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?
Isle, of my Fathers!
hear the filial song
Of him, whose sources
only to thou belong!
By the mighty hand
was carved from the land
I call thee,
my thirsty demons!
Can the surging sea,
tear my heart from thee?
(3:58) Lead - Andrzej Komarek
Can distant dwelling drain
The ancestral blood
that warms my veins?
Isle of my Fathers!
hear the filial song
Of him, whose sources
only to thou belong!
By the mighty hand
was carved from the land
Thy matchless sons
The foundation laid
Thy matchless arts
The nation made
Hail! Pale shades
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?
credits
from Hybrid Creation,
released November 30, 2012
"Fragrance Of Old"
Music: Andrzej Komarek & Kamil Jakubowski
Lyrics: Paweł Kucypera
Bass - Andrzej Komarek
Drums - Marcin Tatar
Guitars - Andrzej Komarek
Keyboards - Piotr Rokosz
Special Sound Effects - Paweł Kucypera
Vocal - Przemysław Kajnat
supported by 4 fans who also own “Fragrance Of Old”
Wow. I had this in my wishlist for a while and just purchased. I did not realize the gravity of what this was until I started listening through it. This is genius. So heavy but beautiful. A mental, emotional, and spiritual experience. wespaul2000