Apocalypse [Requiem]

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released December 16, 2017

Alain “Bob” Germonville: vocals
Matthieu Morand: guitars, keys and orchestrations
Laura Kimpe: latin chants
Pierre-Yves Martin: bass
Dirk Verbeuren: drums

Special guest Shuguang Li: piano

Music and orchestrations by Matthieu Morand
Lyrics by Alain Germonville
Original concept by Alain Germonville and Matthieu Morand

Produced by Fantai’Zic, Matthieu Morand and Alain Germonville
Recorded between January 2015 and February 2017 in Nancy, Jarville, Damelevières
Drums recorded by Dirk Verbeuren at Die Crawling Studio, Los Angeles
Mixed by Matthieu Morand
Mastering by Flavien Morel

Cover painting by Rémi Frances
Global artwork by Matthieu Morand, from personal photography collection
Photo by MissTinguets

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Track Name: Kyrie
And yet, I gave them enough.
I've given them wholesome.

Et lux perpetua.

Quantity and quality were therefore present.
But then, what is this misfortune that in the depths of myself tells me I don’t understand the dilemma?
Create a gift so precious that can give life but also take it.
And see the waste portrait it as a victim steered me,
many times, to torment it to make them pay their morbid stupidity.
And the sea drowns its chimera; its fury raises groundswell and sounds the alarm.
And in the chaos of fickleness, shed a tear; ardent but proud.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.

The sea throws all its strength; grows hollow the shores,
beats the cliffs, brings shelves into the world.
The conniving thunder darts its lightning on coffins in his respite.
In its fury, fleeting wave, it overwhelms the man of passions and tough mysteries.

The sea is filled; tired, triumphant; the impetuous sea subsides.
Queen, she purrs, nestled between enchanting inferno.

Et lux perpetua.

Its shady eyes stare at the splendor of a rainbow.
Then the eyelids close, by the trial, filled with venom.
From this titanic struggle only remains a smooth mass.
Track Name: Offertorium
This quartet used it around the world so they are called with magical sounding god names.
The original purity and musicality, as a duet with the wind,
in branches comes out as the sound of the harp
caught in the divine trap, delivers a sublime melody.

Indispensable presence to keep my offspring alive, it is a force,
an endless source of all kinds makes it an invincible and puzzling element.

Blow on the earth the start of your wrath, show mankind your most beautiful children.
Blow, blow, to lose it in the void, never quits your duel.

From who, from what do I take after what inspires me?
For who, for what, in sickness and in health?
What is this that carries us and blows us away?
So high, so far and so hard that it takes us away.

Domine Jesu Christe, Rex gloriae, libera animas omnium fidelium defunctorum.
Hostias et preces tibi, Domine, laudis offerimus.
Tu suscipe pro animabus illis.

And if air and wind are two different words, their heavenly duo causes many sorrows.
Fills the lungs with life and smashes bodies as puppets on unsteady walls.
Exploited, directed, polluted but never controlled.
Let the back and forth of Aeolus give your existence a tremendous desire to live and to build
on the opportunity of such a present.

But even then, you fail and it makes me sad.
Bold, vain, arrogant summarize you.
And as far as Creation even exists, you are still only puppets.
Without strings, blinded by your ignorance, doomed to a chaotic fate.
Track Name: Sanctus
I proclaimed myself inborn son of volcanoes!
Three times I dove into magma seas.
Abundantly fed with intense spits.
Three times I got through, more and more burned up.

By that power you would have protected all beings.

But nothing worked, you were seized upon and twisted to exterminate.
Divine fire, eternal flame, he is divine and will consume your life.

Sanctus Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis.

If you lose him your reality will leave with him.
Oh, free your inner strength out of this magistral inferno, light up the skies.
Whiten darkness by piercing the firmament.
As the tree branches cut the sky, become the carrier of my wrath.

Reduce to ashes to start again.
Annihilate to rebuild better.
Set an example for the future.
Is it a choice I have to force myself to do?

Show these brainless their nuclear power has everything to learn
and they are not your master, make them lose control.

Who has the right to destroy my world?
Do they have respect at least for themselves?
This passage on this rock lost in space.
With a volcanic heart, a stone frame.
For an effusive core.
Track Name: Agnus Dei
How many deaths, how many tears, how much despair you had to endure?

You, this lost stone in the icy evening, appears from the twilight.
But what is this strength which lives in you?
You suffer like no one this craving, this true colors chaos.
Did you live too much? Is it my task to find an answer?

“I’m dying ... I’m dying”, she screams! “I’m soiled”, she yells suffocating.
“You pollute me”

Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem.

She howls from her guts. They bury their deadly roots and for some others their short-lived existence,
being self-sufficient of the indifference for their Mother Earth.
My flesh and bones are no more than an empty shell of wealth where sadness and distress they blend.
Forgiveness does not change a fate.

From where do I owe my decline?

Would the bell have rung to follow in an advanced state of perdition,
Never to carry these blind and deaf beings again in the original life fallen from the sky?
Thus there are not many choices.
Pick up another life for another future or crack me under the blade of the sword.
I am ready for the choice, I am ready too…
Track Name: Lux Aeterna
Lux aeterna luceat eis, Domine, cum sanctis tuis in aeternum, quia pius es.
Requiem aeternam, dona eis Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Yet helped by your legs, your claws, your fins, your talons,
it would have been easy for you to fight back.
But then parasitized by their words, your nights and days were only a succession of submission and carelessness;
hoping not anymore to try to understand their endless ignorance.

Eyes open to the truth. All enemies were brought down. On a hostile territory. It’s nobody’s fault.
A sensible cohabitation, without contempt would have been enough to embellish your everyday lives.
The choice of this race provided with knowledge caused your loss.

At the fifth hour, the howling is quiet; the agony takes place in forests and fields.
Remember barking and mewing that pacified where eyes filled with fear under the assault
of whips for the smiles of the arena.
Forget slaughters that embellish with their harvests the pinkish skins of these bipeds anesthetized by sensibility.

Yet helped by your legs, your claws, your fins, your talons, it would have been easy.

And although this first vital resource disappears as she appeared formerly during her progress step by step,
in an endless fall mix feathers, hairs, scales in thousands colors to end in the dark and gloomy darkness.

When he butcher, trim to the guts, shamefully abandoned by bloody breast wolves,
lying in the deep ravines where rustled torrents and rivers.
When beyond cliffs burns the wild star which never slakes as he removes from
the heart of his prey his talons and hangs viscera from his hooked beak.
Scavengers in a plaintive scream buried in plumages infested with vermin
forget themselves and wait for the end to come.
Track Name: In Paradisum
Hell is for others. In the city of steel, they lost their health.
Huge brick lungs spew black smoke out. A cracked wall surrounded the buildings.
Sad city where screamed some bloody machines. Plastic flowers and trees adorned false parks.
Giant towers divided dormitories ghettos into squares
Nature plagued by men and forbidden books. In the city of steel, they shouldn’t doubt.
Any time, any places, overwhelmed by questions. Men, half-angel half-devil, craft his mind.
Is understanding only belongs to men? Does the thought is the only cleverness?
From the original foetus bring into the world. Born from the wrath of storms and stars on fire
He waited patiently, triumphant and ardent fist.
Dreaming of greenery and the blue Men had righteous projects

In Paradisum deducant te Angeli, in tuo adventu suscipiant te martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam Jerusalem.
Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat, et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam habeas requiem.

Under the frozen star of the dead, steeped in its chlorine, I remember then I cry over my fate.
Alone, in the harrowing hours, hot and loud tears run down my trembling cheeks.
And I slide on the slope to put me in hell, lifeblood pipe dreams. I’m sorry but I love it.
Even damned crazy and drab, I remember its words, so ordinary and beautiful
this spring to heart to support me all together. I love you, oh yes I love you.

And often, I think about my indifference. All these misunderstood gestures, lost glances or screams?
No? No! I do not know anymore… I do not know if I believed and yet I should have taken my due to life.
Winning the tender love, not lose forever, look up and believe.
And when I visited this world, I attended badly; with raw feelings on the edge, which cut to
the chase a infected youth enough that they destroy what I had better deep within myself.
This broken heart full of love, stronger than faith, split this very pure soul, pure as the blue.
Oh God, Oh Muse, Oh Man, Oh dear forgotten souls;
what is more stupid, more absurd than to have to reach the end.

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