Первый альбом группы - "Simphonia Sine Nomine" - продемонстрировал, что группе действительно есть что сказать. Величественный глубокий вокал Франчески Николи, инспирированная эпохами Барокко и Ренессанса музыка, да и сама концепция альбома - о статуях старинных кладбищ, незримо наблюдающих за живыми, бродящими между могил.
с www.ataraxia.net:
"I visited the graveyard today, eager to see its statues, expression of nameless faces, so distant, elusive, charged of abstract silences. The statues observed me more than I observed them, trying to grasp their history and past. It was us who were hiding, they would have ever been there, it was us the blind that even if we had been able to see we would have only remained the blind on the other side."
«Men are always unaware and blind towards their own destiny and over there stands the "Tower of the Divine Knowledge" that makes fun of us with its cynical glance, we, the poor blind. But here it is the impulse of rebellion to the fate, to the awe of what is unknown and untamable, here it is the challenge to regive candour to the flesh and eliminate the idea of spread death always feared.
We are no longer little beasts hidden in musk and seaweeds, even if lost in "The Big Forest" at flood waters' mercy, under a moon in fire, we have begun to exist. That's why we are both Gods and Children, that's why we are dragged to the hell with great fulfilment !»
с www.ataraxia.net:
"I visited the graveyard today, eager to see its statues, expression of nameless faces, so distant, elusive, charged of abstract silences. The statues observed me more than I observed them, trying to grasp their history and past. It was us who were hiding, they would have ever been there, it was us the blind that even if we had been able to see we would have only remained the blind on the other side."
«Men are always unaware and blind towards their own destiny and over there stands the "Tower of the Divine Knowledge" that makes fun of us with its cynical glance, we, the poor blind. But here it is the impulse of rebellion to the fate, to the awe of what is unknown and untamable, here it is the challenge to regive candour to the flesh and eliminate the idea of spread death always feared.
We are no longer little beasts hidden in musk and seaweeds, even if lost in "The Big Forest" at flood waters' mercy, under a moon in fire, we have begun to exist. That's why we are both Gods and Children, that's why we are dragged to the hell with great fulfilment !»
, в этот квартал стали заселяться зажиточные буржуа, полностью его перестроив и заменив эти вот милые средневековые домики на гравюре ренессансными особняками. На кладбище торгуют -- еще бы, рынок рядом -- и бродят начинающие поэты и писатели. А в 1669 году, решив расширить улицу Медников, снесли галерею Белья, перенеся часть останков на Монмартр и построив там доходный дом. Впрочем, дом построили все равно на галерее, только уже новой, и останки туда тоже впихнули, между арками и первым жилым этажом, так что... судите сами, в общем, а я бы жить там не хотела.
