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Beethoven's Nightmare
ベートーベンズ・ナイトメア
ベートーベンの悪夢 (Bētōben no Akumu) (Full Kanji, Unofficial)
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Appears On Astronomy
Track 7
Length  ????
Written By Music: Mörck, Holmlid - Lyrics: Mörck
Preceded By The Book of Shadows Part IV: The Scrolls of Geometria Divina
Followed By Too Late for Sorrow


Beethoven's Nightmare is the seventh track of Dragonland's fourth full-length album, Astronomy.

LyricsEdit

AstronomyEdit

Booklet LyricsEdit

"As light rain fell over Vienna and its curiously amiable baroque facades, a somewhat gangly figure strode over the well-traversed streets, seemingly without destination or determination. The year was 1792, and Vienna had just started to recover from the appalling shock caused by the death of their grown-up prodigy, W.A. Mozart, the year before. But as one God in the pantheon of creative virtuosi fell from sanctity, another one ascended to his throne, but just like his predecessor he would not be absolved from disconcerting strife throughout his life.
While walking through those oddly angled streets he soon found himself outside an antiquated house, brownish in colour and very acutely in contrast to the beautiful marmoreal neighbouring houses. Rathausgasse 17, it was indeed the correct address, and with a slight frown the young man pulled open the decayed door.
There was no time for any impediment, for he knew that a full piano sonata had to be delivered to the Archduke Rudolph in merely three days time, an almost infeasible enterprise. But the young man routinely prepared himself for the task by covering the diminutive windows, to shut out the remaining evening light, and instantly entered a fevered state of composing.
The only source of illumination was the candle-light hauntingly climbing up the wall. However, still exhausted from the long trip from his birthplace in Bonn, the young man fell asleep and dreamt calamitous dreams of the future, and the most daemoniacal fate a composer could ever imagine.
But this nightmare was partly real, for only weeks before he had felt the first symptoms of a deteriorating sense of hearing...
"


Twilight, candlelit walls

A strong crescendo

highlights the lonely calls

from my piano


Melody, come to me

Sing your silent voice

Remedy my envy

Bring me one last choice


Why, why can't you bring me to find

To hear your sound

No wayfarer is blind


See my hands

conducting a nightmare

The symphony of a tragedy

So great it devours me

These notes are just fantasy

Perpetual dream

won't let go of me

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could open my mind


Moonlight, make me conceive

a slow sonata

Midnight, the dead will grieve

to this dark cantata


The detestable dance to my score

They hear my cries

Your guidance I implore


See my hands

constructing a nightmare

The symphony of a universe

So vast it devours me

These nights are just fantasy

Celestial beam,

help me to see

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could open my mind


Solo: Mörck

Solo: Magnunsson


Into a unending sorrow

A festival of horror

An orchestra of the undead


So bright, my destiny was

Golden future

Inside shadows amass

Nocturnal rapture


Melody, come to me

Sing your silent voice

Remedy my envy

Bring me one last choice


Why can't you bring me to find

To hear your sound

No wayfarer is blind


See my hands

conducting a nightmare

The beauty of a melody

Is all that inspires me

to write my last symphony

Perpetual dream

never lets go of me

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could have opened my mind

Normal LyricsEdit

"As light rain fell over Vienna and its curiously amiable baroque facades, a somewhat gangly figure strode over the well-traversed streets, seemingly without destination or determination. The year was 1792, and Vienna had just started to recover from the appalling shock caused by the death of their grown-up prodigy, W.A. Mozart, the year before. But as one God in the pantheon of creative virtuosi fell from sanctity, another one ascended to his throne, but just like his predecessor he would not be absolved from disconcerting strife throughout his life.
While walking through those oddly angled streets he soon found himself outside an antiquated house, brownish in colour and very acutely in contrast to the beautiful marmoreal neighbouring houses. Rathausgasse 17, it was indeed the correct address, and with a slight frown the young man pulled open the decayed door.
There was no time for any impediment, for he knew that a full piano sonata had to be delivered to the Archduke Rudolph in merely three days time, an almost infeasible enterprise. But the young man routinely prepared himself for the task by covering the diminutive windows, to shut out the remaining evening light, and instantly entered a fevered state of composing.
The only source of illumination was the candle-light hauntingly climbing up the wall. However, still exhausted from the long trip from his birthplace in Bonn, the young man fell asleep and dreamt calamitous dreams of the future, and the most daemoniacal fate a composer could ever imagine.
But this nightmare was partly real, for only weeks before he had felt the first symptoms of a deteriorating sense of hearing...
"


Twilight, candlelit walls

A strong crescendo

highlights the lonely calls

from my piano


Melody, come to me

Sing your silent voice

Remedy my envy

Bring me one last choice


Why, why can't you bring me to find

To hear your sound

No wayfarer is blind


See my hands

conducting a nightmare

The symphony of a tragedy

So great it devours me

These notes are just fantasy

Perpetual dream

won't let go of me

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could open my mind


Piano riff à la Beethoven


Moonlight, make me conceive

a slow sonata

Midnight, the dead will grieve

to this dark cantata


_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid

_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid

_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid


The detestable dance to my score

They hear my cries

Your guidance I implore


See my hands

constructing a nightmare

The symphony of a universe

So vast it devours me

These nights are just fantasy

Celestial beam,

help me to see

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could open my mind


Solo: Mörck

Piano solo a la Beethoven

Solo: Magnunsson


Into unending sorrow

A festival of horror

An orchestra of the undead


So bright, my destiny was

Golden future

Inside shadows amass

Nocturnal rapture


Melody, come to me

Sing your silent voice

Remedy my envy

Bring me one last choice


Why can't you bring me to find

To hear your sound

No wayfarer is blind


See my hands

conducting a nightmare

The beauty of a melody

Is all that inspires me

to write my last symphony

Perpetual dream

never lets go of me

I struggle to live

without the notion of a sound

that could have opened my mind

CastingEdit

LineupEdit

???? - Beethoven Piano.

CastEdit

None.

TriviaEdit

  • Olof Mörck stated in an interview that the song intertwines heavy guitar riffs and classical piano melodies to tell the story of Beethoven writing a symphony about a tragedy that is consuming his life, while he laments about being deaf and wishing he could hear a sound "that could open my mind".

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