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.
The Raven
Omnia Lyrics
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Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a bleak December,
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
Merely this, and nothing more."
Out into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore,
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Now the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have gone before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven stretched above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Now the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted- nevermore!
The Raven is a poem/song by Omnia based on the famous narrative poem by Edgar Allan Poe. It tells the story of a man who, while sitting in his chamber on a “dreary” night, is visited by a raven that incessantly repeats the word “Nevermore” in response to all his queries. The poem provides insight into the workings of the human mind, especially the inability to deal with loss and the fear of the unknown. The singer tries to find solace in the Raven’s visits, thinking the bird may provide some answers, but ultimately realizes that he will never get the answers he seeks.
The poem begins with the singer sitting in his chamber, reading old books and feeling weak and weary. He hears a tapping on his chamber door and assumes it's a visitor, only to find emptiness on opening the door. However, he later discovers that the visitor is a raven that perches atop a bust of Pallas above his door. The singer tries to discern the Raven's intention, and on asking its name, receives the response “Nevermore”. With each interaction, the singer's fear grows, and he assumes that the Raven is a prophet, a bringer of bad news that foretells of future sorrow.
The mood of the poem is one of despair and hopelessness. The singer is unable to come to terms with the death of his beloved Lenore and desperately seeks answers to his pain. The Raven, with its unwavering “Nevermore”, acts as a reminder of the finality of death, making the singer feel even more lost and alone. The poem is a testament to both the power of language and the human mind's ability to torment itself with the fear of the unknown.
Contributed by Matthew R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.