Dark Design. The Stars are Cruel ...

December 28th, 2004 Re-mastering the «The Stars are Cruel ...» album!

The Stars are Cruel ....

As I was in the process of mastering the new album, as I wanted to use some reference sounds I knew I chose to use, among others, a few pieces in my 1998 'Cold Metal' album as I had the feeling there were nice guitar sounds in it. Doing so caught me in som 'biofeedback' loop; I found myself going back to re-maser the old album.
This, of course, will not speed-up the publishing of the new one, but I hope that to wait while listening to the new brew of the 'Stars Saga' will allow some forgiveness to my desperate millions of fans, at least I really hope so!-)

There, I put some compressed pieces of the current versions.

Sharp Dreams SHARP DREAMS

So far, and back in your sullen dreams for now on
Out, spaced, lost, out you run into the deep forest
Craving, and your bones hurt, for the trees are so narrow.
Eyes, you can see them, eyes starving.
Staring at yours.
Wild bears aloose

Beating, slashing in your sunken dreams just now on
Lost, far out, banging your head on ghostly trees.
Craven, these are your bones you hurt in your narrow brains
Lies, you can't count them, lies standing.
Standing for you.
Bad dreams aloose.

That far, right back in your broken cells, now off.
Gone, lost aims, losing yourself in ghastly mists.
Crying, then are your brains fearing the thuth would be
narrow...
Cries, you can't hear them, cries growing.
Giving birth to you...
Sad scenes inside !

Cries growing, giving birth to/for you !

Cryin' Ship CRYIN' SHIP

I can see your tears in the eyes of the dying star
I can feel the Ship thru the voids still leading her pace
Would you realize that her race was not of our size
How would you reckon to rot in space in such a cold flame

In space, so far...

Remember the time we were heroes of the human race
And planet Earth was the pride of the living Lords
Just video games keep a trace of these glorious lines
Some slags in dark clouds are the veil for our mourning souls.

In space, so dark so far...

When gliding in the night in the end we found the grace
This star in the hole crying songs to the end of space
Within a short year she burnt her soul in million rhymes
We taped in the base, last record to her loneliness

I still see your tears in the eyes of the dying stars
And still is our Ship Hyperspeed thru the ages of Universe
Would you realize that our race will never end
How would you reckon to die alone for such a long time...
Cold Grace COLD GRACE

And it was the belief we had
In these times of shakes and Lordly Ravens
That the future in our hearts was planning an escape.
And in the end of it all, when the embers were all wound up to ashes
Running amid the dying flames and the forgotten stars were we.
A body, with a brain inside, then the body turned to soul...

Cold grace.

So it was this feeling we had
as we lined up for the final Battle
that the future in our veins
was willing to survive
And as we fought over the stars
all the forgotten chants we sang
a rhyme with our lore inside
then the future turned to Light

Cold grace... Ethernity ETHERNITY
Face the stars, this moment is yours;
Lost in space, so far you may find your grace
Anytime, anyway you now see a true lie.
Infinity, a Lord now silently dies.

Back in time, you drowned in the maze
The pit is closed to last, you may lose your race,
Intertime, counterwise you just dream a true lie.
Virginity, your life now forever cries...

Face the star, the moment is lost,
Cold in space, far out, in the void you died.
Into Time, draw the line, you now are a true lie,
Infinity, your Lord now forlorned his grace.

Stilborn of the Land STILBORN OF THE LAND
Woe to the dice he made, thrown for Hell or Fame.
Big knights tonight'll die, Blood is to be spilled insane.

Building brick on bones, a Castle so dark and high,
No one'll dare to venture, See, the land mists are rising
While you wait on the door

Will he try, will he knock this door ?
Will he dare or will he go away ?

Lost on the land. Should he go another way ?

Mists are growin' fast. Lost warriors you hear their cries.
Will you decide your fate ?
Your rusty sword tells it's too late.
Doom inborne in bricks, this castle's of rock and lies...
Standin' still thru ages. Land mists again are rising,
While you dried facing the Door !

Would you wake, would you break this Spell ?
Are you dead or just faden away ?

Stilborn of the land Cold City COLD CITY
I was born in a Cold City of a Northern land
I was raised by Ladies of the Highest breed.
My Lords were mighty, cold grace in their blood.
The Land was shaking, we sang and did fight.

We had to rest for the night on the hill
and the fire in our eyes was cold blue
We were to find ennemy by surprise
and the blood we all shed was cold steel...

THEN CAME THE LORDS OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING !

We had to fight for the rest of the night
and our blood on the ice turned to blue.
All of the dead will lead glorious dance,
Will I tonight find the path of the Lords ?

AND COME THE LORDS OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING !

BECOME THE LORD OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING !

Here are two excerpts from the fabulous 'pressbook' of Dark Design!

Press Book 1
Press Book 2

To the few who didn't already knew this album, it is essential 'Cold Metal', real big sound used on very intricate compositions, it was recorded mainly in 'home live' (I sent flowers to the surviving neighbours).
The pieces were mostly composed between 1990-1995, there's a cover from a song I wrote in 1977-78. They were recorded between 1994-96, the cut and mastering was made in 1997-98.
I guess that shows my usual and legendary patience and lazyness :-)

CRYIN' SHIP

I can see your tears in the eyes of the dying star
I can feel the Ship thru the voids still leading her pace
Would you realize that her race was not of our size
How would you reckon to rot in space in such a cold flame

In space, so far...

Remember the time we were heroes of the human race
And planet Earth was the pride of the living Lords
Just video games keep a trace of these glorious lines
Some slags in dark clouds are the veil for our mourning souls.

In space, so dark so far...

When gliding in the night in the end we found the grace
This star in the hole crying songs to the end of space
Within a short year she burnt her soul in million rhymes
We taped in the base, last record to her loneliness

I still see your tears in the eyes of the dying stars
And still is our Ship Hyperspeed thru the ages of Universe
Would you realize that our race will never end
How would you reckon to die alone for such a long time...

Dark Design. «The Stars are Cruel ...»