Sleep Paralysis
by Tragedy In Hope
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It's rough around the edges, yes, but Sleep Paralysis is a rare gem where something cool is being done with a well-tread sound. Worth a looksee and definitely worth keeping a close eye on Tragedy in Hope.
Favorite track: Winter Wedding Ceremony.
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1. |
Lucid Dream
06:58
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I woke up one morning and couldn't open my eyes,
But for some reason my sight wasn't gone.
Something was weird about that place,
For a second I thought I was dead.
As if mesmerized, I went to the mirror,
And it was my biggest mistake.
Well, after all, it doesn't matter at all,
'Cause meeting it was inevitable,
But a rainbow comes only after a storm,
Shining with sparks of a new hope.
If you walk through thick walls,
You can stuck there and lose control.
If there is noise in your door lock,
Being silent won't help at all.
If you raise your shaking hand,
Don't be surprised it will be sore as hell.
If you hear voices behind your spine,
You'd better not to turn around.
Trapped in this room I tried to scream on it,
Begging it, "Go away, just not again,"
But all my efforts were in vain,
'Cause it stood still as if bound in chains.
The cold reflection only stared quietly.
The eeriest was that this lifeless thing looked like me.
But a rainbow comes only after a storm,
Shining with sparks of a new hope.
If you can't move anything,
Try to stay calm or else you are doomed.
If you see something in a corner,
Don't even doubt, it'll try to get closer.
A squeezing feeling in the throat
Doesn't mean something sits on your chest,
But if you fall down on the floor,
Don't ever think of looking under the bed.
I harshly violated all these binding rules
And hastily escaped the depressing room.
I wanted nothing, but the only one thing – to break free
From the boring mundanity and the bleak reality.
I'm flying among white clouds,
But I've never felt so sad.
If I keep going bravely,
It will follow me.
Neither heavy rain, nor forks of flame
Will drown my dreams or burn my wings.
Many deep fears, the only one wish – to break free
From the boring mundanity and the bleak reality.
I'm flying towards gray clouds,
But I've never felt so happy.
If I fall downhearted and weak,
Still...
It will follow me
Like easy prey.
It will follow me,
It will follow me eternally.
Like a venomous snake,
It will follow me,
It will follow me silently.
Even if I run to the middle of nowhere,
Where nobody lives, it won't be gone.
It clang to me just once,
Now it follows me
And it will follow me at my heels.
It will follow me
Like easy prey.
It will follow me,
It will follow me eternally.
Like a venomous snake,
It will follow me,
It will follow me silently.
Even if I run to the middle of nowhere,
Where nobody lives, it won't be gone.
It clang to me just once,
Now it follows me
And it will follow me at my heels.
Like a shadow in the night,
I can't see it, but I can hear it deep inside.
Thunderclouds and lightning have covered the horizon,
This is the time to face it...
But a rainbow comes only after a storm,
Shining with sparks of a new hope.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Taking people to the dark.
It hides the world down below,
Filled with rains and a piercing cold.
So, next time you fall asleep,
Don't neglect this useful tip.
Though it can be dreadful and terrible,
As well as colorful, beautiful,
Be careful, it can be a dream in a dream.
It will swallow you before you know it.
Don't lose touch with reality.
Think twice, it may not be worth it.
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Grace of anguished reverence
And gloom of a lean grimace,
Dreadful screams of agony
At a delicious fable's scene.
How charming the ache is,
Like a precious kiss in languid bliss among the moonlight's gleams.
Bewitched by the thrill.
She revels in the nocturnal spree amid swank columns of ivory...
Sorrow palace of the shattered glass.
Falling tears and her mourning art,
Scalding fragrance of aphrodisiacs,
Filled the air with its lewd witchcraft.
Lights of the dazzling masquerade,
Music, dances, haughty glances,
Malicious tongues, salacious talks,
Such a beautiful folk.
Voluptuous lips, coquettish eyes,
A dark-red attire, a necklace, silk tights.
The merciful gift of an affectional adieu.
The humble lady was defiled, abused, allured,
She was sepulchered.
Under the weight of the secret love
The terrible truth should have bowed,
But on the edge of the tragedy
Her desperate action made him free.
"Fly to the fair paradise
Indelible shame and dishonor demised,"
If together they were like a patrician and a whore,
Their confession would be a doom.
Ripple of laughter and a mockery after,
Caws of mirk crows, sharp and curved claws.
Gossips that tickle curious minds
Courteously crawl in souls of all kinds.
Sweet flattery caused a blush on the young face,
After two days she was found, cut veins.
In anticipation of the scarlet sunset,
She learned to dance a vulgar minuet.
Cautiously entered the sumptuous hall,
Dirty, wet thoughts became a crucial role.
Like yellow leafs on a weeping willow,
Algid hearts blaze in ecstasy.
Amused by spellbinding Eros,
She engendered sick fantasies.
Greedy hands touched her waist,
Fondled her body, pinched smooth legs and the pretty face.
This poor girl shone like a pearl
Among arrogant lords on the tumultuous ball.
A piercing scream in the mist,
Then stony silence, cuts on wrists.
Chill winds whisper, "She is missed,"
In the woods beneath the blood moon eclipse.
She had to save him from disgrace,
But got lost in a maze of myriad ways.
He met her in a theatre.
A curtsy for the noble,
A quaint wink for the girl,
They fell in love like no one else before.
Secret meetings at the lake,
They hid from the eyes of thousands of snakes.
This promise will never be broken.
Under tall trees, he got down on knee,
“Mannerly asked for my hand.”
He pulled out the ring, it glaringly blinked,
“Bewildered and glad I agreed.”
“Soon will be a ball, I should tell them all.”
“But you will be stained for the rest of your life...”
“I'm ready to lose my noble pride.”
“I can't let them cover you in a mournful pall.”
Under sneers of sluts and knaves,
They were buried in the nameless graves,
And softly echoed someone's laugh in the woods...
The celebration of despair and woe!
Enchanting sounds of violins
Should've played a funeral theme
Instead of the dissolute symphony.
Haughty grins and the broken dream
Followed two lovers in their farewell hours.
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Fighting With The Rain
05:09
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A nocturnal walk in
The streets or the park with
Cast down eyes and hope inside.
Gloomy rag dolls
Soaked to the bones.
Poor kids of darkness
Drowned in sadness.
It's like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
Chasing a rainbow day after day
Is like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
Passing dim streetlights,
Doing routine laps,
They're already tired, but still inspired.
How long can they go feeling alone?
Nobody cares and nobody knows.
Such thoughts are like little parasites.
They devour our dreams – low self-esteem.
If only they could
Hide under a roof...
Poor kids of darkness
Drowned in sadness.
It's like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
Chasing a rainbow day after day
Is like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
Wandering aimlessly,
Looking for something you've never ever seen,
Chasing a rainbow day after day
Is like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
One day there will be merry laughs and sunny smiles,
But now there is only anxiety in tired eyes.
And maybe happiness will be finally found
By those who thought they had drowned.
Someone may say it's just a bad dream.
It's hard to believe, 'cause it feels so real.
And if it's true, then how to break free?
Am I really asleep?
Such a crazy thought,
This has got to be a joke!
I am stuck in my own world,
Punching these cold raindrops.
Wandering aimlessly,
Looking for something you've never ever seen,
Something you've never ever seen,
Chasing a rainbow day after day
Is like fighting with the rain,
It's like fighting with the rain.
But why do we fight it
If we can enjoy it
Dancing in its drops?
It may be hard, but let's admit,
It's just more interesting to be
In the inky darkness.
And drown, and drown there.
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Winter Wedding Ceremony
04:56
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“Look at her, such a whore...”
“I wish I could stay alone with her.”
“Speechless can’t say no.”
“I was saving my virginity for her.”
“I wonder if she is cold from the inside.”
“Her underwear must be torn apart by my teeth.”
“I am horny to death.”
“I wanna bite her soft lips as she bit the dust.”
“These blue lifeless eyes make me drool.”
“I would lick her Venus Mountain.”
“Do her panties smell like fresh fallen snow?”
“I am mesmerized by the acrid lust.”
Scavengers smell a sugary scent of decay
And whisper foul swears over the thin body of a comely fair.
Elegant curves of a slim maiden waist engendered admires, thousands of swains.
Bright flashes, wet lashes, a stone pedestal coated with flakes of bloody red snow.
Encompassed by a pack of vulturous eyes, they devoured her figure with malevolent smiles.
The heavenly beauty was exceedingly rare
That even love was beyond to compare,
But one day in the crimson twilight,
It with hellish ugliness died.
Approaching the window in the littered apartment,
With tears on the cheeks she hysterically shouted
And began laughing on the wrong side of her mouth.
Fearful thoughts in the lunatic head
Caused ominous visions, indescribable dread.
Bruises and wounds, soft bitten lips,
Incarnadine traces from a long leather whip.
Vines with sharp spikes crawl to her twee swan neck
And black roses sing a grim song for the pale death.
Their fallen petals covered the amatory bed,
A desired proposal was suddenly made.
On their lofty wedding ceremony
A church organ played this eerie cacophony.
Enamored brides eagerly kissed each other
After the final tragic words of a holy father.
Without a ring on the right hand,
She was forsaken, wretched and breathless.
How fleeting was her dreary life,
Full of treacheries and beautiful lies.
Disillusions and regrets
Were her only true friends.
An orphan in the imperfect world,
Who wished to be a marvelous bird,
To fly in the clear skies,
Chimerical dreams, silent shrill screams.
She sorely fought for a sane state of her mind,
But unbearable loneliness in four bare walls,
Turned this gorgeous flower into a soulless doll.
Depression was a sweet delight,
But in the same time a rusty blunt knife,
Which had a lot of dismal hues
From coal-black to soft light blue.
And the taste was always bitter,
The same as a poisonous philter.
Reflections in a cracked mirror
Revealed a feeling of deep fear.
The sun was slowly falling down,
Its red shine filled the little town.
Anything bounded her no more,
So she went to the hall-door.
Mingled emotions tore her from the inside.
She felt people's nasty, malicious sights,
But with joy in the voice she mournfully said,
“At last, the carnival is coming to its logical end!”
All hesitations have disappeared.
Only wet traces from poignant tears.
Envious glance towards future wife,
“I prepared a gift, you'll be satisfied.”
Faceless Goddess began to cry,
But agreed to be a miserable, charming bride.
The fair rushed to a road
And started to look for a passing by car.
One was approaching from somewhere far.
She took last deep breath
And jumped under wheels,
Instantaneous death,
The cold wedding kiss
Followed by howling of the chill winter wind...
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The Mistress Of Dark Art
04:40
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The first one in a creative spree
Was swallowed by deep gloom.
Erotic, wild fantasies
In the poorly lit bathroom.
Scarlet strips on frail wrists
Were bleeding more and more
Before she fell on the dirty floor
Dead, forlorn, alone.
Graceful lines on dismal pictures
Screamed about wet, secret wishes.
Naked girls and razor blades,
Scenes of her dramatic fate.
The beauty of submissive postures,
Painting was the pleasant torture,
Scattered, elegant costumes,
Sweet and bare mannequins.
Brushes turned to dust,
Because of a hungry, burning lust
And absence of a shy blush.
Fading, silky shine
Of the silent, brown eyes
Was a sorrowful and ghastly sign
Of her lamentable demise.
No! That day she died.
But the legacy of thousands pictures will live in people's hearts.
Devoured by eternity as the Mistress of dark art.
The second one was fooled
By entrancing sounds of vile strings,
Which played on her soul's wounds.
Woven in deep corners of her perverted mind
Magnificent, dark music aroused a wish to fly.
Bewitching melodies
Lured her at the window ledge.
Cellos, violins
Shaped the imaginary stage.
The final, desperate steps
Led her towards the tragic end.
Strings played notes of farewell
And then... and then she fell.
Moist air streams
Were pinching the pale, tired face
As if it was a dream.
The fragile body met its grievous fate,
But the music, she wrote, will never die,
And thus she stayed alive.
The third one was obsessed by lofty poetry,
But something was amiss.
A felling of the slowly growing agony
Troubled the young Miss.
A secret, guilty pleasure
Was strangling with a rope.
Will her life be fleeting,
As fleeting as her hope?
The mysterious magic of her words –
To create depressive, charming worlds,
Poured in ears like a deadly spell,
It turned her life into hell.
Sentences, entwined in serpentines,
Besotted her like sour wine.
Sheets of paper were decayed,
It was the death embrace.
In the darkest hour,
She couldn't bear grievous thoughts.
It killed the gentle flower.
Without any tears and agonizing fears,
She wrote the fateful, poignant lines
And tied the rope tight.
She was so awfully tired
From lousy books, from phony looks
And histrionic desires,
But it was in vain,
Because her dear pain
Became a home for those who felt
The same, who wanted to cut a thread
Of their dreary lives,
Who wanted to stop crying every lonely night,
For those who wanted to learn a sincere smile,
To rejoice at seeing the first rays of sunrise.
Trapped in their own heads
They couldn't either hide or run away.
There are many others.
Believe me, this is true.
For there never were stories of more woe
Than of the artists who were doomed.
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Nightmare Lullaby
05:05
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A lonely headstone above a grave,
It has no form or exact date,
But I tried to get up,
As if in a bad dream... I saw there my name.
Dark silhouettes gathered in a circle.
Long, thin hands, empty eyes.
They started to sing a nightmare lullaby
And dance by the grave, laugh in my face, ha-ha-ha.
I couldn't move, I couldn't scream!
I could only hear voices,
Whispering in my ears.
A lonely headstone,
It has no form or exact date,
But there is my name.
I struggle to keep awake, listening to a nightmare lullaby.
This phantom madness haunts only in darkness.
If shadowy shapes are trying to get closer,
Don't let them fool you,
'Cause they pretend to be malicious by looking like true monsters
Only to scare you, boo!
I swallowed at the bait with great joy.
Now their hands are reaching out for my throat.
The bony fingers squeezed it at once,
It feels like I breathe under water like a fish.
A freshly dug grave,
It has no form or exact place,
But it's warm like a bed.
I am falling asleep, listening to a nightmare lullaby.
Rock-a-bye, deadman, rock-a-bye.
Dry your eyes, there is no need to cry.
Do not fear, you cannot hide.
Just relax and enjoy the ride.
High up in the sky
When the wind blows, the stars shine
And the moon sings in the night
Rock-a-bye, deadman, rock-a-bye,
Down will come your body, coffin and all.
No one will save the last sparks of a fading hope.
But how could I know
There is no bottom when you fall?
Now I am lying six feet under the stars,
Watching dark shadows dancing by my own grave.
No pillows and blankets in the lonely bed,
Only the wet in the cold grave,
But it can't be the end.
I fell asleep, listening to a nightmare lullaby.
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Ashen clouds slowly sail on the frowning sky.
The baleful Luna shines gently from behind.
Thousands of poignant tears are shed down below.
A filthy, dry odor succumbed to petrichor.
An ominous passage led to the sullen night paysage,
Which seemed hitherto an elusive far mirage.
In a soft embrace of the wretched enchantress,
Even total darkness will lose a game of chess.
With heavy steps, but a tranquil breath he treads to the broad ledge.
Twisted shapes of the gray landscape are seen from the house edge.
A boring life, internal strifes – melancholia,
Wind was blowing mildly, it brought light euphoria.
A seducing gaze from obscurity.
He looked loftily, brusquely at the gaunt face
As if forgetting about her mournful grace,
Her grave malady and naive vanity,
This insomnious autumnal night.
This insomnious autumnal night
In a murky, burial shroud, death cries.
Another poor soul tries to finish the game,
Unfortunately, beforehand.
On drear eyes of emerald color
Was nothing, but bitter, mute sorrow.
A haggard body rests on the ground
Among vermilion gouts.
She has to stay unbiased,
Thus, guarding a painful suspense.
A mien of the Woeful Queen
Showed genuine sadness.
She awkwardly plays at give-away,
Truly enjoying convulsions of prey.
An opponent always clings to life, but this time
There is no reason to fight,
As this insomnious autumnal night
In a murky, burial shroud, death cries.
Another poor soul tries to finish the game,
Unfortunately, beforehand.
On drear eyes of emerald color
Was nothing, but bitter, mute sorrow.
The haggard body rests on the ground
Among vermilion gouts.
He deluded her vilely, broke her shy heart,
Trampled it arrogantly, tore it apart.
By invisible waves of vespertine air
She was thrown in the abyss of eternal despair.
Det fanns en man, som försökte
Skjuta upp det oundvikliga,
Men lömska döden, som gömdes i mörkret,
Visste i förväg att han skulle förlora.
Hon tiger med ett leende,
När frågar man: "Vad händer sen?"
Han flög till ljuset som en fjäril,
Men det största skämtet var att det fanns ingenting.
She awkwardly plays at give-away,
Truly enjoying convulsions of prey.
An opponent always clings to life, but this time
There is no reason to fight,
As this insomnious autumnal night
In a murky, burial shroud, death cries.
Another poor soul just finished the game,
Unfortunately, beforehand.
Golden foliage flies in the chill October wind
Beneath argent, dim moonbeams.
The last words he said before the tragical end,
"We are... We are... We are already dead..."
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Sleep Paralysis
07:32
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Somebody, pinch me, I can't wake up,
It's hard to breathe, the body is numb,
Dusk in my eyes.
I sleep paralysed.
All hope was left to die
In the rays of the setting sun.
Now it's dark in my heart.
I haven't drunk, but I am not really sober,
Seeking a way out of this dream world.
It is filled with gloomy thoughts and cheerless ghosts.
Every breath here is like a poison,
Which gets deep inside
Destroying the mind.
I sleep paralysed.
All hope was left to die
In the rays of the setting sun.
Now it's dark in my heart.
My eyes are closed, but I've never seen so clear.
The real world seems so beautiful from here,
But I look at it through a crack in the closet,
Afraid of the phantom monster to get closer.
It's hard to breathe, the body is numb,
Please, somebody, pinch me, I can't wake up,
Dusk in my eyes.
I sleep paralysed.
All hope was left to die
In the rays of the setting sun.
Now it's dark in my heart.
After a slight moment of relief, it started talking to me again,
“Such a nice move,
So shameless and rude.
Did you really think I am a fool?
You're a crook!
You promised to love me,
To cherish, to look after me,
But instead you just betrayed me
And left me alone to rot in oblivion.
This is so sad,
'Cause you were my best friend,
Who dared to spit in my face.
So watch now how the true king of depression dances...
On your grave!
On your dirty grave!
Instead of taking my hand, you just spat in my face.
So watch now how the true king of depression dances!
On your grave!
On your, on your dirty grave!
But wait... Do you really think I want to be a burden,
Which you'll carry through your life complaining about a cruel fate?
Not to see the light as if I shouldn't have been born?
Nothing would be worse than being alone.
Always be a reason for bitter tears?
Stand shyly aside so no one can see us?
Be as quiet as the grave as if keeping a dark secret?
No, I don't! So listen here!
I would rather walk on green grass with my bare feet,
Feeling warm sunbeams and slight breeze on my shiny skin.
I wish I could smell a forest after summer rain
Or look at the stars, lying by an evening lake.
I would love if you could take me as I am,
Not judging me too harshly, pushing me away.
Then I would go with you together to the very end,
Not arguing, but hand in hand.
Then even the sky wouldn't be the limit,
The heat of the sun wouldn't burn our wings.
All the seven seas would be up to our knees
And a fair wind would always blow in our journey.
As strange as it may sound like,
I want you to both stay and go away,
But it's up to you to decide,
It's either now or never…”
My eyes are still closed, but I've never seen so clear.
The real world has always been here,
But I looked at it as if being frozen with fear,
Listening to the voice at the other side of the mirror.
It tried to wake me up this morning, warning anxiously,
It could be just a dream in a dream.
I sleep paralysed.
All hope was left to die
In the rays of the setting sun.
Now it's dark in my heart.
I couldn't stay and reach out my hand,
I couldn't turn my back and go away.
I was there alone.
Please, somebody, pinch me, I can't wake up,
It's hard to breathe, the body is numb,
Dusk in my eyes.
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about
Hi! Before we get down to the synopsis, I just want to tell that the story you are going to hear isn’t only a trip across the dark dream world, but it is also the story of fighting with yourself. It’s the story about how strong you can get once you accept yourself as you are.
The story starts when the protagonist wakes up in a dream and goes to the mirror where he sees a twisted image of himself, the phantom monster of sleep paralysis.
He escapes the place, he found himself in, trying to run away from the bleak reality. He flies among white clouds trying to find a rainbow, but falls to the ground when thunderclouds and a storm come.
The world beneath the clouds is filled with rains and a piercing cold. To find a rainbow there seems to be impossible and the darkness slowly starts to swallow him as many others before. He doesn’t give up chasing it, but…
The truth is, it is him, who is the phantom monster behind the mirror. He is just the mind projection of the true protagonist, who sleeps paralysed seeing nightmares.
He tries to explain the true protagonist that they are two parts of the whole one and only if they accept each other, they both will be able to escape the dark world they are stuck in.
But when sleep paralysis finally ends, a lucid dream starts again.
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"A paragon of authenticity, a project soaked in passion and foresight such that it bleeds with brilliance in every note."
- Sonic Perspectives (8.9/10)
"Dealing in a way that combines influences from the past with the present elements of Symphonic/Melodic Black Metal is what Tragedy In Hope is up to, and “Sleep Paralysis” shows that the band is really one of the new bands of this year."
- Metal Temple (9/10)
"Don’t let the score below fool you. I like this album a lot. It’s endearing, dramatic, and earnest, compelling in many ways which make it worth my time and, by extension, yours. Sleep Paralysis simply demonstrates that Tragedy in Hope has a lot of growth left to undergo, whether it be in the lyrical structure, overall riffcraft, or the integration of symphonic flourishes. Nevertheless, Tragedy in Hope roped me in and I’m fully invested in hearing a lot more from Sasha, Dovgan’, and whoever else joins them in the years to come."
Angry Metal Guy (2.5/5.0)
The story starts when the protagonist wakes up in a dream and goes to the mirror where he sees a twisted image of himself, the phantom monster of sleep paralysis.
He escapes the place, he found himself in, trying to run away from the bleak reality. He flies among white clouds trying to find a rainbow, but falls to the ground when thunderclouds and a storm come.
The world beneath the clouds is filled with rains and a piercing cold. To find a rainbow there seems to be impossible and the darkness slowly starts to swallow him as many others before. He doesn’t give up chasing it, but…
The truth is, it is him, who is the phantom monster behind the mirror. He is just the mind projection of the true protagonist, who sleeps paralysed seeing nightmares.
He tries to explain the true protagonist that they are two parts of the whole one and only if they accept each other, they both will be able to escape the dark world they are stuck in.
But when sleep paralysis finally ends, a lucid dream starts again.
_______
"A paragon of authenticity, a project soaked in passion and foresight such that it bleeds with brilliance in every note."
- Sonic Perspectives (8.9/10)
"Dealing in a way that combines influences from the past with the present elements of Symphonic/Melodic Black Metal is what Tragedy In Hope is up to, and “Sleep Paralysis” shows that the band is really one of the new bands of this year."
- Metal Temple (9/10)
"Don’t let the score below fool you. I like this album a lot. It’s endearing, dramatic, and earnest, compelling in many ways which make it worth my time and, by extension, yours. Sleep Paralysis simply demonstrates that Tragedy in Hope has a lot of growth left to undergo, whether it be in the lyrical structure, overall riffcraft, or the integration of symphonic flourishes. Nevertheless, Tragedy in Hope roped me in and I’m fully invested in hearing a lot more from Sasha, Dovgan’, and whoever else joins them in the years to come."
Angry Metal Guy (2.5/5.0)
credits
released February 12, 2021
Written by Sasha Giller.
Mixing, mastering and producing by Vladimir Lehtinen.
Guitars and vocals by Sasha Giller.
Drums by Alexander Dovgan’.
Artworks by Alexander Moroz.
The digipack is designed by Aleh Zielankievič.
Written by Sasha Giller.
Mixing, mastering and producing by Vladimir Lehtinen.
Guitars and vocals by Sasha Giller.
Drums by Alexander Dovgan’.
Artworks by Alexander Moroz.
The digipack is designed by Aleh Zielankievič.
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Tragedy In Hope Saint Petersburg, Russia
If the culture of new sincerity sounded like black metal, it would sound like Tragedy In Hope.
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Feb 2021 -
Nov 2019 -
Oct 2018