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The Book of the Shattered Bonds, Ch. II: Shattered Bonds

by Lacklustre Mirror

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Forgive!.. 01:50
Spring meadows went grey with cold dews, On the wet grass of plains and hills My mother is going leaning on wind, Going home... but away from us. These words are my tribute and prayer Their thirst for truth's quenched with my tears They are crystallized with cold that nests under my skin... My mother is going home... Funeral cloak of silence Worn amongst the national feast Frozen thoughts, locked up hear, immobility Here I am!.. And mother's at home. Here is darkness surrounding me densely, To my daemons I'm almost given up Winds are beating me constantly, savagely... And my mother burns her lights - guiding lights.
Comet 06:32
That murky year was signed With a comet's revelation For long the pale eye Watched ev'ry dusk and dawn And several mighty kings With not a shred of mercy For their unhappy men Their armies raised to war For each one had a dream About the universal power And how someone pale-eyed Granted it to them Meanwhile from the north Plague appeared crawling And death with its own scythe Ruined, thrashed The Life But even dying men With their arms coming weaker Were tryin' to destroy All those they knew as foes And then colossal rains During more than forty days And washed it all away For new Life was to come forth That murky year was signed With the comet revelation What if it brought these evils None would ever know
Psycho 08:22
Towards the new-night wave there flows A pair of air-craft wings' side lights The phone receiver's agonizing on the floor Pointillistic dark clot in a volume canvas I find myself being frozen within time In a single moment with its scenery That's imprinted in my counsciousness, to be Drained off next moment... In a second, but not now And as I'm walking through the streets Both I and ev'ryone around Sense only our cover, while The thoughts dwell faraway But in this lonely crowd descents Cloaked with grey-blue twilight grace A wolf-souled one. Instead of sword Or gun he brings decay... The Greater Shadow seeks for me... The shadow seeks... It's felt like an old scar of an unsuffered wound Old memories begin to ache so hard Untied to dates, they're suddenly revived In blurred resemblance in the visions, smells, and sounds Whatever makes me joy or mourn and cry All movements that destroy my calm standstill - My yearning's nailed to my own lesser shadow And lasts forever like the earth and sky... Awareness of our frailty It is injected into us too early Again, despite the churchmen statements It'll ne'er bring vigour into human's life. Still, there's no fate men able to know, No sound of tucking clock they hear My term is pouring off but there remains Some time for me to look around. Some time...
Shattered 02:05
Slow trance... It's a succeeder of a deeper sleep... Illusion Empress of Calm and Emptyness — Who tells the visions from reality? — Would never do now even the Wisest One. Autumn... Descend and cast down right into impending cold Throughout moonshadows born by frosty shine, Awakened lunatics are hiding from the Moon, In rage behold her glowing in the night. The daytime clouds are transmuting into ice And Heavens are rising farther day by day Thou paintest woods with all your brightest paints Like a child with coloured chalk revives grey walls... It won't take long before you wash this all away Again, without regret like a careless child... Autumn! Thine sweet breath — bitter poison streams in my veins, And raise grey gloom from fathoms of my soul... And make me feel time's running faster every moment, Life's turning to an endless spin — — Dance of fallen leaves, Fading memories — Fragrance of unsatisfied passions, Childish soul oppressed, Sprang beyond its place Towards hollow colourless impression Similar to the late autumn scenery... Water and dirt, rocks and emptyness What else I seeked? Whence has come that odd feeling Of a great deceive, while I still hadn't known the truth — And it is still obscure... Wasn't that a dream... But some alien words I've heard Those told that each of us is spinning throughout his life In a awesome hall, full of windows and lights, And in madness of motion a mosaic they arrange We're condemned to imagine as life, We are doomed to take as True Life...
Wrong Number 00:12
The most venomous cure for human soul - To attend to others' sufferings performs Its devilish sufficiency in case Of an ill one I behold in mirror day by day. The silent roar of dazzling inflamed skies Descents and presses down spirit, thoughts. I let in devil on his knock in Inner Doors of mine, And picture him on a dusty glass of soul. The images those I create against my will - St. Elmo's Fires on the border's edge Of tired consciousness... So dying flower is More fragrant, than it was being fresh. I'm given with the splinters of Thine Songs, With images, those Thou create and see, And go insane, as all I've ever done Is possessed with grey. The grace won't blooming be...
Control 00:47
The windows - shut, But day is to begin, So sun is rising from A vase upon my table, I'm fear'd with 'Barbie' six feet long, That wishes to be raped To have a punishment For cyanide crystals in my cup... But poison fails to have effect Upon my system, As a deformed cup's overfilled With my grey depression juice, So all this mixture's vapourizing Down there on the floor, A bitter almond weaker fragrance Brings no harm... Preserve your sense of rightness for somebody else, I'm not a toy for you but you for me must be, Six feet long Barbie-doll, hell! You don't stare at me, But watch your head, it's gonna fall again! Three colours: brown, grey And cyan-blue - Dirt, dust and paint-can of Psychiatry's staff painter... Now, bring a cleaner here and Open windows, please. If even they would lead nowhere, As these words I force to get out. Perform your skill of Nightness in this round chamber, There is enough room right for that, The wild lust has the same smell of the bitter almond, That blooming in your artificial hair... Preserve your sense of rightness for somebody else, I'm not a toy for you but you for me must be, Six feet long Barbie-doll, hell! You don't stare at me, But watch your head, it's gonna fall again!
The sullen landscape as the evening falls Breeds desperation by its own self The monotonous figures of the passers-by Turn flat, and spread about the walls, and fade. It's not yet dark, and from the western edge Of visible from this old square sky There stretch the rests of bygone daytime light And slowly turn to gloomy-dark blue-grey. In a darker corner of the stoneful square Another figure's standing there for hours Like a golem without scripture in his mouth, And tryin' to solve within the dark and rocks Head he lifts up and the tears Break through the restraining pillar of his own will for nobody can see him now. Terror of done, and its irreversibility Led him here away from the mortal eyes Swarms of thoughts and images before his eyes Are drown in the tears those devastate men's mind With thrillin' hand he's drawn a dagger from his sleeve And blood's begun to knock into his temples and his eyes, Without motion now his stands as night is growing And stares at this short smooth blade's icy shine... There is no strength To cut this string that seems to be of steel No bravery nor strength but only fear... A woman that has given him his life once went ill, but was healed... And tried to teach him not to stay alone Whatever there could be... But she surprisingly met only rage Against her words and deeds and thats has weakened her against her old disease... And in fear he looked at the winkless eye of Venus As the broken voice her sentence spelled The clouds keep on flying high Together with his anxious memories They looked like a pantomime He felt like Claudius watching in astonishment A tragedy about return to Hell. She's in Heaven now... Hell remained here...
Hope 00:58


"Shattered Bonds" is the second part of "The Book of the Shattered Bonds" trilogy, released in 2007 by Shadowplay Records on the same CD with the first part. For Bandcamp these two parts are separated, as initially planned. The CD also contained a bonus track - Dark Water sung by Marea Internum. For conceptual reasons it will be added later.

This is the band's first proper studio record.


released February 5, 2007

Marea Internum - vocals
b. - composition, keyboards, arrangement, drums programming, vocals, recorder on Track 7 (Shattered)
Celestial @Ir - composition, guitars, bass, vocals on Track 11 (St. Elmo's Fires)

Mike Osiko - recording, mixing, mastering, except track 2 (Mother is Going Home) mastered by Emily A. Saaen.
Cover design by Vitaly Rybalchenko
Band Photo by Mari Marlene and El Rocie


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Lacklustre Mirror Moscow, Russia

Lacklustre Mirror (1998 - 2011) was a Moscow, Russia-based dark art rock/neoclassic/gothic metal band. Despite its longevity and a large number of people coming and going it has only released two full-length albums at Shadowplay Records in 2007 and 2009 before dissolving permanently in 2011. ... more

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