The Lost Ones

by Bloodred

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Produced by Alexander Krull (Atrocity, Leaves´ Eyes) at Mastersound Entertainment Studio.

Drums played by Joris Nijenhuis (Atrocity, Leaves´ Eyes).

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released 20 June 2014

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Bloodred Oberstenfeld, Germany

Founded in 2009 by Ron Merz who to this day is the only member of the "band". Right from the beginning the music was rooted in Death and Black Metal with some influences from late 80s Thrash and British Doom. Influences range from Emperor, Immortal and Deicide to Moonsorrow and Metallica. The first EP "The Lost Ones"was produced by Alex Krull (Atrocity), drums played by Joris Nijenhuis (Atrocity). ... more

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Track Name: The Lost Ones
Where the sun looks cold and shorn

Where the day is long and lorn

Ah! too long, so cold and dreary,

Long and lorn, and dim and weary

All is frozen still and fast

In that death-land, wild and vast;

Down the darksome northern ocean;

From that darksome northern main,

Over desolation endless,

A region void and friendless

Wrought from uttermost despair
Drear, immeasurable gloom!

One vast shroud, without a tomb,

What a band! and what a doom!

Whether life so closed behind them

That the living never can find them,

Whether kindly, death received them,

And from utter woe relieved them

All is frozen still and fast

In that death-land, wild and vast;

They are the lost ones
They are the lost ones

We are the lost ones
We are the lost ones
Track Name: Spirits Of The Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone

'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;

Not one, of all the crowd, to pry

Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,

Which is not loneliness- for then

The spirits of the dead, who stood

In life before thee, are again

In death around thee, and their will

Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

A burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,

Now are visions never to vanish;

From thy spirit shall they pass

No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,

And the mist upon the hill

Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,

Is a symbol and a token.

How it hangs upon the trees,

A mystery of mysteries!

The night, though clear, shall frown,

And the stars shall not look down

A burning and a fever

Which would cling to thee for ever.