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Den Herbstlaubreigen Tanzt Der Tod
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EDEN WEINT IM GRAB is a German project concentrating on Dark-/Gothic-/Death-Metal with morbid poetical lyrics in German language.
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Dark/Death/Gothic Metal with morbid German lyrics
Eden Weint Im Grab is a German studio-project around Sascha Blach. The music is dedicated to Dark-/Death Metal with morbid German lyrics, but this can change all the time;-) We try to catch the spirit of the moment and today doesn't determine tomorrow. The band was started around 2000 with a different name, laid to rest, brought to life again and in 2004 finally the debutalbum "Traumtrophäen Toter Trauertänzer" was recorded and released online... completely for free download because we were pissed off by the whole music industry and what we wanted was to reach the people not earn a lot of money... and in fact we reached the people... and they liked it. It was overwhelming, so many guestbook entries and E-Mails by people that were quite impressed by the record.
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Peak #236
Peak in subgenre #77
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Sascha Blach
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Eden Weint Im Grab
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April 25, 2005
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Den Herbstlaubreigen tanzt der Tod Vergessen hängt mein Leib am morschen Ast Ledern, furchtgegerbt die Haut Myriaden dunkler Jahre hängend ohne Rast Insekten, Staub und Stein im Wahn verdaut Die Waldgeister jedes Jahr in Panik fliehen Wenn des Frühjahrs Pracht sich übers Land ergießt Im Tod die Jahre still vorüber ziehen Verdorrtes Schlingewerk den Hals umschließt Refrain: Der Blätterreigen tanzt mir am Gebein Herbstlaub ums blasse Antlitz weht Hört Ihr die Seelen Eurer Toten schreien Die Zeit hier nur langsam vergeht... Vom Durst gequält im heißen Sommerdunst Dürre Finger winken wie im Traum herab Erschrecken ist der Toten wahre Kunst Ein Baum, ein Ast, ein ewiges Grab Zärtlich, sanft bedeckt vom kalten Schnee In den Venen friedlich friert mein Blut Auf dass die Zeit nun still hier steh Und meine alte Seele endlich ruht
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