In autumn 1993 two new members joined Cemetery of Scream - Artur Oleszkiewicz /guitar/ and Kasia Rachwalik /keyboards/. By the end of July 1994 having taken part in "S'trash'ydlo '94" /the biggest Polish underground festival/, the band again entered the Gamma Studio to register the music for their debut LP/CD/MC "Melancholy".
As it was with "Sameone", also this time the band invited some musician-friends to the studio to work together on the visions of "Melancholy". Piotr Labuzek /the co-producer and sound engineer/ played the keyboards; his work effects are clearly distinct in most of the instrumental compositions. The female voices by Magda Jaglarz and Paulina Piwowarczyk and some guitars solos by Paweł Góralczyk add to overall effect.
His poetry tells about sadness, happiness, beauty, fear and pain - it is like a voyage into the depths of human feelings. Together with the music and layout they make one unite whole. On its account the band already got a video-clip shot for the track called "Anxiety" which was released on the compilation video-movie from Nuclear Blast Records, entitled "Beauty in Darkness". What is worth noticing - it is the fact that C.O.S. was included in this movie among acts such as Lacrimosa, Tiamat, Love Like Blood or Therion. At the same time the piece called "Melancholy" was promoted on the compilation album by the Nuclear Blast, entitled "Souncheck - Series vol.5". Cemetery of Scream has also the pleasure and privilege to be given fine reviews both in its own country and abroad.
The album "Melancholy" was acclaimed the record of the month by the "Aardschok" magazine in Holland, and it took the best score in the German issue of the "Metal Hammer".
At the time the guitarist Artur Oleszkiewicz was soon replaced by Paweł Góralczyk - the man responsible for powerful activities of one of the most impressive bands on the Polish trash-metal scene - the crew playing under the name of Hellias. So, the band lost nothing of its freshness and power which was absolute confirmed by the reviews in metal and rock magazines. The German "Rock Hard" wrote about them-"...Cemetery of Scream from Kraków, Poland is highest quality...!!!". According to the good old tradition, which the band had adopted long ago, this title obviously portrays both the musical and lyrical fields, included in the record.
Needless to say, the layout of the album, precisely designed in very inch, perfectly underlines its mood. The official manufactured of this LP on the international arena was the "Serenades" Records - a German label.
As a preview of the 2001 album "Prelude to a Sentimental Journey" the act recorded an MCD called "Fin de Siecle" .The mood of this EP is inspired by the latest events on the political scene of the present day were where the crises of the century s and are overcome by wars - the wars being financed by the two empires (the war in former Yugoslavia, the war in Tshechenia, and many other conflicts all over the world). The return to decadence seems to be the only protest to this. In November 2004 the band played at Dark Stars Festival Tour 2004. After the tour they started to work on their new album, whose final concept crystallized after the change of the vocalist.
Lost Flowers
Cemetery of Scream Lyrics
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flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind
frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings
the silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of
flowers of hate'n'love
The rains streaming along the edge of the counter
flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip
the whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliance
Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeons
we were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand
The poetry of the streets drowned in the rain
the green of the trees and the black of the night
contrast of hope and hidden sad floods of tears cold and soulless
Lost flowers covered by the dust of oblivion
mercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour the past
immortal monument of hate'n'love of passion'n'desire
Someone said to the mirror when you're alone in your world
it will be the end of your dreams it will stay just the sad
the green of hope the next blessin' left on the stainy table
The lyrics of Cemetery of Scream's song Lost Flowers are incredibly poetic and evocative. The lines are full of vivid and striking imagery, telling a story of flowers and storms, rain and hope, love and hate, and ultimately, loss and oblivion. The first stanza describes the fragility of words and feelings, using the metaphor of dust particles and invisible birds to convey a sense of fleetingness and impermanence. The flowers, representing emotions, are tossed about by the storm of words and feelings, as if they were at the mercy of the wind. The imagery of lightnings and seeds further reinforces the idea of the transitory nature of human emotions.
The second stanza is more desolate, painting a picture of rain, cold and darkness. The rains streaming down serve as a metaphor for tears, the cold blows of whip suggesting the pain and suffering of the person feeling these emotions. The whisper of silent drops and flashes'n'brilliance of the window panes are also powerful images, suggesting both the quiet sadness and reflective nature of such emotions, as well as their ability to illuminate and shine in the gloomy darkness.
The final stanza speaks of lost flowers, mercy, and the passing of time. There is a sense of despair and resignation in the lines, as if the singer has come to terms with the end of their dreams and the fading of hope. The contrast between the green of hope and the black of the night further emphasizes the dichotomy between light and darkness, life and death. The haunting final line, "the next blessin' left on the stainy table", hints at the possibility of some future blessing, but the use of the word "stainy" suggests that it may be tainted or bittersweet.
Line by Line Meaning
Dust particles of the empty words like left wings of the invisible birds
The remnants of meaningless words and promises are like the abandoned wings of birds that cannot be seen
Flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind
Emotions and words are like a storm that blooms like flowers and is carried away by the wind
Frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings
Our emotions, like brittle stems, are fleeting and must be let go in time to make way for new ones
The silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of flowers of hate'n'love
The stillness of the night sky sows the seeds of both love and hate that will eventually bloom like flowers
The rains streaming along the edge of the counter flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip
Rain falls along the edge of a surface while cold winds whip at our face and shoulders
The whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliance
The faint sound of raindrops hitting windows and glass panes creates a dazzling display of flashes and sparkles
The darkened by the grey fog of the gloom
Everything is obscured by the oppressive, gray fog of sadness
Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeons we were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand
We were freed from our constraints like pigeons from their cages and set sail on the ocean with the power of destiny in our hands
The poetry of the streets drowned in the rain
The music and poetry of everyday life are drowned out by the sound of rainfall
The green of the trees and the black of the night contrast of hope and hidden sad floods of tears cold and soulless
The darkness of night and the hopefulness of nature create a stark contrast, while tears flow silently and without warmth
Lost flowers covered by the dust of oblivion mercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour the past immortal monument of hate'n'love of passion'n'desire
The memories of forgotten love and passion are like lost flowers, where mercy lies hidden beneath the veil of time, transformed into an immortal memorial of both love and hate
Someone said to the mirror when you're alone in your world it will be the end of your dreams it will stay just the sad the green of hope the next blessin' left on the stainy table
When one is utterly alone, dreams and aspirations come to an end, leaving behind only sadness. However, a glimmer of hope remains, for a new beginning, like the green of hope, is left upon the table
Contributed by Audrey R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Wandering Crow
I truly admire this album !! 🖤 Def. worth playing in it's entirely ... 🤘