The Funeral and the Carriage

以艾米莉·狄金森（Emily Dickinson）的深刻詩句為靈感，編織出一場交響金屬的奧德賽。本作連結了十九世紀的幽居詩魂與現代歌劇的宏大敘事，探索精神崩解與永恆昇華之間的微弱界線。由戲劇女高音與厚重管弦樂共譜，這是一場穿透靈魂沉默的聽覺旅程。

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro.
Kept treading treading till it seemed.
That Sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum
Kept beating beating till I thought.
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a Box,
And creak across my Soul.
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space began to toll.
Because I could not stop for Death.
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves,
And Immortality!
(Ah... Immortality...)
We slowly drove. He knew no haste.
And I had put away.
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility.
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down.
And then I heard them lift a Box.
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space began to toll.
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing then.
Because I could not stop for Death.
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves,
And Immortality!
Because I could not stop for Death.
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves.
And Immortality!
(Ah... Immortality...)