1.Self-described "neoceltic pagan folk" band based in The Netherlands and Belgium
2. Electronic dance music producer from Ukraine
1. Omnia is a self-described "neoceltic pagan folk" band based in The Netherlands and Belgium and whose members (and former members) are Irish, Dutch, Indonesian, English and Belgian. Their traditional music takes on the form of various cultural routes, from places around the world such as Ireland, England and Afghanistan.
They sing in Welsh, English, Irish, Breton, Finnish, German, Dutch, Latin and Hindi and play Celtic harp, mouth harp, hurdy-gurdy, bodhrán, guitar, bouzouki, didgeridoo, flutes of all kinds, bagpipes, various drums and percussion instruments.
List of albums:
* Sine Missione (2000)
* Sine Missione 2 (2002)
* 3 (2003) - EP
* Crone of War (2004)
* Live Religion (2005) - live album
* PaganFolk (2006)
* Cybershaman (2007) - remix album
* Alive! (2007)
* History (2007) (American sampler) - compilation
* Pagan Folk Lore (2008) - live DVD
* PaganFolk At The Fairy Ball (2008) - live album
* World Of OMNIA (2009)
* Wolf Love (2010)
* Musick and Poëtree (2011)
* Live on Earth (2012)
* Earth Warrior (2014)
Present members:
Steve Sic (Steve Evans-van der Harten); Frontman, flutes, bouzouki, percussion, vocals
Jenny (Jennifer Evans-van der Harten); harp, hurdy-gurdy,hammered dulcimer, bodhran, piano, vocals
Daphyd Crow (Daphyd Sens); sliding didgeridoo
Rob Thunder (Rob van Barschot); Drums and percussion
Satrya; DADGAD Guitar
Previous members:
Mitch Rozek; Drums
Luka Aubri-Krieger; sliding didgeridoo
Joe Hennon; DADGAD guitar
Tom Spaan; drums
Philip Steenbergen; DADGAD guitar
Information from WorldOfOmnia.com and Wikipedia
2. Omnia is an electronic dance music producer, his track Stick in monday was featured in the Trance Mix Mission Podcast.
Man behind it all, is Evgeny Smirnov. Born in 1987, he would grow up with a diverse taste in music, loving and exploring the beauty of different genres. In the 90’s, he turned his passion for EDM into a hobby and started toying around with producing programs. After discovering trance music, Evgeny knew which path to follow and started developing his sound into this direction.
At the end of 2006, when Evgeny was only 20 years old, he concentrated on creating his own, quality tracks and saw big names like Armin van Buuren, Markus Schulz and Above & Beyond play his tracks and remixes on the radio and during gigs. Remixes on ‘Ørjan Nilsen – La Guitarra’ and ‘Armin van Buuren feat. Jacqueline Govaert – Never Say Never’ put Omnia’s name on the map.
Cornwall
Omnia Lyrics
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So I'm called back home to Cornwall
For that's where my heart lies buried
'Neath the standing stone
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Proudly waves above the landing place
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love
When I do recall the land I left behind that was my home
Sailing out from Falmouth bay way back in nineteen-eighty-three
Green behind the ears, just fifteen years of age, well that was me
Like a fool searching for freedom, roving further far and wide
I set out but I did not return upon the running tide
Where the timeless cliffs resound with mournful echoes of the cries
Of fearless seabirds chasing storm clouds though the silver sky
From the all-night clubs of west Berlin to lonely Pyrenees
From chaotic squats in Amsterdam to New World 'cross the sea
From the forests of New Hampshire to the streets of London Town
Though I loved each place, I could not stay, forever homeward bound
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and sway upon the rolling moors
And the sea wind blow her emerald kiss from north to southern shore
Where a song of stone sings out in-tune to transatlantic waves
If I could but hear that song again, my soul it would be saved
When I die as we must do one and all
Send my body home to Cornwall
Place my bones down with my heart
Beneath the standing stone
Put white cross on black field standing
On my coffin then I'll finally rest in peace
Within the arms of KERNOW, my true love
The lyrics of Omnia's song "Cornwall" evoke a powerful sense of loss and longing for a homeland that still holds a special place in the singer's heart. The opening lines compare the singer's return to Cornwall to a hound obediently following a hunter's horn call, underscoring the irresistible pull that this place has on their heart. The standing stone, which serves as a central symbol in the song, represents both the singer's spiritual anchor and the physical location where their heart lies buried. The imagery of the white cross on a black field proudly waving above the landing place creates a sense of reverence and pride for a land that holds a special place in the singer's heart.
Throughout the song, the singer reflects on past memories and experiences, lamenting the missed opportunities and chances to settle down in other places in search of freedom. Though the song is also a celebration of these experiences, it is ultimately affirming of the place that the singer calls home. The rolling moors, emerald kisses of the sea wind, and the song of stone singing out in-tune to the waves all paint a vivid portrait of the beauty of this special corner of England, while the final lines express a desire to ultimately return to this place even in death.
Overall, "Cornwall" is a powerful meditation on the pull of home, and the longing and nostalgia that such a place can evoke even when one is far away. The lyrics capture the bittersweetness of memory, the poetry of place, and the comfort of returning to the embrace of a homeland.
Line by Line Meaning
As the hound obeys the hunters' horn call
Just as a hound will immediately follow the command of his master, I am drawn towards the call of my homeland, Cornwall.
So I'm called back home to Cornwall
I am being summoned to return to Cornwall, the place where my heart always belongs.
For that's where my heart lies buried
My heart has been buried in Cornwall, representing the deep emotional connection I have with this place.
'Neath the standing stone
Underneath the ancient standing stones of Cornwall, where the history and culture of the land runs deep.
Where a white cross on a black field standing
Representing the pride and strength of the Cornish people, a symbol of the unfaltering spirit of this place.
Proudly waves above the landing place
The white cross on black field waves triumphantly over the harbor, welcoming those who return to their true home in Cornwall.
Beneath the rugged cliffs of Cornwall, my true love
The rugged beauty of Cornwall has stolen my heart, becoming the one true love of my life.
Broken images of memories awaken in my bones
Memories of my time in Cornwall flood my mind, bringing back vivid, broken images.
When I do recall the land I left behind that was my home
Whenever I think of my past and my home in Cornwall, it fills me with a deep sense of longing and nostalgia.
Sailing out from Falmouth bay way back in nineteen-eighty-three
I departed from Falmouth Bay many years ago to explore the world, but the memories of my homeland never left me.
Green behind the ears, just fifteen years of age, well that was me
I was young and inexperienced at the time, yet eager to explore the world and find new adventures.
Like a fool searching for freedom, roving further far and wide
I was foolishly searching for a sense of freedom, not realizing that true freedom could only be found in my beloved Cornwall.
I set out but I did not return upon the running tide
I left Cornwall, but I could not find a place that felt like home, realizing that Cornwall was the only place where I belonged.
Where the timeless cliffs resound with mournful echoes of the cries
The cliffs of Cornwall are always filled with mournful echoes of the past, a reminder of the rich history and culture of the Cornish people.
Of fearless seabirds chasing storm clouds though the silver sky
The seabirds of Cornwall are fearless, chasing after storm clouds that brings life and renewed hope to this land.
From the all-night clubs of west Berlin to lonely Pyrenees
I traveled far and wide, from the all-night clubs of West Berlin to the lonely Pyrenees, seeking a place where I could feel at home.
From chaotic squats in Amsterdam to New World 'cross the sea
I went from chaotic squats in Amsterdam to the New World across the sea, but none of these places felt like home to me.
From the forests of New Hampshire to the streets of London Town
I traveled to the forests of New Hampshire and the streets of London Town, but neither of these places were able to capture my heart.
Though I loved each place, I could not stay, forever homeward bound
While I appreciated the beauty of each place I visited, I could not stay as I knew that my true home was always in Cornwall, and I was always drawn back to its shores.
Where the gorse and foxglove dance and sway upon the rolling moors
The gorse and foxglove dance gently upon the rolling moors of Cornwall, signifying the beauty of this land.
And the sea wind blow her emerald kiss from north to southern shore
The sea winds of Cornwall blow gently, kissing the land with an emerald green color that represents the abundant life that exists in this sacred place.
Where a song of stone sings out in-tune to transatlantic waves
The ancient stones of Cornwall are like a song, their beauty and majesty singing out in time with the transatlantic waves that beat against the shore.
If I could but hear that song again, my soul it would be saved
If I could only hear the song of Cornwall again, it would save my soul and restore me to my true home.
When I die as we must do one and all
Regardless of who we are, everyone must face death eventually.
Send my body home to Cornwall
When I die, I want my body to be returned to my true home in Cornwall.
Place my bones down with my heart
I want my bones to be buried in Cornwall, alongside my heart, where they will always remain together.
Beneath the standing stone
I want my bones to be buried beneath the ancient standing stones of Cornwall.
Put white cross on black field standing
I want the symbol of the white cross on a black field to be placed on my coffin, signifying the pride and strength of the Cornish people.
On my coffin then I'll finally rest in peace
When my body is finally buried in Cornwall, I will finally be able to rest in peace in my true home.
Within the arms of KERNOW, my true love
I will be held in the arms of Kernow, my true love, the land that has captured my heart and soul forever.
Contributed by Michael V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Irochi
I use this when I write. Mind and soul are more alive while hearing this voices and those strings.
Steve Higgins
Thank you so much for this, It will be played at my funeral when that day comes. Thank you so much.
TheCelticChicken
I'm from Cornwall, and I love this song. Can't wait to see Omnia next year at Wacken!
Falcon Rogers
This wonderful song always reminds me of beautiful Cornwall (i´ve seen the tourist bits but also a lot of pure Kernow with it´s amazing landscape and great folkmusician (e.g. in Cagdwith)). You put so much lifeblood into this song, Steve, that´s it become an aquivilent for me to "Caledonia", performed by William, Dougie MacLean & friends and others. A video of your own magic Cornwall would be very interesting.
Keep the black flag flying !!!
DJolyfun
This song is great ! I have no words♥
Adonalsium
This song makes me remember that there are always happy memories to look back on no matter how bad the present seems.
Transmissional
wow what an absolutely exceptional song.
Evie
This song reminds me of my childhood and it makes me so happy. Cornwall<3
Steve Higgins
This has been my theme-tune for a while now..... thank you.
Robyn
my ancestors came from Cornwall - it is the land of my heart and even though I don't live there, I yearn for it every single day.