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Any good music must stand up in its own right, and the music of “The End of Prance” does this admirably. It is extended compositions written for a symphony which is frequently quite classical in structure, yet not in a strict sense. It is also highly heroic in its way of delving deep into emotions. In addition, suggests hidden depths as though this was its main method of communication.
Toxic scherzo movements which seems unequivocally tragic, surprisingly, is almost Haydnesque in its jauntiness and brevity and also sharp contrasts, elements of the grotesque, and ambivalent tonality.
About Tim; He is a Grammy nominated American hard singer who first gained attention as the lead singer of Judas Priest; and then Iced Earth and Yngwie Malmsteen.
He has rather a unique tenor voice which sounds of its own, a powerful wide-ranging from D2 to C6, dominating the whole orchestra, singing the classic Persian poems from Rumi, Saadi and Sanai.
Lyrics:
lions manner (By: Rumi)
We are as the mountain, and our echo is your fountain
We all are lions, but lions on a banner.
rushing onward because of the wind’s all manner
We are as a harp you are touching us hard and sharp
We are as a flute, our music comes from You
We are as a harp you are touching us hard and sharp
We all are lions, but lions on a banner.
rushing onward because of the wind’s all manner
We are as a piece of chess, in the victory and the mate
victory and the mate, is from you, more than great
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is invisible
that which is unseen is quiet and serene
Throne or on the Ground (By: Saadi)
Human beings are members of a whole
In creation of one essence and soul
If one member is afflicted with pain,
Other members uneasy will remain
If you have no sympathy for human pain,
The name of human you cannot retain
The world remains with no one
Bind your heart to the only One
With a powerful arm and the strength of the fist
It’s fault to break weak people’s wrist
Let him be afraid who spares not the fallen
‘cause no one takes his hand if he falls in
Rely not upon possessions and his world
Because it has cherished many and slain olds
When the pure soul is about to be gone
What if he dies on a throne or on the ground?
Do good Man, life is only a good chance
Before the shout is raised “it is the end of the prance”
Warrior (By Sanai)
The warrior is who fights his body and soul
Comes out of the body realm lives in the land of soul
No fear of death can settle him in this world
Not punish an old not take place of a bold
If he wants to live, should die the first
If he wants the fame, should know himself
He should go to sky to talk with the moon
He should burn like fire, to speak to the goon
Doesn’t know the pain of the path but the boast
The ones that put in his month this morsel roast
The assay of the world is in the love battlefield
Disrupt the Existence and intoxication yield
The seven sea cannot moist the robe of a Viator
Became the whole meaning as he is me-and-we-quitter
As he pass the people, he turned away the world
The army of honor will march and get the hold
The secrecy, the lover holds in his hope
He intones to thorn, flourishes all globe
Vocal: Tim Ripper Owens
Composer: Jano Baghoumian
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