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Ved Buens Ende
Ved Buens Ende is a metal band from Oslo, Norway, formed in 1994 by the drummer Carl-Michael Eide and guitarist Vicotnik, who were then joined by bassist Skoll. The band was unique by their mixture of many unusual musical elements for metal, such as atonality and dissonance, a very prominent bass sound as well as Eide's crooning and Vicotnik's characteristic shrieks.
The band split up in 1997, after releasing only one full-length album, Written in Waters, with the British label Misanthropy Records. Read Full BioVed Buens Ende is a metal band from Oslo, Norway, formed in 1994 by the drummer Carl-Michael Eide and guitarist Vicotnik, who were then joined by bassist Skoll. The band was unique by their mixture of many unusual musical elements for metal, such as atonality and dissonance, a very prominent bass sound as well as Eide's crooning and Vicotnik's characteristic shrieks.
The band split up in 1997, after releasing only one full-length album, Written in Waters, with the British label Misanthropy Records. Ved Buens Ende rehearsed for a new album in 2006 (never released), but split up again in 2007, because, as stated in their Myspace, Vikotnic and Czral realized they had grown apart musically. Much of the material intended for this release ultimately appeared on Virus' The Black Flux.
Carl-Michael Eide also founded Virus in 2000. This band is considered a continuation of his previous work with Buens Ende because of similar musical elements and an avant-garde form of unusual experimentation, although the band has its own characteristic sound.
The band reunited a second time in 2019.
The band split up in 1997, after releasing only one full-length album, Written in Waters, with the British label Misanthropy Records. Read Full BioVed Buens Ende is a metal band from Oslo, Norway, formed in 1994 by the drummer Carl-Michael Eide and guitarist Vicotnik, who were then joined by bassist Skoll. The band was unique by their mixture of many unusual musical elements for metal, such as atonality and dissonance, a very prominent bass sound as well as Eide's crooning and Vicotnik's characteristic shrieks.
The band split up in 1997, after releasing only one full-length album, Written in Waters, with the British label Misanthropy Records. Ved Buens Ende rehearsed for a new album in 2006 (never released), but split up again in 2007, because, as stated in their Myspace, Vikotnic and Czral realized they had grown apart musically. Much of the material intended for this release ultimately appeared on Virus' The Black Flux.
Carl-Michael Eide also founded Virus in 2000. This band is considered a continuation of his previous work with Buens Ende because of similar musical elements and an avant-garde form of unusual experimentation, although the band has its own characteristic sound.
The band reunited a second time in 2019.
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I Sang For The Swans
by Ved Buens Ende
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...
It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
We devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.
Let the fallen...
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with its beautiful voices...
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
The swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music... choir...
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by Ved Buens Ende
...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings...
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest...
Was music choir...
It will never leave...
...the scar...
The choir will never leave.
Sing for the lurker.
Sing for the one with horns.
We pity the feathers,
We devour the wing...
I sang for the swans.
I raped her on her throne.
Let the fallen...
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."
The sane, with its beautiful voices...
A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans.
The swans, smothered on our chests,
Was music... choir...
Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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