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"Serenade of Death" is the 5th chapter of "Where Truth May Lie", the 3rd
concept album of the band, due for release on February 24th via
www.vinylstore.gr in digipack cd and vinyl record formats
(as well as available for downloading in all major streaming services).
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“Where Truth May Lie” vinyl will exclusively include the single
“Tin Patrida M' Ehasa”, their 2021 adaptation of the Pontian title song.
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• The story •
Marsyas was a Satyr with unparalleled musical talent.
The melodies of his flute drove those who listened to them
crazy and seduced even the nymphs into ecstatic dancing.
When Apollo found out about him, he challenged him to compete.
But no one was a worthy match for Helios, the God of Music, who
with his lyre plunged the forest creatures into an overwhelming silence
and tears flowed from their eyes.
But the god was not satisfied with this, and to punish the Hybris of the Satyr,
he removed his gallows and hung him from them, a barbaric reminder to all,
mortal and demigods, that they must not provoke the true gods.
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Lyrics:
The Hunter calls the Forest God
who dared in pride to wallow
a deaf-mute song, with no applaud,
the Faun against Apollo
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Through godly lyre he dies skinned
dark bile blood ink, his last drink
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death
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Hysteria spits out of his flute,
all spirits reigned by madness
yet the Sun's voice had left them mute,
condemning him to darkness
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Look at him, pinned, like a moth
he hangs, stripped-off, his skin-cloth
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
his fount of breath has been ripped off,
shivering screams, pleading "enough"
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