The landscapes for this funny video were filmed in Iceland in November 2015. The area is more than recognizable - a black volcanic desert, open spaces licked by glaciers, plus the glaciers themselves smoothly spreading into rivers and lakes.
Notes for those who are going with us on a trip around Iceland in August
- don’t think that the weather there is much better in summer))
- learn to quickly take off your shoes to cross rivers
ZY I still don’t understand what the song is about. Neither reading the texts nor the author’s commentary (Anders Jacobsson) helped... So I can safely add English classes to my boot removal training))
"This track is like a storm, a storm of a life trying to re-connect to its' soul, to its' place in the Cosmos. To me it's like a cognition through this constricted, three-dimensional world and the expanded reality beyond. At the time I wrote this it was like an almost grotesque cocktail of fear and identity leading to inner depletion, but would mutate into the realization of its illusion, to a sense of peace and acceptance."
Daconian - Stellar Tombs
A place where daylight aches
It’s all unreal to you
A sunset calls me here
I swear to love it’s true
So alien this vaulted screen
And patterns form into contours
The dark around me as dense as matter...
A stellar quake fills the astral space
How dare you not to see?
My tears are gifts to you
A heart you must set free,
How dare you not believe?
“Became I freeze in the warmth, in the glow of Helios -
Sweat in the heart of summers drained
And radiant life to falter and beautiful tears to dry:
I’m gracefully bowing... In horror”
Waterless like the ocean –
Drizzling like the deserts;
Come emerge and wallow!
Pretend like nothing at all
Along the whirlwinds in your head
A place where daylight aches
It’s all unreal to you
A world we must set free
I swear to love it’s true
Petrified spirit, dilated stare...
I’m piercing through these icy shackles
Somehow cast around this nebula,
Unwilling to enter my birth
“Would you take my hand and follow through the ether?
Would you sweat and dance in winters1 bloom?
For radiant life to falter and beautiful tears to dry: ‘
I m gracefully bowing... In sorrow”
Waterless like the ocean –
Drizzling like the deserts;
Come emerge and wallow!
Pretend like nothing at all
Along the whirlwinds in your head
…along the whirlwinds in your head
(Frailty and strength marry and dissolve
And the sky fills up with poetry and song…
Into the soothing black we go)