Lletres:
The Gathering Golden Age

Traducció: La Trobada. Edat d'Or.

Trading all over the world

this is an album which shows The Cat Empire at their very best, right now. In an age when so much of selling music seems to be about celebrity and fashion

Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast Gathered again after their journeys in solitude Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow

, as love first came my way. Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand. Did your golden needle

day, studied the history of music By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance To get your pants, was a mission impossible We were both the same age

I picture us together Framed in gold leaf On the mantle with the others One big happy family But that snapshot can't be found And I don't trust my memory

the candy girls left town The projector slowly gathered dust While the house came tumbling down And at the final curtain calling He knew a golden age

Winds of ghostly skies Hymns from the ancient ones Spirits of our loved ones Embrace our golden darkside Summon the golden twilight Gather the dark legions