In 2010 the band had a radical change in the line-up, with only Mike staying from the previous one.
The lineup is as follows:
Mike Lunacy - Vocals
Daniele Galassi - Lead and Rythm guitar
Jacopo Rossi - Bass
Alessandro Vagnoni - Drums
The band was founded in 1997 by singer Mike Lunacy and guitarist Enomys. It was not until 1999, with the addition of drummer Baijkal and bassist Harpad, that the band became complete and released their first official album, Devoid, the following year. While earlier releases were on Metal Blade, the band is currently associated with the label Self Distribuzione. In 2001 bassist Harpad left and was replaced by Imer. In 2003 the band released their second official album, Forget Me Not. In June 2006 Baijkal and Imer left the band for personal reasons, but not before the release of The Diarist. Mary Ann and Mathias entered the band in August 2006; in the Autumn of 2007, Baijkal and Imer returned and Mathias left the band, and Mary Ann went from playing bass to second guitar. In 2009, Enomys left the band due to personal reasons. Simon joined the band officially soon after at the guitar to replace him.
In 2010 the band had a radical change in the line-up, with Mike staying as the only original member from Dark Lunacy.
With this renewed line-up the band recorded in 2012 a live DVD in Mexico City and in the same year it undertook a successful tour in Russia. After the release of the DVD, the band suffered once again the changing of other musicians. Marchini and Cinquegrana left and the band becomes a quartet again, with the addition of Jacopo Rossi on bass. With this personnel Dark Lunacy gave life to the fifth full-length album titled The Day Of Victory, a record that is linked thematically to the events of the Russian Second World War.
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sybir
Dark Lunacy Lyrics
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The forest receives it’s smoking bit
Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward
And my destination, drawing to the shroud
Windows reflect, this quiet…
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness.
Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass
And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black
Cathedral burns in tears.
Redemption for all sinner lost in time.
Windows reflect, this quiet…
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave…my funeral
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door
And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness.
Every dump brick the sinner corps
Every out candle, sinner lair
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Window reflect, this quiet
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Running, to grave…my funeral
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail
My stigmata they want to blade
And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.
The lyrics of Dark Lunacy's song "Sybir" tell the tale of a journey on a mystical railroad through a dark, eerie forest. The locomotive chugs along, shrouded in mist, while the singer crouches in the carriage, sensing that their destination draws near. The windows reflect a sense of quiet and peace, as if the world outside is holding its breath. However, the peace is disrupted by the presence of an unfaithful apostle, who lurks nearby but is unable to harm the singer, who is protected by their loneliness.
As the journey continues, the singer's preacher calls out to the masses, even as dying children come to the black cathedral. Through it all, the windows continue to reflect a sense of stillness and peace, even as the world around them burns with tears. The singer is ready to embrace the sacred door, even as the storm sleeps between the woods and they run towards their funeral. Candle flames wait for them, signifying the flame of their soul. They are ready for the stroke of the mortal bell, even as they are pierced by ancient nails, and a thousand candles shine for their evil.
Overall, "Sybir" presents a dark, foreboding picture of a journey towards death, with elements of horror and the supernatural. The lyrics suggest that the singer is unafraid of their fate, and ready to embrace whatever awaits them beyond the mortal realm.
Line by Line Meaning
Locomotive is running inside the mist
The journey has started and the train is running amidst the fog
The forest receives it’s smoking bit
The forest is enveloped in smoke from the train
Crouch into carriage, I feel the forward
The singer settles in the carriage and feels the train moving forward
And my destination, drawing to the shroud
The artist's destination is approaching like a final shroud
Windows reflect, this quiet…
The quietness of the journey is reflected on the windows
Grievances is moving, along the mystic rail
The negative emotions are traveling with the singer on the train
Unfaithful apostle is stays morbidly near
The sense of betrayal is constantly present
But I can’t feel the stroke, I’m covered by loneliness.
The loneliness of the artist shields them from the pain
Triumphant, my preacher, is calling to his mass
A preacher figure urges the artist on in a grand manner
And slowly, dying children, are coming to your black
Death is creeping upon everything and everyone
Cathedral burns in tears.
The sadness and despair in the singer is overwhelming
Redemption for all sinner lost in time.
A hope for redemption is wished for all those trapped in sin and time
The storm, is sleeping, between the wood
Nature is calm, but the stormy turmoil is brewing underneath
Running, to grave…my funeral
The singer senses the approach of their own funeral
Candle are waiting…the flame of soul
The flickering candle symbolizes the soul waiting for its fate
I’m ready for unclosed the sacred door
The artist is ready to face the unknown, to open the doors to the sacred
And for, my evil, one thousand, candle…are shine.
A thousand candles bear witness to the evil in the artist's life
Every dump brick the sinner corps
Every brick of the sinner's abode represents their sins
Every out candle, sinner lair
The extinguished candles symbolize the absence of the sinner's soul
I’m ready for the stroke of mortal bell
The artist is ready for the final toll of the bell, signaling the end of their life
Pierce my hand, whit ancient nail
The artist is ready to suffer the pain of crucifixion, as a symbol of their redemption
My stigmata they want to blade
The wounds in the artist's hands are a metaphor for the emotional wounds they carry
Contributed by Ian S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.