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Erik - Solemnly he wanders through the depth of the seraph's heart, stately expanding it. The patterns seem rigid, both beautiful and grotesque, if there is a difference. At his will the seraph crawls like a serpent and the serpent reflects the grace of an angel. Either way, things are not as they seem. The strings of mourning are the same strings that play tunes at ascension or the music of joyous masquerades... deep and low at thy feet. |
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Ray - An angel is always concealed in youth, it appears in a youthful effigy. Removed from the tarnishing touch of time. The angel, as a symbol, is the closest we get to approach the image of balance. As balance, like depth, is found elsewhere than where it is sought for. Everywhere in-between lies the entity of emotion, the crown of our thoughts. Balance is a brief moment, equality a temporary high. Joy is the conception of freedom, a seed of solace in springtime evolving, till in the dearth of the season of decline one is able to reap its sorrows. So can the unending search for balance result in a reach beyond personal cycles? Balance is for the thankful, for the humble, a state of concern that implies terminus. Not even in dying itself we all are equal, only death is harmony. We can only grasp. |
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Michel - Speaking immaterial. If memories of what you gave is what you leave behind, man will remember pain. Pain in all ways. Somehow beauty and pain are strongly connected. In time we'll see if beauty is pain, and the other way round. Passion screams from the throat of the seraph, so does love, so does pain. The angel still is sane. |  |
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Mischa - The seraph's mood is reflected in its heart, it is the structure in turmoil, he is the seraph's heartbeat. Angelic anger, heartbreak, restlessness... all comes from one point, even the dance of joy. Harmony sleeps between velvet and the strokes that murder man. At the increase of heartbeats to heartbreak the inner-one shatters and rebuilds itself, the cycle never ends… |
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Eduard - So strange are his ways. He has fallen from the thin line that divides genious from psychopathic behaviour. To which side? We may never know... Music flows from his fingers, symphonies from his mind. All alone where he stands, but the presence of a universe. |
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Chris - The six- stringed angel, a part of the seraphs emotional outlet. Truely an angel is pshycothic, for it embodies contradictions only. From sacrificial oceans to highways of serenity. Occasionally silent, mostly expressing emotions in most direct ways. Also the mouth which speaks of history, but isn't the seraph ever young? On earth we can not be sure, we only know it's everwake. |  |
Former Seraphs:
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Rein (founding member, singer) |
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Peter (founding member, drums on the Chrysalis album) |
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Jaap (Bass on the Chrysalis album, sound wizardry) |
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harmony in difference
