vaines!” Repoussante entité s’éprenant à nouveau de mon être. Repoussante entité s’enracinant à nouveau en moi! Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume... Cherchant plutôt l’accord de l’être au matériel, j’ai bien vu le sablier s’écouler, Au rythme de mes ivresses, de l’amour des proches, de tous ces détours intentionnels et les années qui défilèrent. Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume, à cette voix. "Qu’en reste-t-il désormais, à l’heure de l’introspection? Ces regards indifférents d’une jeunesse apathique? Ce monde n’est plus que déchirures et j’y ai produit ma part de poussières..." |
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2. | L’invasion II - La salve | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant la nuit, encore une fois, les heures fuient sans apaisement. Une force noire guide mes pensées. Je le sais au fond de mes cogitations, cet être, incontrôlable, parangon de mon désespoir, déjà sa plume m’appelle. En cette nuit, l’horreur d’une résistance! Futilité! Je sombre en lui, de par mes mots, je te promets, tu verras à nouveau! ”Vois s’élever déjà le vent de la décadence qui ébranle, d’acharnement, l’accomplissement. En es-tu toujours aussi fier, éphémère passager? L’oeil du temps ne sait pas épargner.” Serrant le poing d’une inutile rage, appréhension d’un funeste destin. Pour cette cause, injection de sens en mes jours, ai-je vraiment la force de contempler ce déclin? “Lentement, le brouillard de l’ignorance recouvrira les nécessaires réalisations d’hier, tes larmes n’empêchant rien. Tu assisteras, le moment venu, à l’oubli d’un idéal, sacrifices de plusieurs.” Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’esprit telle une prison (telle une prison!) Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’écrit telle une libération (telle une libération!) Que restera-t-il, sinon les ruines de l’acte? Sombres vestiges d’un monde dans lesquels j’erre encore. “Et qu’attends-tu encore? Qu’espères-tu y faire, toi, poussière parmi les souffrants du sablier? Ne ressens-tu pas déjà ces chaînes qui t’emprisonnent? Le temps, l’ennemi commun des hommes t’a fait prisonnier de ton incapacité!” |
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3. | L’invasion III - L’élégie | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ma vie, à nouveau s’essouffle ma volonté. Son étreinte m’enlise dans les affres du tourment. “Où est ta place désormais? Ce monde t’a rejeté. Dans ces ruines qui pavent ton existence, ne perçois-tu pas ton reflet? » Béante noirceur, de son voile couvrant ce quotidien. Que de jours fades, que sommeils sans repos (sans repos!) Aaahhhh! Sombres agitations! Seul face à l’abîme, plus que cette haine lancinante qui spolie, enlaidie tout ce qui m’entoure. ”Vieil homme, pour la première fois, tu contemples la mort. Ne crains pas, elle te sourit. Désormais s’ouvrent pour toi les mains du désespoir.” |
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4. | Doppelganger | 12:41 | Show lyrics |
Memory’s faint, a dark and musty place, drapes beyond the door: “What’s this you’re lookin’ for?” Stepped inside the tent. “Come hither, my friend.” She sits me on the floor: “Found you what was looked for?” The Master shakes it in her hands, marked with the runes of foreign lands, a handful of blackened telling bones divining times and tales forlorn. She lets them roll unto the rug, a wicked smile and then, a shrug, for what she reads upon the bones: “A rancid omen”, said the crone. She then proceeds to grab my hand, place it upon a withered deck of Tarot, wrought with runes inscribed, divining fates with astounding sight. The draw of figures, one by one, the table set, oh! Ancient Gods, to peer and see what Past has said, what Present writes, what Future held. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, reveal what the fates have ordained. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Ascendancy, self is shown, delving much deeper inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, drink from the wisdom inside. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, obey what the fates have arranged. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Materiality, worth is shown, finding the riches inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, consume the nectar inside. This is I, / This is you... cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet, strange enough, seeing myself! Turned away, / In the end... gone astray, / ‘Round the bend... constant for lifetimes and lifetimes! Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner search for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. This is you, / This is I? through and through / Cards won’t lie. Forever leaving constructs behind. Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet,strange enough, seeing yourself! This is I, / This is you? cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner quest for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. Thus it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! Now it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! It all comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! It was all for this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! So it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! And it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! Seek the core for the vein and take it out. Seek the core for the vein, pull it out. Find the source of the vein and rip it out. Find the source of the vein and tear it apart. |
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5. | La ballade des gens heureux | 12:57 | Show lyrics |
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. - V. Elle court se perdre dans ses écrits mondains. Noyer sa peine comme la pointe de sa plume. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les pensées diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées intruses, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard éteint observe sans fin, fenêtre en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection fortuite, rêverie construite, malsain. Abandonner, s’exiler. Elle court se perdre dans les bras de sa soeur. Noyer sa peine dans les élans de son coeur. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les amours diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées impures, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard certain observe sans fin, le monde en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection construite, rêverie fortuite, enfin Capituler, s’effacer. Les voix envahissent son psyché, les vers s’évaporent. Sublimés telle la fumée au bout de sa cigarette. Il l’appelle, cherchant une réponse, un banal questionnement. Il ère, insurmontable sentiment, l’assourdissant son du silence. Il trouve ce déferlement de mots, une avalanche d’encre. Il ère encore, cet insoutenable sentiment l’assourdissant son du silence. Résolue, évasive et errante, elle sortait sans missive. Existence, pour elle, plus sombre, qu’une ombre en vue au bout du tunnel. D’un pas décidé, elle franchit la rive. Son corps sombrera, pâle, à la dérive. Lentement, Virginia s’enlise dans l’eau. Le poids de ces pierres scelle son tombeau. |
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6. | Pressure | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In dreary cubes of faded steel and sullen stone, on leveled fields, formerly green, now washed away, where cattle gather everyday. Strinding on reluctantly through hardship, pain and malady. Push forward, lacking energy to barely live comfortably. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. It stands, oppressive, above all, casts shadows, long, and reaching far. It towers high above the sea of greyish thoughts and blackened dreams. Reaching deep to carry on in spite of this anthemic song of grieved and dark, sorrowful wails heard far and wide across the plains. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. Depressed and drained, it takes its toll, no rest, no loose nor space at all. It digs and claws within with ease, a viral, serpent-like disease. Its poison seeps into the pores, pervading deep through countless sores. It coils and slithers and constricts, yet no bite mark it needs inflict. We have fallen, fallen under pressure. |
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7. | Amok | 10:35 | Show lyrics |
Betrayal, sin of the highest form, devoid of decency, honor, blind to the insolence. Transgressing without regards the sacred bonds, union of faith, Against time and tradition, against blood and kin. Retribution, vengeance, reprisals, just one step away. When the time has come, all shall be undone, there will be no one to prevent the consummation of my will. Self-isolation, secludedness for meditation afore the tragedy. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Pondering malefaction, callous perfidy, committed through disgrace and blatant odium. Sensory overload, smoldering inside, simmering before the boil. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Corrupted, convulsive, convoluted, corrosive. Ensnared by rage, possessed, swollen with hate. Fulminating, justice, slitting the sentence. Amok Tristia, mentis morbum, dolorem, vindicta. End, deed is done, no more cares, thoughts are gone. Not yet dead, neither awake, in a blank state of consciousness. Not a dream. Who are you? Who are they? Who are all? Memories lost, still no nightmare, not a name, not a life, not a man. |
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8. | Body and Souls | 16:00 | Show lyrics |
In the tower chamber, on its musty floor, through the dim-lit stained glass, she shows her glow. The only comfort to support the woe, to abide the presence of many a sentience. A crippled body, a vessel so frail, a mind teeming with countless hail. Warring, endless, struggles to fall, to others’ madness, a battlefield invisible to all. They keep on calling, yet ‘tis not mine. Familiar it sounds, although unknown. It’s a name I’ve used, it’s a name I know, Its name I was given, as many more. Body and Souls I’m on my own... No you’re not! No you’re not! Leave me alone! Let us see. Let us touch. Let us feel! Begone from my thoughts, my dreams, my head. We will stand! We will stay, much to your great dismay! Is there no freedom but death? Please let me be! We want in! We want out! My mind’s for me. For us too. Not just you. Let us through! I keep thinking that it’s not real, so unreal. It’s not fair! It’s MY turn! In despair our need burns! Do they not care the way I feel? “We were all born here.” “I will take the reins, I will fly!” “Let us be as you.” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” “We can reach understanding.” These limbs carry me! “We all need to learn to share.” “Put your head through the noose, it is time.” “Equals in this impasse.” “You can’t take MY body, it is MINE!” “The spores of hate bud away...” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” Need to put and end to this! “Kick the seat down NOW!” Borne into this life stranded, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown. Borne into this life caged in here, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown, a yearning to take control... In the tower chamber, upon the flooring boards, through the dim-lit stained glass, a pool of crimson glows. |
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01:17:44 |
Well of the Disquieted
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Fx Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeffrey MacDermott | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Eva Hunt | Vocals (additional) (track 5) |
Marie-Hélène Landry | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
David Gagné | Guitars (lead) (track 2) |
Iza Lavoie | Vocals (additional) (tracks 6, 8) |
Vena Kava | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Luc Lemay | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Sébastien Croteau | Vocals (additional) (tracks 4, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Travis Smith | Artwork |
Antoine Baril | Recording (drums) |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing |
Hugues Deslauriers | Mastering, Reamping |
Tracks | |||
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1. | L’invasion I - Encres troubles | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
“Au crépuscule d’une vie, d’un soir, voici l’histoire d’un homme, las d’une vie emplie, qui prend la plume, contemplant sa propre perte.” L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ces pages, encore une fois, l’alcool ne suffit plus, le désir, cette grande mascarade de l’ennui; “Désormais affaibli, au terme d’une existence parsemée d’accomplissements, tu as su offrir ta jeunesse, ta fougue et ton sang, dans l’espoir d’édifier passionnément ce monde, d’y parachever l’Utopie.» Que de rêveries vaines!” Repoussante entité s’éprenant à nouveau de mon être. Repoussante entité s’enracinant à nouveau en moi! Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume... Cherchant plutôt l’accord de l’être au matériel, j’ai bien vu le sablier s’écouler, Au rythme de mes ivresses, de l’amour des proches, de tous ces détours intentionnels et les années qui défilèrent. Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume, à cette voix. "Qu’en reste-t-il désormais, à l’heure de l’introspection? Ces regards indifférents d’une jeunesse apathique? Ce monde n’est plus que déchirures et j’y ai produit ma part de poussières..." |
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2. | L’invasion II - La salve | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant la nuit, encore une fois, les heures fuient sans apaisement. Une force noire guide mes pensées. Je le sais au fond de mes cogitations, cet être, incontrôlable, parangon de mon désespoir, déjà sa plume m’appelle. En cette nuit, l’horreur d’une résistance! Futilité! Je sombre en lui, de par mes mots, je te promets, tu verras à nouveau! ”Vois s’élever déjà le vent de la décadence qui ébranle, d’acharnement, l’accomplissement. En es-tu toujours aussi fier, éphémère passager? L’oeil du temps ne sait pas épargner.” Serrant le poing d’une inutile rage, appréhension d’un funeste destin. Pour cette cause, injection de sens en mes jours, ai-je vraiment la force de contempler ce déclin? “Lentement, le brouillard de l’ignorance recouvrira les nécessaires réalisations d’hier, tes larmes n’empêchant rien. Tu assisteras, le moment venu, à l’oubli d’un idéal, sacrifices de plusieurs.” Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’esprit telle une prison (telle une prison!) Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’écrit telle une libération (telle une libération!) Que restera-t-il, sinon les ruines de l’acte? Sombres vestiges d’un monde dans lesquels j’erre encore. “Et qu’attends-tu encore? Qu’espères-tu y faire, toi, poussière parmi les souffrants du sablier? Ne ressens-tu pas déjà ces chaînes qui t’emprisonnent? Le temps, l’ennemi commun des hommes t’a fait prisonnier de ton incapacité!” |
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3. | L’invasion III - L’élégie | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ma vie, à nouveau s’essouffle ma volonté. Son étreinte m’enlise dans les affres du tourment. “Où est ta place désormais? Ce monde t’a rejeté. Dans ces ruines qui pavent ton existence, ne perçois-tu pas ton reflet? » Béante noirceur, de son voile couvrant ce quotidien. Que de jours fades, que sommeils sans repos (sans repos!) Aaahhhh! Sombres agitations! Seul face à l’abîme, plus que cette haine lancinante qui spolie, enlaidie tout ce qui m’entoure. ”Vieil homme, pour la première fois, tu contemples la mort. Ne crains pas, elle te sourit. Désormais s’ouvrent pour toi les mains du désespoir.” |
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4. | Doppelganger | 12:41 | Show lyrics |
Memory’s faint, a dark and musty place, drapes beyond the door: “What’s this you’re lookin’ for?” Stepped inside the tent. “Come hither, my friend.” She sits me on the floor: “Found you what was looked for?” The Master shakes it in her hands, marked with the runes of foreign lands, a handful of blackened telling bones divining times and tales forlorn. She lets them roll unto the rug, a wicked smile and then, a shrug, for what she reads upon the bones: “A rancid omen”, said the crone. She then proceeds to grab my hand, place it upon a withered deck of Tarot, wrought with runes inscribed, divining fates with astounding sight. The draw of figures, one by one, the table set, oh! Ancient Gods, to peer and see what Past has said, what Present writes, what Future held. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, reveal what the fates have ordained. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Ascendancy, self is shown, delving much deeper inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, drink from the wisdom inside. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, obey what the fates have arranged. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Materiality, worth is shown, finding the riches inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, consume the nectar inside. This is I, / This is you... cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet, strange enough, seeing myself! Turned away, / In the end... gone astray, / ‘Round the bend... constant for lifetimes and lifetimes! Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner search for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. This is you, / This is I? through and through / Cards won’t lie. Forever leaving constructs behind. Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet,strange enough, seeing yourself! This is I, / This is you? cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner quest for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. Thus it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! Now it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! It all comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! It was all for this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! So it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! And it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! Seek the core for the vein and take it out. Seek the core for the vein, pull it out. Find the source of the vein and rip it out. Find the source of the vein and tear it apart. |
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5. | La ballade des gens heureux | 12:57 | Show lyrics |
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. - V. Elle court se perdre dans ses écrits mondains. Noyer sa peine comme la pointe de sa plume. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les pensées diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées intruses, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard éteint observe sans fin, fenêtre en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection fortuite, rêverie construite, malsain. Abandonner, s’exiler. Elle court se perdre dans les bras de sa soeur. Noyer sa peine dans les élans de son coeur. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les amours diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées impures, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard certain observe sans fin, le monde en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection construite, rêverie fortuite, enfin Capituler, s’effacer. Les voix envahissent son psyché, les vers s’évaporent. Sublimés telle la fumée au bout de sa cigarette. Il l’appelle, cherchant une réponse, un banal questionnement. Il ère, insurmontable sentiment, l’assourdissant son du silence. Il trouve ce déferlement de mots, une avalanche d’encre. Il ère encore, cet insoutenable sentiment l’assourdissant son du silence. Résolue, évasive et errante, elle sortait sans missive. Existence, pour elle, plus sombre, qu’une ombre en vue au bout du tunnel. D’un pas décidé, elle franchit la rive. Son corps sombrera, pâle, à la dérive. Lentement, Virginia s’enlise dans l’eau. Le poids de ces pierres scelle son tombeau. |
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6. | Pressure | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In dreary cubes of faded steel and sullen stone, on leveled fields, formerly green, now washed away, where cattle gather everyday. Strinding on reluctantly through hardship, pain and malady. Push forward, lacking energy to barely live comfortably. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. It stands, oppressive, above all, casts shadows, long, and reaching far. It towers high above the sea of greyish thoughts and blackened dreams. Reaching deep to carry on in spite of this anthemic song of grieved and dark, sorrowful wails heard far and wide across the plains. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. Depressed and drained, it takes its toll, no rest, no loose nor space at all. It digs and claws within with ease, a viral, serpent-like disease. Its poison seeps into the pores, pervading deep through countless sores. It coils and slithers and constricts, yet no bite mark it needs inflict. We have fallen, fallen under pressure. |
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7. | Amok | 10:35 | Show lyrics |
Betrayal, sin of the highest form, devoid of decency, honor, blind to the insolence. Transgressing without regards the sacred bonds, union of faith, Against time and tradition, against blood and kin. Retribution, vengeance, reprisals, just one step away. When the time has come, all shall be undone, there will be no one to prevent the consummation of my will. Self-isolation, secludedness for meditation afore the tragedy. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Pondering malefaction, callous perfidy, committed through disgrace and blatant odium. Sensory overload, smoldering inside, simmering before the boil. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Corrupted, convulsive, convoluted, corrosive. Ensnared by rage, possessed, swollen with hate. Fulminating, justice, slitting the sentence. Amok Tristia, mentis morbum, dolorem, vindicta. End, deed is done, no more cares, thoughts are gone. Not yet dead, neither awake, in a blank state of consciousness. Not a dream. Who are you? Who are they? Who are all? Memories lost, still no nightmare, not a name, not a life, not a man. |
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8. | Body and Souls | 16:00 | Show lyrics |
In the tower chamber, on its musty floor, through the dim-lit stained glass, she shows her glow. The only comfort to support the woe, to abide the presence of many a sentience. A crippled body, a vessel so frail, a mind teeming with countless hail. Warring, endless, struggles to fall, to others’ madness, a battlefield invisible to all. They keep on calling, yet ‘tis not mine. Familiar it sounds, although unknown. It’s a name I’ve used, it’s a name I know, Its name I was given, as many more. Body and Souls I’m on my own... No you’re not! No you’re not! Leave me alone! Let us see. Let us touch. Let us feel! Begone from my thoughts, my dreams, my head. We will stand! We will stay, much to your great dismay! Is there no freedom but death? Please let me be! We want in! We want out! My mind’s for me. For us too. Not just you. Let us through! I keep thinking that it’s not real, so unreal. It’s not fair! It’s MY turn! In despair our need burns! Do they not care the way I feel? “We were all born here.” “I will take the reins, I will fly!” “Let us be as you.” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” “We can reach understanding.” These limbs carry me! “We all need to learn to share.” “Put your head through the noose, it is time.” “Equals in this impasse.” “You can’t take MY body, it is MINE!” “The spores of hate bud away...” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” Need to put and end to this! “Kick the seat down NOW!” Borne into this life stranded, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown. Borne into this life caged in here, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown, a yearning to take control... In the tower chamber, upon the flooring boards, through the dim-lit stained glass, a pool of crimson glows. |
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01:17:44 |
Well of the Disquieted
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Maxime Côté | Guitars |
Fx Jodoin | Bass |
Étienne Gallo | Drums |
Alexandre Primeau | Guitars |
Jeffrey MacDermott | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Marie-Hélène Landry | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Eva Hunt | Vocals (additional) (track 5) |
Iza Lavoie | Vocals (additional) (tracks 6, 8) |
David Gagné | Guitars (lead) (track 2) |
Vena Kava | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Luc Lemay | Vocals (additional) (track 8) |
Sébastien Croteau | Vocals (additional) (tracks 4, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Travis Smith | Artwork |
Antoine Baril | Recording (drums) |
Maxime Côté | Recording, Mixing |
Hugues Deslauriers | Mastering, Reamping |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | L’invasion I - Encres troubles | 06:31 | Show lyrics |
“Au crépuscule d’une vie, d’un soir, voici l’histoire d’un homme, las d’une vie emplie, qui prend la plume, contemplant sa propre perte.” L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ces pages, encore une fois, l’alcool ne suffit plus, le désir, cette grande mascarade de l’ennui; “Désormais affaibli, au terme d’une existence parsemée d’accomplissements, tu as su offrir ta jeunesse, ta fougue et ton sang, dans l’espoir d’édifier passionnément ce monde, d’y parachever l’Utopie.» Que de rêveries vaines!” Repoussante entité s’éprenant à nouveau de mon être. Repoussante entité s’enracinant à nouveau en moi! Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume... Cherchant plutôt l’accord de l’être au matériel, j’ai bien vu le sablier s’écouler, Au rythme de mes ivresses, de l’amour des proches, de tous ces détours intentionnels et les années qui défilèrent. Au couchant de ma vie, je ne trouve plus la force, d’étouffer le regret. Ce sont ces mots qui me lient, à cette plume, à cette voix. "Qu’en reste-t-il désormais, à l’heure de l’introspection? Ces regards indifférents d’une jeunesse apathique? Ce monde n’est plus que déchirures et j’y ai produit ma part de poussières..." |
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2. | L’invasion II - La salve | 06:04 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant la nuit, encore une fois, les heures fuient sans apaisement. Une force noire guide mes pensées. Je le sais au fond de mes cogitations, cet être, incontrôlable, parangon de mon désespoir, déjà sa plume m’appelle. En cette nuit, l’horreur d’une résistance! Futilité! Je sombre en lui, de par mes mots, je te promets, tu verras à nouveau! ”Vois s’élever déjà le vent de la décadence qui ébranle, d’acharnement, l’accomplissement. En es-tu toujours aussi fier, éphémère passager? L’oeil du temps ne sait pas épargner.” Serrant le poing d’une inutile rage, appréhension d’un funeste destin. Pour cette cause, injection de sens en mes jours, ai-je vraiment la force de contempler ce déclin? “Lentement, le brouillard de l’ignorance recouvrira les nécessaires réalisations d’hier, tes larmes n’empêchant rien. Tu assisteras, le moment venu, à l’oubli d’un idéal, sacrifices de plusieurs.” Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’esprit telle une prison (telle une prison!) Égaré en ces réflexions, les dédales de l’écrit telle une libération (telle une libération!) Que restera-t-il, sinon les ruines de l’acte? Sombres vestiges d’un monde dans lesquels j’erre encore. “Et qu’attends-tu encore? Qu’espères-tu y faire, toi, poussière parmi les souffrants du sablier? Ne ressens-tu pas déjà ces chaînes qui t’emprisonnent? Le temps, l’ennemi commun des hommes t’a fait prisonnier de ton incapacité!” |
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3. | L’invasion III - L’élégie | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
L’encre s’écoule, obscurant ma vie, à nouveau s’essouffle ma volonté. Son étreinte m’enlise dans les affres du tourment. “Où est ta place désormais? Ce monde t’a rejeté. Dans ces ruines qui pavent ton existence, ne perçois-tu pas ton reflet? » Béante noirceur, de son voile couvrant ce quotidien. Que de jours fades, que sommeils sans repos (sans repos!) Aaahhhh! Sombres agitations! Seul face à l’abîme, plus que cette haine lancinante qui spolie, enlaidie tout ce qui m’entoure. ”Vieil homme, pour la première fois, tu contemples la mort. Ne crains pas, elle te sourit. Désormais s’ouvrent pour toi les mains du désespoir.” |
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Side B | |||
4. | Doppelganger | 12:41 | Show lyrics |
Memory’s faint, a dark and musty place, drapes beyond the door: “What’s this you’re lookin’ for?” Stepped inside the tent. “Come hither, my friend.” She sits me on the floor: “Found you what was looked for?” The Master shakes it in her hands, marked with the runes of foreign lands, a handful of blackened telling bones divining times and tales forlorn. She lets them roll unto the rug, a wicked smile and then, a shrug, for what she reads upon the bones: “A rancid omen”, said the crone. She then proceeds to grab my hand, place it upon a withered deck of Tarot, wrought with runes inscribed, divining fates with astounding sight. The draw of figures, one by one, the table set, oh! Ancient Gods, to peer and see what Past has said, what Present writes, what Future held. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, reveal what the fates have ordained. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Ascendancy, self is shown, delving much deeper inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, drink from the wisdom inside. Turn the cards. Heed the call. Turn the cards, obey what the fates have arranged. Heed the call, the Hermit pulls you inward. Materiality, worth is shown, finding the riches inside. Eight engraved cups of stone, consume the nectar inside. This is I, / This is you... cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet, strange enough, seeing myself! Turned away, / In the end... gone astray, / ‘Round the bend... constant for lifetimes and lifetimes! Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner search for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. This is you, / This is I? through and through / Cards won’t lie. Forever leaving constructs behind. Peering through, / What was seen? sensing you / Please tell me! yet,strange enough, seeing yourself! This is I, / This is you? cards won’t lie. / Tell the truth! What have I learned from the reading? Eight of cups / Eight of cups? Unfulfilled / Unfulfilled! Eternal inner quest for peace Denied, never to find true bliss. A hunger that’s never-ending. Thus it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! Now it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! It all comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! It was all for this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! So it comes to this, the awakening, it’s yourself staring in your eyes! And it falls to this, the realisation, he’s yourself standing in front of you! Seek the core for the vein and take it out. Seek the core for the vein, pull it out. Find the source of the vein and rip it out. Find the source of the vein and tear it apart. |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | La ballade des gens heureux | 12:57 | Show lyrics |
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been. - V. Elle court se perdre dans ses écrits mondains. Noyer sa peine comme la pointe de sa plume. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les pensées diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées intruses, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard éteint observe sans fin, fenêtre en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection fortuite, rêverie construite, malsain. Abandonner, s’exiler. Elle court se perdre dans les bras de sa soeur. Noyer sa peine dans les élans de son coeur. Recluse, interne déluge, quand la santé s’use, les amours diffusent. Chercher refuge, constamment confuse, tentatives de purge de pensées impures, en vain. S’abandonner, tout oublier. Lointain, ce regard certain observe sans fin, le monde en son sein, cherchant la suite, tournant insolite, projection construite, rêverie fortuite, enfin Capituler, s’effacer. Les voix envahissent son psyché, les vers s’évaporent. Sublimés telle la fumée au bout de sa cigarette. Il l’appelle, cherchant une réponse, un banal questionnement. Il ère, insurmontable sentiment, l’assourdissant son du silence. Il trouve ce déferlement de mots, une avalanche d’encre. Il ère encore, cet insoutenable sentiment l’assourdissant son du silence. Résolue, évasive et errante, elle sortait sans missive. Existence, pour elle, plus sombre, qu’une ombre en vue au bout du tunnel. D’un pas décidé, elle franchit la rive. Son corps sombrera, pâle, à la dérive. Lentement, Virginia s’enlise dans l’eau. Le poids de ces pierres scelle son tombeau. |
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Side B | |||
2. | Pressure | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In dreary cubes of faded steel and sullen stone, on leveled fields, formerly green, now washed away, where cattle gather everyday. Strinding on reluctantly through hardship, pain and malady. Push forward, lacking energy to barely live comfortably. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. It stands, oppressive, above all, casts shadows, long, and reaching far. It towers high above the sea of greyish thoughts and blackened dreams. Reaching deep to carry on in spite of this anthemic song of grieved and dark, sorrowful wails heard far and wide across the plains. The stairs march high yet never soar, a higher state, not for the soul. To reach new heights yet, never tell, no glass to mar this daily cell. Depressed and drained, it takes its toll, no rest, no loose nor space at all. It digs and claws within with ease, a viral, serpent-like disease. Its poison seeps into the pores, pervading deep through countless sores. It coils and slithers and constricts, yet no bite mark it needs inflict. We have fallen, fallen under pressure. |
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3. | Amok | 10:35 | Show lyrics |
Betrayal, sin of the highest form, devoid of decency, honor, blind to the insolence. Transgressing without regards the sacred bonds, union of faith, Against time and tradition, against blood and kin. Retribution, vengeance, reprisals, just one step away. When the time has come, all shall be undone, there will be no one to prevent the consummation of my will. Self-isolation, secludedness for meditation afore the tragedy. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Pondering malefaction, callous perfidy, committed through disgrace and blatant odium. Sensory overload, smoldering inside, simmering before the boil. Breathe in, focus, quiet the pulse. Breathe out, control, steady the flow. Corrupted, convulsive, convoluted, corrosive. Ensnared by rage, possessed, swollen with hate. Fulminating, justice, slitting the sentence. Amok Tristia, mentis morbum, dolorem, vindicta. End, deed is done, no more cares, thoughts are gone. Not yet dead, neither awake, in a blank state of consciousness. Not a dream. Who are you? Who are they? Who are all? Memories lost, still no nightmare, not a name, not a life, not a man. |
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1. | Body and Souls | 16:00 | Show lyrics |
In the tower chamber, on its musty floor, through the dim-lit stained glass, she shows her glow. The only comfort to support the woe, to abide the presence of many a sentience. A crippled body, a vessel so frail, a mind teeming with countless hail. Warring, endless, struggles to fall, to others’ madness, a battlefield invisible to all. They keep on calling, yet ‘tis not mine. Familiar it sounds, although unknown. It’s a name I’ve used, it’s a name I know, Its name I was given, as many more. Body and Souls I’m on my own... No you’re not! No you’re not! Leave me alone! Let us see. Let us touch. Let us feel! Begone from my thoughts, my dreams, my head. We will stand! We will stay, much to your great dismay! Is there no freedom but death? Please let me be! We want in! We want out! My mind’s for me. For us too. Not just you. Let us through! I keep thinking that it’s not real, so unreal. It’s not fair! It’s MY turn! In despair our need burns! Do they not care the way I feel? “We were all born here.” “I will take the reins, I will fly!” “Let us be as you.” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” “We can reach understanding.” These limbs carry me! “We all need to learn to share.” “Put your head through the noose, it is time.” “Equals in this impasse.” “You can’t take MY body, it is MINE!” “The spores of hate bud away...” “Don’t you wish you were free from this life?” Need to put and end to this! “Kick the seat down NOW!” Borne into this life stranded, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown. Borne into this life caged in here, longing for the outside. A yearning for the unknown, a yearning to take control... In the tower chamber, upon the flooring boards, through the dim-lit stained glass, a pool of crimson glows. |
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