Originální britská doom metalová skupina (označováni i jako metaloví Pink Floyd). Založena v r. 1990 v Liverpoolu pod názvem Pagan Angel, původně hrající death metal. S vydáním prvního dema An Illiad Of Woes (ještě v r. 1990) mění název na...

Píseň: Hope

Interpret:
Anathema
Album:
Resonance 2
I was not put here by anyone in fear 
I came alone as me 
Just an idea in a long chain of discovery 
Surrounded by the same you 


Sometimes your tide pulls me out to sea 
And I die in a thrashing curse 
Sometimes we are kind 
More often, I doze 
So far up the beach that those who try to reach are burnt 
alive in the searing heat of the desert of my dispassion 
So far removed, I never hear the water 
'Cept once or twice a month when I see a mirror 


And I refuse to believe in some of the things that are said to be here 
Let alone those that are not 
I'm trying to change my direction 
Ours is pathetic in my own humble estimation 


I love the planet 
The great benign she-wolf 
Benefactor 
Spinning gently on towards the red giant four aeons hence 
When all the rose gardens are consumed in the flash-fire of flying time 
She'll leave alone to you 


When you look at me 
From your own century 
I may seem to be 
Strange archeology 
But when the winds blow 
From this direction 
You may sense me there 
In your reflection 
I think I feel you 
But I will never know 
As the swallows leave 
And the children grow 


I wanted to live forever 
The same is you will too 
I wanted to live forever 
And everybody knew 


When I caught you there 
In tomorrows mirror 
I thought felt you 
Jump out of my skin 
Throwing oil into 
My blazing memories 
Filling empty footsteps 
I was standing in 


I wanted to live forever 
The same as you will too 
I wanted to live forever 
And everybody knew 


As the falling rain 
Of the northern jungle 
Hanging droplets on the leaves 
Bombards my brain 
I hear you 
Across the room 
A sea of daffodils spring into bloom 
You are the mist 
The frost across my window pane 
And again 


She moves her body 
And her whispers weave 
And the world spins 
And tells me that I'll never want to leave 


As I think of you 
From this dark century 
I will always be 
With generosity 
That we both may share 
The hope in hearing 
That we're not just 
Spirits disappearing