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released May 5, 2011

PRAESEPE - "Vesperae" (Drakkar Productions - Deus Ex Machina Division, May 2011)

1. Fragrance of Old - 07:38
2. A Blackened Shore - 05:55
3. Idiocy - 07:17
4. E Pluribus Unum - 02:02
5. Fires of the Calm Sun - 16:55

Instrumantal Bonus Tracks:

6. Fragnance of Old (instrumental) - 07:37
7. A Blackened Shore (instrumental) - 05:55
8. Idiocy (instrumental) - 07:18
9. Fires of the Calm Sun (instrumental) - 16:38


PRAESEPE - "Vesperae" (Self-Produced 2010)

1. Fragnance Of Old - 7:38
2. A Blackened Shore - 5:55
3. Idiocy - 7:17
4. E Pluribus Unum (Instrumental) - 2:02
5. Fires Of The Calm Sun - 16:55

All music by PRAESEPE,
except “E Pluribus Unum” by Slawek Cwiekala.
All lyrics by: Pawel Kucypera
Recorded, mixed & mastered at 213 Studio, Bielsko (3-7 July 2008) Produced by Stanley (
Shed Studio, London (April 2008)
Heaven's Sound, Bielsko (20 August 2010)

Line up:
Andrzej - guitars, bass
Armers - guitars
Marcin Tatar - drums
Martin Nilsson - drums

Special Guest:
Dominik Gryzbon - solo guitar, acustic guitar
Slawek Cwiekala - acoustic guitar, keyboards
Pawel Kucypera - special sound effects
Starash - bass



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Track Name: Fragrance Of Old
I call thee,
my thirsty demons!
Can the surging sea,
tear my heart from thee?
Can distant dwelling drain
The ancestral blood
that warms my veins?
I call thee,
my thirsty demons!

Isle, of my Fathers!
hear the filial song
Of him, whose sources
to thou belong!
By the mighty hand
was carved from the land
Thy matchless sons
The foundation laid
Thy matchless arts

The nation made
Pale shades

Those moments from our time are gone
We couldn't see it straight away
Those moments of our life won't come
We couldn't feel it straight away

Their tombs are crumbling
in the desert around,
Whilst I...

... across the sea,
but dream of that sound
that used to be truth
in the elder days
Return, Sweet Vision!
Allow me again
Be when we all were
more than a wind
of pain and despair
Can this be dreaming?
Must my eyelids close
That I may catch
the fragrance of the rose?
Track Name: A Blackened Shore
I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I whisper of fame
but silence returns

I envy the sun
I envy the sky
True freedom they have
Mine is but a lie

It cramps me, the fear
of what could be near
of what lies beneath
But can be found here

I stand all alone,
On a sandy shore,
I tremble and cry
But I can not die

It burns within
my greatest sin
my once pure life
turned to ruin

I scream out loud
but nothing is found
no voices at all
not a single sound

On this blackened shore
The home of the brave
These dry empty words
Should they dig my grave?
Track Name: Idiocy
In the evening ring the concrete walls
From deadly weapons, the silver plains
and blue lakes, over which the sun
abates and slowly dies down
Dark rolls; encircles the night
Dying light; the wild lament
of their shattered mouths
of their withered hearts
Red cloud, in it an angry god lives
The spilled blood itself, the night
Dispersed between the darkened souls,
decomposing, the idiocy shines

O proud grief! Your earlier altars
The scorching flame of the mind
Feeds from the fear, from inner wars
the world obdurately binds
Track Name: Fires Of The Calm Sun
Butchered infants for my bieliefs
The world whails in grief
On the purple stone
sullen and livid necessity sits
from which deepest womb,
packed with dying wishes,
upon the salvage of god's will
poisonous flowers bloom

Drink the blood
Drink aloud
Spit it out

(5:30) Melody - Kamil
(5:56) Melody - Andrzej
(7:12) Lead - Andrzej

Within this endless day of wrath
fresh roses burn in fires
of the calm sun
Roses of Blame
Roses of Sin

(8:29) Lead - Andrzej

Butchered infants for my beliefs
The world whails in grief

Drink the blood
Drink aloud
Spit it out