the scythe

• elvenking'in 4.albümü.
• "bu ne lan in flames'in yeni albümünü mü indirdik yanlışlıkla?" dedirten elvenking şarkısı aynı zamanda, enteresan.
  
  edit: sadece bu şarkı değil, bütün albüm clean vokalli melodik death metal moduna geçmiş, bir garip olmuş, ama dinleniyor.
• (bkz: scythe)
• insanı ilk dinlediğinde elvenking albümü dinlemiyormuş gibi hissetiren ama kendi içinde güzel albüm. özellikle romance and wrath dinlenesidir. şarkıları şöyledir:
  
  1. the scythe
  2. lost hill of memories
  3. infection
  4. poison tears
  5. a riddle of stars
  6. romance & wrath
  7. the divided heart
  8. totentanz
  9. death and the suffering
  10. dominhate
• şarkıların başında ve sonunda bulunan dörtlükleri alt alta koyunca şöyle bir şey çıkıyor:
  
  on this night of nights, she's coming my way
  under this rain, dirty with agony and pain
  mistress of doom, winner of all fights
  my glance is reflected in the blade of the scythe
  
  and if you follow the trails down this winter wake
  she's reaping down souls, one for every flake
  throughout the ages, through centuries
  she, mistress of customs, of memories
  
  for all the ones who seek their dawn
  my wrath i breed, my wrath i spawn
  behind a crooked cross they hide
  forever i shall be their bride
  
  the puritan filth, where ivy grows
  the poisoned tear, the thorn, the rose
  the sin, the pleasure, the sexual urge
  is what i choose for my last dirge
  
  of love and death, of earth and war
  death is the saviour, life is a whore
  of hugs and lashes, of caresses and scars
  there is a light, a riddle of stars
  
  to cut the strings, to end their lives
  no mercy, pity, no false disguise
  morte, amore, death and love
  behold their pain from high above
  
  half my heart a gift of purity
  half my heart a deadly curse
  half will live in sweet obscurity
  half will take me to my hearse
  
  suffered i have and suffer i will...
  counting my days in the blood that i spill
  the sweetest of tortures, that we call life...
  will hopefully cease with the slash of a knife
  
  a day of life, a night of sex
  i'm going through every kind of excess
  till i find myself hating the mirror
  where a stranger sees me clad in terror
  
  on that night of nights, she came my way
  under the rain, dirty with agony and pain
  death of sorrow, death of misery
  the scythe has fallen... was it for me?