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- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Grim Poems is a horror fantasy story that tells about a magical city of Grim and its rabbit-headed people. The citizens of Grim are suffering under the tyranny of a monster called Mörk and his power orb Malevolent. The monster has stolen the magical powers - or the orbs - from the citizens, and they are hiding in the darkness, waiting for the deity called Luna to save them. Grim Poems comes with Grim, the fourth album by Dark Sarah, a cinematic metal band from Finland. Dark Sarah produces conceptual albums that tell a consistent story. Grim opens a new continuing story line that follows the steps of The Chronicles, the first trilogy.
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Seitenzahl: 19
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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GRIM POEMS
Written by: Heidi Parviainen
Proofreading: Olga Kurikka
Layout and editing: Sami-Petri Salonen
Artwork: Jan Yrlund
Photos: Marko Simonen
Table of Contents
THE PROPHECY
MY NAME IS LUNA
THE CHOSEN ONE
ILLUMINATE
MELANCHOLIA
ICEHEART
LA FOLIE VERTE
WOLF AND THE MAIDEN
THE HEX
ALL EARS!
THe DEVIL’S PEAK
MÖRK
THE DARK THRONE
THE PROPHECY
In the forest dark and drear
Lies the city of Grim.
People there are pale and scared,
Their lights have become dim.
The monster from the Devil’s Peak
Has stolen the magical Orbs
To make the others weak,
So he could grow strong.
Something strange once happened
In the dark past of Grim:
A wounded moth came wondering
Onto the Witch’s brim.
With the powers of the moon
The Witch made her human,
And after many days in doom,
She turned into a woman.
She was taken to Oggadot
As her last resting place.
Under the willow and satin cloth
She fell asleep in grace.
It’s said that when the moon is right,
She’ll be brought back to life,
And the black Wolf is watching by
Her grave, night after night.
The Wolf has lived for centuries,
No one knows, why
He guards the grave from the enemies
With a howl like a cry.
She’ll be awoken by the flare
Of the Orb of magic
To leave behind her nightmares
And the past so tragic.
When the moon has made a thousand tides,
It’s time for her to rise
From the bed of the wild thymes,
The moonlight in her eyes.
GRIM
Once upon a time,
Grim was not so grim.
The future looked bright,
There was magic of every kind.
Lively markets, happy men,
Children circling the forest fen,
Magical Orbs of every form
For any household chore.
People were kind and open-hearted
Letting the Orbs fly free and unguarded.
The city was bathing in light
And nothing could ruin the sight.
Some of the Orbs had stronger force.
The wise men who knew more
Collected them to fight against
The other wizard lords.
The fight over the power Orbs
Increased and escalated.
People locked up inside their homes,
The laws were violated.
Darkness fell upon the town.
