Wahlheim

by MORAR

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released January 15, 2016

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“Thou wert swift, O Morar! as a roe on the desert; terrible as a meteor of fire. Thy wrath was as the storm. Thy sword in battle as lightning in the field. Thy voice was as a stream after rain, like thunder on distant hills. Many fell by thy arm; they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath.” ... more

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Track Name: Embrace The Torrent
I went forth
A rapid thaw had suddenly set in
The river had risen
The brooks had all overflowed their banks

In the intense delight of ending my sorrows
And my sufferings by a plunge

Agitated by the roaring wind
The moon shone forth and tinged the black clouds
The torrent at my feet foamed and resounded
With awful and grand impetuosity

My senses forsook me

I hastened forth
I beheld a fearful sight
The foaming torrents rolled
Fields and meadows confounded together

With extended arms
I looked down into the yawning abyss
And cried, and cried:
Plunge!

In the intense delight of ending my sorrows
And my sufferings by a plunge

Agitated by the roaring wind
The moon shone forth and tinged the black clouds
The torrent at my feet foamed and resounded
With awful and grand impetuosity

To ride the whirlwind

Embrace the torrent

I have the courage to die!
Track Name: Torn By Thorns
Hinaus, hinaus ...

My sight grows dim
My hearing confused
My breathing oppressed as
If by the hand of a murderer

I either wander through
Climb some precipitous cliff
Force a path through
The trackless thicket

I lie stretched with fatigue
And dying in the night
The moon shines above me
In some sequestered forest

Durch die Dornen,
Die mich zerreißen

Torn by thorns

Hermit’s cell, his sackcloth
And girdle of thorns
Would be indulgence
Compared with what I suffer

Adieu!

I see no end to this except the grave
Track Name: Afflications
Like the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey

He whose heart cruel
Fate hath contracted
Struggles but vainly
Against all the barriers
The brazen thread raises
But which the harsh shears
Must one day sever

To whom balsam was poison

With thy glimmering torch
Lightest thou him
Through the fords when ’tis night
Over bottomless places
On desert-like plains

But who stands there apart?
In the thicket, lost is his path
Behind him the bushes
Are closing together
The grass springs up again
The desert engulphs him

Who‘ll heal his afflictions
To whom balsam was poison

First despised and now a despiser
Track Name: Thee To Scorn
Who help‘d me
Against the Titans‘ insolence?
Who rescued me
From certain death from slavery?

I honour thee! and why?
Hast thou e‘er lighten‘d the sorrows
Of the heavy laden?
Hast thou e‘er dried up the tears?

Cover thy spacious heavens
With clouds of mist

Here sit I, forming mortals
After my image
A race resembling me
To suffer, to weep
To enjoy, to be glad
And thee to scorn
As I !

Who help‘d me
Against the Titans‘ insolence?
Who rescued me
From certain death from slavery?

By Time and by eternal Fate
Masters of me and thee?

Here sit I, forming mortals
After my image
A race resembling me
To suffer, to weep
To enjoy, to be glad
And thee to scorn
As I !
Track Name: 'Tis Night
Light am I, that I were night!
But it is my lonesomeness
To be begirt with light!
That I were dark and nightly!

’Tis night: that I have to be light!
And thirst for the nightly!
’Tis night: now doth my longing break forth
in me as a fountain

And lonesomeness

For speech do I long

Light am I, that I were night!
But it is my lonesomeness
To be begirt with light!
That I were dark and nightly!

’Tis night: that I have to be light!
And thirst for the nightly!
’Tis night: now doth my longing break forth
in me as a fountain

And lonesomeness

But I live in mine own light
I drink again into myself
The flames that break forth from me
Track Name: Lonely Mountains
Returned again into the mountains
To the solitude of his cave
Withdrew himself from men
Waiting like a sower

Into the mirror, not myself
Devil’s grimace and derision

Too great hath been
The tension of my cloud:
‘Twixt laughters of lightnings
Will I cast hail-showers into the depths

Too long have I longed and looked
Into the distance
Too long hath solitude possessed me:
Thus have I unlearned to keep silence

Violently
Will my breast then heave
Violently
Will it blow its storm over the mountains

Too slowly runneth all speaking
Into thy chariot
O storm, do I leap!
And even thee will I whip with my spite!