IN FLAMES – Colony
Recorded at Studio Fredman
Produced, Engineered, Mixed by Fredrik Nordström and IN FLAMES
Mastered by Göran Finnberg at Mastering Room
Cover illustration by Andreas Marschall
Hammond, slide and some other hippie stuff by Fredrik Nordström
Also some hammond done by Jesper Strömblad
Synth, CPU by Charlie Storm
2:nd solo on Coerced Coexistence by Kee Marcello
Drumtech Peter Wildoer
Music written by Björn Gelotte, Jesper Strömblad and arranged by IN FLAMES
All lyrics written by Anders Fridén part translated by Niklas Sundin
All songs published by Prophecies publishing
IN FLAMES exclusively plays ESP
Anders Fridén-Vocals
Björn Gelotte- Guitar
Daniel Svensson-Drums
Jesper Strömblad-Guitar
Peter Iwers-Bass
Thanx to: All record companies involved in this release, Carsten and crew, Fredrik Nordström, Göran Finnberg, Charlie Storm, Kee Marcello, Kenneth Johansson, Peter Wildoer, Andreas Marschall, ESP, Niklas Sundin, Magnus Strömblad, Jenny Franzén, Peter Dolving and last but not least all our families and girlfriends
Embody The Invisible
I demand nothing, but I want it allwhat privilege do we have under the sun,that gives us the right to the throne?species come and go, but the earth stands forever fastall river runs towards the sea, but the sea is never fullto discover the loneliness and be to proud to show the woundswill forever wander alone through the yearsbut I won't let you nearbegging for you to understandthe fear that lives in my soulwhich is an untouched springread, what is written on the silent mouthwhat is written in the soulfor which is written in the shining silencewe all have to readmy body will be bent from the burdenswhen the shaking floor of life-forcereveal its chasm underneathif only one could be two steps ahead
Ordinary Story
egoism dictates human relationsa world where fashion outshines moralityhere success is written in blood-red coloursdesigned by the thirst for powergather the faithful and propose a toastto the epoch of indifferencean all to ordinary storywith aftertaste so bitterforced to be someone I don't want to beI'm losing myself, sinking deeper downI'm caught in the world wound weba time represented by the voidan excuse without contentstuck in the abyss of existencewith a content void of excusean all to ordinary storythis is my storywith an aftertaste so bittersinking deeper downI'm caught - I'm cageI'm gone
Scorn
I parish and nobody will knowas my mouth remains stillmy heart awaits me, filled with gravelas the pain grows with each touchsince I marked her out from my towerreality focused through forbidden lensesshe owns enough of preciousnessa penalty given by the sourcebut I still have no choice throughthe hinderens freightena labyrinth closing at the edge of spacebut they never allowshe's shut... for all beings but oneI give, I scorn, I treat
Colony
in your world, the day is no threatin my world, there is an absence of light"genetic superior cell" controlledby the fathomless and unbearablea radical new Form of plastic and ragebiologically optimizedbut with a strangling pulsein your world, you find me worthyin my world, I "parashoot" my lifea virtual drugstore populatedby the fathomless and unbearablemachine, meat and bloodin an intimate relationshipthe new - superior -more effective than all the precedingwhen we can no longercry and reality is tornthen it's easy to forgetthat the responsibility lies on us allin your world, the night is no threatin my world, the darknesstransforms to a vision of hellpopulated by fathomless and unbearable
Zombie Inc.
truth serves them embraceand defend her casepart flattery, part threats"for those who cling to thisdominion will partake in its fall"with his silence, he passes thejudgement over them"with your feverish signs of forceyou'll make them and yourself tobelieve that he still retains his full power"as a platform for divine foundations,you want to make them suckshallowness and beautywas all that concerned her bodybut the soul, her divine guestwere thrust to the bottomsurrendered to the sectthat has risen from its womb"for those who cling to thisdominion will partake in its fall"
Pallar Anders Visa
instrumental
Coerced Coexistence
I'll take you on a rideas a part-owner to my painour ideals they collidecoerced coexistenceI fought the world today - postpone my birth againwe stumble on and one - but bound to die alonepine - I'm selling my soul todaypine - I need some sympathythis infiltrates my brain"in the sunshine the sun is mine"pitiless wandererclose your eyes and bow your headgrotesque thoughts in a linethrew my wings into the blazing sunsmile stretched on old treeseternal grinning jester masquedon't hurt a fly they all singwe're just ants in a great big playcommercialize-infect-annihilate-progressvisualize-inhale-pretend-betray
Resin
a sad song it was,through renewal it broughtand a month seems sometimes shorterthan a half nights longinghidden and hard are the reasons for warpolar twist, invert and fleaI can't dissolve this feeling of minebut patience will unlock the doorand the maps of reasons re-written for mewhen the wait is over and the punishment is dueeach day I crawl to the hall of the giantsand I beg for mercy -and I beg for mercy in veinone night is a mare - two is worsehow can I manage three?
Behind Space '99
call me by my astral namebreeding fear through wordless tongueheavenly thirst - unspeakable painemptied from all human motionconfront the faceless wrathbeckoning silent from a sphere behind spacethrough twisted ruins of uncompleted dreamssights of towers reaching for the moonclawing at the skies - they gonna pull it downintensity - I feel the lava rushing through my veinsstars are reforming - to enter the fourth dimensionbehind all galaxies timeless aeons of frostunearthly hunger - angels descent
Insipid 2000
should I defend you for who you are?the laws are changed and useless!on their way to a deserted townwhere empty windows wave goodbyea helpless excuse, a falling realityI'm changed by the shockand the weight of the puncha helpless excuse, a falling realityfragments of a futile beinga puzzle to the noble onesignorant and pitiless they stridethe world around me -spartanic, minimalistica helpless excuse, a falling realitythe large scale plan that once whereyou've now drained from lifea helpless excuse, a falling realitywho knows the proper reasonswhy it all begins and ends?ignorant and pitiless they stride"you are but a form",the clean, harsh silence passes"genuine" visions by the nobleones for the noble ones
The New Word
the great word of blessednessand a feeling of easea cup of the well of freedomand life we joyfully drinkinside, all was new, but outwardsnothing had changedan escapade,then to the altar toevaluate all partsof the great mysterybut all remainson the same spot,no signs of a new seasonin my hand is a new word,but the word is stillwithout a bodya hidden life-stream thatswells in the deepwill soon give the worda second face
Whiteness