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The Shadow Theory - Behind The Black Veil (2010)
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Country: Usa
Bitrate: 320 kbps
Size: 136 mb
Genre: Progressive Metal

Tracklist:
1. I Open Up My Eyes 07:04
2. The Sound of Flies 04:40
3. Ghostride 05:32
4. Welcome 05:02
5. By the Crossroads 05:34
6. Selebrate 03:17
7. Snakeskin 03:48
8. Sleepwalking 05:17
9. The Black Cradle 05:14
10. A Candle in the Gallery 03:56
11. A Symphony of Shadows 07:54
12. Sweet Dream (Jethro Tull) (Bonus) 3:56

Current line-up:
Devon Graves (Buddy Lackey) - Vocals, Guitar, Flute (Psychotic Waltz, Aslan, Deadsoul Tribe, guest in Ayreon)
Demi Scott - Keyboards
Arne Schuppner - Guitar (Demimonde (Deu)/Complex 7)
Kristoffer Gildenlцw - Bass (Pain of Salvation, Dark Suns, The 11th Hour)
Johanne James - Drums (Kyrbgrinder, Threshold (Gbr))

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Epa, que formacion eh!
Me lo llevo, gracias Vlada
 



 
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Gracias por el disco, Vlada.

Por la portada, parecería un disco de King Diamond.
Ojalá sea así. Lo comentaremos.

PD. Me ha gustado este disco. Aún lo estoy asimilando.
Suena a Jethro Tull en ocasiones. He encontrado
las letras de algunas canciones. Las pego por aquí,
por si a alguien les interesa (si no es el lugar, díganmelo,
por favor, y las quito).

[size=10][b]The Sound Of Flies[/b]
At the train station waiting for my ride
There's a man standing, eyes completely white.
Staring at me,
Just staring at me...

When my train arrived, he followed me inside,
He smelled of cigarettes and something that has died,
Sat right beside of me, I didn't say a word,
Sat right beside of me.

He turned his head then he said
I brought a message from the dead,
From his mouth open wide
Came the sound of flies.

Screaming like a thousand cries,
Watching with a thousand eyes,
Pounding wings that haunt my dreams,
Swarming with a sound of flies.

At my destination felt relief inside,
As I stood to leave, turned to say goodbye,
Nobody was there,
Nobody was there...
But I can't forget that stare,
Was anyone there?

Screaming with a thousand cries,
Watching with a thousand eyes,
Pounding wings that haunt my dreams,
Swarming with a sound of flies

[b]Welcome[/b]
Welcome here to our home, we've been waiting for you,
Everbody here has just been dying to meet you.
As I crossed the doorstep to this house, there's something so familiar,
As I crossed the doorstep to this house, it feels like I'm dreaming again.

Welcome, your guests await, step right this way, come on.
Hope you'll enjoy your stay, step right this way, come on.

May I introduce to the people? Good friends...
Some of them come a long way, some have waited a long time.
As I crossed the doorstep to this house, there's something so familiar,
As I crossed the doorstep to this house, it feels like I'm dreaming again.

On this wall in the hallway, many paintings hanging,
Portraits of the stories: how these people came here.
As I passed the portrait of a girl, she seemed too familiar,
As I passed the portrait of this girl, I feel like I'm dreaming again.

Welcome, across the way is the room you'll stay in, come on.
But if you've got the time, tell you this rhyme about her.
I'll tell you a story that's about that girl,
Tell you a story about the violin girl.

[b]Selebrate[/b]
Soon we made our way to the place where people came to celebrate.
Smiling as I passed by, raised their drinks congratulating shaked my hand.
Far away I heard a violin playing,
A woman in the distance gently swaying.

The way that lady played, she conveyed an amber field with her song,
In my heart she filled the room, her sweet perfume possessed the air in quiet sway.
She danced about the people while she's playing,
Everybody laughing, dancing, singing.

The sound she made was simply mesmerizing,
The look she gave, no less than crucifying.

As the music played, like a snake, fighting, sipping blood, smoke, she came my way,
In the close that she wanted me, I could hear her pale sound of rattles shaking
When her eyes met mine, I recognized her,
The woman from the painting, yes, she looked just like her.


[b]Sleepwalking[/b]
Last night I heard you opening doors and rattling chains, angel.
Last night I heard you tapping your nails on the windowpane, angel.
Nightmare I cannot escape, shake my head but I'm awake,
Cut myself, hurt myself, I'm sleepwalking.

Last night I saw you slipping over glass and leaving no trace, angel.
Last night a creeping crack on the wall with a lonely face, angel.
Follow every step I take, stranger I cannot forsake,
Shake myself, can't wake myself, I'm sleepwalking.

In the corner of my eye,
A figure dressed in white.
Know me for the time,
Turn my head.

Last night I touched you as you turned to hide your crying face, angel.
Last night I felt you as you held me in your cold embrace, angel.
Dream from which I can't awake, witches' spell I cannot break,
Stretch myself or leave myself, I'm sleepwalking.
[b]
A Candle In The Gallery[/b]
So I ran for the door, but it closed in front of me,
And the handle locked, but she handed me the key.
"Only you can unlock it now", she said and stepped away,
And I remember thinking, "What a strange, strange thing to say".

I turned the key into the door and gazed into the dark.
She handed me a candle which she lit without a spark.
So I stepped into the long, long, pitch dark hall,
The candle burned so dim, I had to feel along the wall.

A glow flickered as I felt my way ahead,
A splinter from a picture frame pierced me and I bled,
I moved the candle closer, close enough to see
The painting of that woman smiling back at me.

Examined it much closer, noticed what I had not before,
The date read "In the year of our Lord, 1854"
Suddenly a draft of cold blew the candle out,
Slowed down the black, I felt my way about.

Up ahead, up ahead I could vaguely hear (just ahead)
The sounds of song and laughter, people in good cheer,
My fingers brushing canvases, picture frames and stone,
Then I felt something, something that chilled me to the bone.

The final painting had not yet time to dry,
And a door creeked open, and let in a crack of light,
She stood there in the doorway, she said "Now, you finally see",
She pointed at the portrait, and I saw, my God, it was me.
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