Le haut bois
Artesia Lyrics


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Au delà des sombres collines venteuses,

Et des marais tourbeux de Brennilis
S'effilochent les brumes du mystère
Se dressent fiers les monuments de pierre,
Hérissés d'arbres noueux et hostiles

Ici se trouve la pointe occidentale

De la forêt sauvage de Brocéliande
Des blocs de pierre sculptés par l'érosion,
Où le granit s'habille de mousse grise
Telles les eaux qui noyèrent la Cité d'Ys

Sans fin écume le Ruisseau d'Argent,

Le Haut Bois est un palais minéral
Le vent murmure et pleure sous les chênes




Qu'un trésor fut caché en ces lieux
Le roi légendaire viendra le rechercher

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Artesia's song Le haut bois paint a picturesque scene of a mysterious forest in Western France. The first stanza describes the surroundings beyond the windy dark hills and the swampy marshlands of Brennilis. It talks about the misty fog of mystery that shrouds the proud standing monuments of stone, which are dotted with knotty and hostile trees.


The second stanza reveals that this place is the western end of the Brocéliande Forest, a vast woodland area that covers approximately 7,000 hectares in Brittany. It goes on to describe the blocks of stones, sculpted by erosion and adorned with grey moss. These stones are akin to those that can be seen under the water of the drowned city of Ys.


It talks about the never-ending frothing of the Silver Stream, and it refers to the High Wood as a mineral palace. The wind allegedly murmurs and weeps beneath the oak trees, while a hidden treasure waits to be found by a legendary king who'll come back one day to seek the hidden bounty.


Overall, the song speaks to the enigmatic beauty that this corner of the world holds. It tells a story of a forest that has seen centuries of history – the tales of Ys, the tales of King Arthur and the tales of many other fabled characters. The song invites the listener to take a journey with its lyrics and embrace the magic that lies within the realm of the High Wood.


Line by Line Meaning

Au delà des sombres collines venteuses,
Beyond the windy dark hills,


Et des marais tourbeux de Brennilis
And the peaty marshes of Brennilis,


S'effilochent les brumes du mystère
The mystery's mist is unraveling,


Se dressent fiers les monuments de pierre,
Proud stone monuments stand,


Hérissés d'arbres noueux et hostiles
Covered with hostile knotted trees,


Ici se trouve la pointe occidentale
Here lies the western edge


De la forêt sauvage de Brocéliande
Of the wild forest of Brocéliande


Des blocs de pierre sculptés par l'érosion,
Blocks of stone sculpted by erosion,


Où le granit s'habille de mousse grise
Where the granite is adorned in gray moss,


Telles les eaux qui noyèrent la Cité d'Ys
Like the waters that drowned the City of Ys


Sans fin écume le Ruisseau d'Argent,
The Silver Stream foams endlessly,


Le Haut Bois est un palais minéral
The High Wood is a mineral palace


Le vent murmure et pleure sous les chênes
The wind murmurs and weeps beneath the oak trees


Qu'un trésor fut caché en ces lieux
That a treasure was hidden in these places,


Le roi légendaire viendra le rechercher
The legendary king will come and search for it




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Psycho Messorem

Encantador uma simples palavra que descreve quando escuto músicas assim, mágico para mim💀

Natureza é vida - Lucas renam

Espetacular sensacional amo artesia ouço todos os dias...

Azargled

one of my favourite pieces of the neoclassical scene, along with "De Lumiere et d'Obscurite" (Dark Sanctuary) and "The Reign of Chaos and Old Night" (Elend).

Romudlog

Magnifiques sont les paroles d'Artesia Qui décrivent à merveille Les rêveries de l'éveil Du promeneur solitaire Avec Dame Nature...aux aléas... ...Mornes et délétères...

jignore

Absolument génial !!!

Pascal Biaudet

Du bonheur à l'état pur...............................j'adore!

MouthOfTheUnknown

Thank you so much for making this song available to hear

gleb202

damn,its so unbelievably beautyfull! thanks alot 4 posting it :)

Eldfell

Pure, pure magic...

Nikolaj Merikano

High Wood is a mineral palace. The wind murmurs and cries under oaks That a treasure was hidden in these places... The fabled king will come to search it..

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