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The End of Prance

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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