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lyrics
Pour rain, pour down,
Awaken me again, in those dreams.
That I dreamt, in childhood,
When the wetness, foamed in the sand.
When the dull, summer sultriness,
Struggled casually, against the fresh coolness.
And the pale leaves, dripped with dew,
And the crops were dyed, a deeper blue.
What bliss to stand in the downpour,
With naked feet,
To reach into the grass,
And touch the foam with one's hands!
Or upon hot cheeks,
To catch the cold drops,
And with the newly awakened fragrances,
To air one's childish breast!
Like the flowers' chalices, which trickle there,
The soul breathes openly,
Like the flowers, drunk with fragrance,
Drowning in the dew, of the heavens.
Every trembling drop cooled,
Down to the heart's very beating,
And creation's holy web,
Pierced into my hidden life.
Pour rain, pour down,
Awaken the old songs,
That we used to sing in the doorway,
When the raindrops pattered outside!
I would like to listen to it again,
That sweet, moist rushing,
My soul gently bedewed,
With holy, childlike awe.
[Klaus Groth]
credits
from The Aeneid,
released January 17, 2012
Klaus Groth
Thaddaeus tells stories of humans' failures to come to terms with their own selves. The songs are long, convoluted and often linked with each other in complex ways. Itβs atmospheric funeral doom.