Süre                : 21 dakika
Çıkış Tarihi     : 08 Şubat 1941 Cumartesi, Yapım Yılı : 1941
Türü                : Kısa Film,Cinayet,Drama
Ülke                : ABD
Yapımcı          :  Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM)
Yönetmen       : Fred Zinnemann (IMDB)(ekşi)
Senarist          : Carl Dudley (IMDB),Carl Dudley (IMDB)
Oyuncular      : Addison Richards (IMDB)(ekşi), Wolfgang Zilzer (IMDB)(ekşi), Hugh Beaumont (IMDB)(ekşi), George Lessey (IMDB)(ekşi), George Cleveland (IMDB)(ekşi), Gene Coogan (IMDB), Jules Cowles (IMDB), Alec Craig (IMDB)(ekşi), Vernon Downing (IMDB), William Edmunds (IMDB), Roland Got (IMDB), Mitchell Lewis (IMDB), Mike Morelli (IMDB), Lotte Palfi Andor (IMDB), Dick Rich (IMDB), Julian Rivero (IMDB), Alexander Schoenberg (IMDB), Cap Somers (IMDB), William Tannen (IMDB), Morgan Wallace (IMDB), Harry Wilson (IMDB), Harry Woods (IMDB)

Forbidden Passage (~ Crime Does Not Pay (1940-1941 season) #4: Forbidden Passage) ' Filminin Konusu :
Forbidden Passage is a short starring Addison Richards, Wolfgang Zilzer, and Hugh Beaumont. The MGM Crime Reporter introduces Frank J. Maxwell, Florida District Director of the US Immigration Service, who talks about illegal...


  • "iki dakikalık bi bölümünü dinledim de, breh breh diyesim geldi. saygıyla bekliyoruz. promo'su ftp'lerden ftp'lere atlıyor bu aralar."
  • "ilki kadar orijinal olmasa da, tam anlamıyla kusursuz bir şarkı. dan swanö kızınca neler yapabileceğini göstermiş."
  • "dan swanö'nün chuck schuldiner'a ithaf ettiği edge of sanity albümü"




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    dan swano edge of sanity' den ayrıldıktan sonra albüm yapmaya devam eden diğer eos üyelerine inat, crimson' un devamı niteliğindeki crimson ii' yi 26 ağustos 2003' te black mark records etiketiyle piyasaya çıkaracak.
    dan swanö, diğer grup üyelerine son derece kızgın olduğunu belirtiyor ve "bensiz bir hiçler." demese de, "asıl olay benim." tadında demeçler veriyordu geçtiğimiz yıllarda. eos' tan ayrıldıktan sonra grubu dağıtmadıkları için diğer grup üyelerinden intikamını da bu albümle alacağını ve crimson sonrası onsuz yaptıkları her şeyden çok daha iyi olduğunu söylüyor. ses kaydına girene kadar artık brutal vokal yapamadığını ve bu bölümleri başkasının söyleyeceğini belirten swanö, öylesine bir deneme sonucu kendi vokalinden çok memnun kalır ve crimson ii' de de clean ve brutal vokalleri üstlenir, iyi de eder.

    "another sky is young..." diye başlayıp, "a king with her clear-blue eyes" diye biten crimson' un mükemmelliğine devam edeceğine emin olduğum crimson ii' nin bir an önce elime geçmesini diliyorum sadece.


    (baytar - 17 Ağustos 2003 02:21)

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    iki dakikalık bi bölümünü dinledim de, breh breh diyesim geldi. saygıyla bekliyoruz. promo'su ftp'lerden ftp'lere atlıyor bu aralar.


    (bbsfatih - 11 Eylül 2003 22:50)

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    ilk izizlenim olarak son derece melodik olmasına rağmen brutal vokallerini çok önde bulduğum bir albüm oldu.. crimson'dan tanıdık riff'ler kulağıma çalındı, hoş oldu... amma velakin, bu kadar brutal senden geçmiş be dan abi..
    sdm severlere hitap eder bir albüm, ama ilk crimson'daki kadar dur-kalk yok gibi sanki, daha az belki de.. zaten clean vokaller de daha az ilk crimson'a göre.. yine de dinleniyor, ama ehh diyesim geldi.. çünkü dan swanö ve edge of sanity'nin hatrına olmasa çok da dikkat çekmeyebilirmiş bu albüm..
    yani aslında daha iyi olabilirmiş, çünkü dan swanö'de o potansiyel olduğunu biliyoruz...
    7\10 diyorum ben kendimce..

    albümün şarkı listesi de şöyle;
    1. the forbidden words (1:39)
    2. incantation (5:59)
    3. passage of time (5:27)
    4. the silent threat (3:17)
    5. achilles heel (2:27)
    6. covenant of souls (7:30)
    7. face of face (3:26)
    8. disintegration (3:17)
    9. aftermath (5:25)


    (aernath - 19 Eylül 2003 10:31)

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    crimson'la karşılaştırmak hata olur kanısındayım. kesinlikle çok iyi bir albüm ancak crimson'un kendine özgü sound'u crimson ii'de yok. ancak bunu bir eksi puan olarak değerlendirmek hata olur kanımca çünkü crimson, metal tarihine yazılan, bambaşka bir şaheser.
    dan swano'nun biraz daha clean vokalli bölümleri arttırması belki daha iyi olabilirdi. ilk albümde bu bölümler daha fazlaydı. iflah olmayan bir brutal vokal bağımlısı olan ben bile swano ve akerfeldt'in clean vokallerinin büyüleyiciliğine dayanamıyorum tabii ki. sonuç olarak çok başarılı bir albüm olan crimson ii, crimson'un ardından; yani 2 albüm hemen ard arda dinlenirse, biraz uzun da sürse dinleyiciyi benzersiz bir müzikal yolculuğa çıkarıyor.


    (baytar - 11 Ekim 2003 01:35)

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    tümü dan swanö tarafından yazılan olağanüstü edge of sanity parçası. şarkı sözleri şöyledir:

    [i - the forbidden words]
    [ii - incantation]
    [iii - passage of time]
    [iv - the silent threat]
    [v - archilles heel]
    [vi - covenant of souls]
    [vii - face to face]
    [viii - disintegration]
    [ix - aftermath]

    let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls
    lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap
    he must n'er become a slave to this child's beck and call
    for she must never waken from her crimson sleep..
    the monastery stood towering above the ruined city
    it shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes
    to look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity
    all the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones
    for buried there a testament to the evil of a queen
    a misery that spread across a weak and stricken land
    the crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams
    and all mankind did bow beneath the power of her hand

    and in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book
    a manuscript that lay within her frail and trembling arms
    she looked around her nervously as guilt rose in her heart
    but the sway of curiosity had drawn her out too far

    she wavered on the threshold of a dangerous decision
    for this dark tome was no for human eyes to ever read
    the pages dripped with legions of persuasive words and visions
    so the volume had been hidden well, but now it had been freed

    for no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in
    perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought
    she wandered to a room that before she'd never been
    and all at once the interest of her senses had been caught
    for no apparent reason had the women been drawn in
    where rows of dusty books lay in an ominous display

    but one ancient leather binding had the grain of human skin
    and seized with curiosity she stole this book away

    and now she sat alone in the concealment of the night
    she was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage
    the glimmer of a feeble moon provided her with light
    as she opened up the cover and began to read the page
    fly, soul, the body's guest,
    upon your impish arrant
    let none be guiled by false confession
    truth shall be your warrant
    fly soul for your body must die

    but for those who seek eternity
    for those who yearn prosperity
    from this single act of sanity
    will raise you far above humanity

    oh willing host who doth not know
    the full desire of this prisoner
    you walk where angels fear to go
    thou shalt soon embrace the reckoner
    thy halo of glory, hope's true gage
    may prove to be an evil pilgrimage

    something had happened beyond her control
    a moment of madness unfettered a soul
    that would relish a freedom denied once before
    by a desperate nation with it's back to the wall
    within a split second of reading this text
    the spirit was free and had fled from its nest
    it was eager to grow from this sudden reprieve
    and thus in the woman a life was conceived
    from the beginning the world was misled
    as a baby was born in a monastery bed
    the miracle happening here on this earth
    was perceived as a glorious new virgin birth

    from the moment in time that baby was born
    the sun did now rise on a new crimson dawn
    and the creature just bided its time undiscovered
    so safe in the cradling arms of the mother

    [lead: dan]

    but for those who seek eternity
    for those who yearn prosperity
    from this single act of sanity
    will raise you far above humanity

    secure from the world, the child remained hidden
    a serpent disguised in the garden of eden
    and all who looked down on this newly born babe
    were ignorant now of the path this would take
    the people were blind to the subtle control
    that was exercised daily upon every soul
    with no room to question this delicate life
    all fears would be drowned and all doubts would be stifled

    but one single mind did stand out from the crowd
    though quiet at first - with hardly a sound
    the mother superior harbored suspicion
    brought to her heart by three simple vision

    [the visions:]

    the first was a planet engulfed by the sea
    no dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
    no rock jutted out from the endless horizon
    or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons

    no animals dwelt in the forests or fields
    all life was extinct; its fate had been sealed

    by the curse of a violent unstoppable flood
    mankind had been drowned in an ocean of blood

    the next revelation was vivid and cruel
    it depicted two swordsmen engrossed in a duel
    the one held a sword that was silver and pure
    the other a sword that was red to the core

    they fought as the sun rose high in the sky
    their fight would not end until one of them died
    no room did they have for an error to make
    for the future of life was the trophy at stake

    but one of the warriors flouted the rules
    and with cunning and guile had the other one fooled
    as he held up his hands in a gesture of peace
    the silver opponent allowed this retreat

    then the man with the red sword attacked from behind
    left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind
    then carnage ensued that no man could condone
    as the bloody red blade sliced through sinew and bone

    all day did the swordsman attack without halt
    though the other lay dead from the frenzied assault
    until by the twilight and all that remained
    were the echoes of death and a fresh crimson stain

    and so came the third of these unyielding visions
    a picture of war and ferocious divisions
    an army of saviors marching as one
    aware that the end had already begun

    they arrived in a field, which was wide and expansive
    they waited in silence both ready and pensive
    the grassland was strewn with small crimson petals
    their fragrance was sweet with the stench of the devil

    and slowly but surely they fell into sleep
    their consciousness gone as they slumped in defeat
    and there they still lie bereft of their willpower
    brought to their knees by the strength of a flower

    the three visions, the mother superior bore
    a bitter forewarning of what was in store
    this infant so frail must not grow to be strong
    the world was at risk if she waited too long
    so veiled by the blackness of night she did creep
    and enter where mother and child were both asleep
    and onwards she moved to where the crib lay
    she leant over the baby and started to pray
    she prayed for forgiveness for what she would do
    she prayed that the knife in her hand would aim true
    but all of a sudden she was now paralyzed
    the baby daughter had opened her eyes

    [lead: mike]

    and into those eyes, the woman gazed
    the look in her face was both haunted and crazed
    she was smothered and swamped in confusion and sadness
    the first to be gripped by this foul crimson madness
    this brutal psychosis could not be explained
    no one single cause was suggested or blamed
    but no one could think that a child was involved
    and the mystery illness remained unresolved

    so all seemed as normal for seven short years
    a veil of deception dissolved any fears
    but there was one lapse in the child's disguise
    and that could be seen in the depths of her eyes

    the message could clearly be discovered there
    in the glimpse of the universe found in her stare
    her gaze hypnotic, unbearably strong
    suspicions were growing, it wouldn't be long
    oh willing host who doth not know
    the full desire of this prisoner
    you walk where angels fear to go
    thou shalt soon embrace the reckoner

    now and then a question would be raised
    strong misgivings threatened to be voiced
    but these were judgments wiser not to say
    to doubt the child could prove to be a rash and deadly choice
    by now the crimson reign had proved too much
    the monastery was shadowed under dread
    but fear decreed that hostile thoughts be crushed
    for the creature had the power to crawl inside your head
    the mother in her darkest moment knew
    the time had come for action to be taken

    a journey must be made to hidden truths
    she must return and read again the book she had forsaken

    this tome presented many further views
    essential rules of power were revealed
    and thus the pages offered up one clue
    the child bore one significant archilles heel
    should the crimson queen be blinded, then powerless she'll be
    bereft of piercing vision, her victims will be free

    salvation lies in banishing this creature to the dark
    let not your hand be hesitant or death will be your mark
    lest regained sight should speed her flight away from burning hell
    a steady heart must seal her back within her crimson cell

    and thou who didst release this most vindictive enemy
    must serve to be her warder there for all eternity

    one quiet night the lady traveled out beyond the monastery
    her quest was one of urgency and human preservation
    she traveled with companions to reach the ruined city
    where lay the means to save her kind, a path to their salvation
    when there they searched for evidence of where the queen once slept
    and came upon a gateway, which was tightly closed and barred
    a stark inscription warned them of the risk of their next step
    but choices were no more; they had already come too far

    let no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls
    lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap
    he must n'er become a slave to this child's beck and call
    for she must never waken from her crimson sleep:

    [lead: mike]

    with fresh resolve the women carried on towards their goal
    and found themselves a cell where crimson shade were scattered
    a sight so dreadful it chilled their very souls
    the cell had long been drained and all around the glass lay shattered

    a movement in the shadows
    a flash of blazing light
    the child stood before them
    with murder in her eyes
    the women ran towards her
    to try to stem the tide
    of purse and crimson anger
    there was nowhere left to hide
    too slow was their reaction
    they were thrown back off their feet
    their throats were filled with panic
    as they stared as harsh defeat
    too weak was their protection
    they couldn't staunch the trail
    of vitriol and vengeance
    meted out for this betrayal
    so the mother's brave compatriots
    consumed with damning pain
    died writhing in the dirt
    they were bleeding and insane
    they'd looked into the child's eyes
    and crumbled in despair
    from images too hideous
    for human minds to bear
    salvation lies in banishing
    this creature to the dark
    let not your hand be hesitant
    or death will be your mark"
    but there was still one single hope
    no room for fear or doubt
    the mother knew there was no choice
    she had to end this now

    she crawled across the bloodstained ground
    her eyes averted from the steely glare
    but secretly she knew she'd found
    a way beyond this nightmare

    [lead: simon/mike]

    a few more seconds spanned the path
    between success or damnation
    mankind would face the aftermath speed
    of this deadly confrontation
    got to strike for the eyes
    leave the monster running blind
    go to cross the line
    got to strike for those unforgiving eyes

    she veiled herself with trivial thought
    a mask of insignificance
    her daughter failed to see beyond
    the fabric of irrelevance

    for a moment they were face to face
    no sign of what was soon to be
    but still her mind refused to break
    those thoughts must not be seen
    got to strike for the eyes
    leave the monster running blind
    go to cross the line
    got to strike for those unforgiving eyes

    [lead: simon]

    striking hard, striking fast in desperation
    the world around is filled with shades of red
    forced to stand in weak anticipation
    as rivulets of blood run down the child's head
    the chamber fills with screams of violent rage
    of petulance and impotent frustration
    consumed with frenzied tidal waves of hate
    the princess falls to earth in dark sedation

    her blindness stunts the growth of nascent power
    that grows within her like some poisonous flower
    the blade of darkness strikes her to the hilt
    and so the flower inside begins to wilt
    but time is short for action to be taken
    no chance to dwell on pity or mistakes
    no chance for dark excuses to be found
    the moment of salvation must be now!

    cast me to the crimson flames
    thou hast the power should i be blind
    to overthrow my wicked reign
    and throw me to the pit of time
    cast me to the crimson flames
    thou shalt bar the doors of hell
    incant these words of sacred rule
    seal me in my crimson cell

    [lead: dan]

    and thus was read the incantation
    voices echoed round and round
    the woman smiled in weak elation
    mesmerized inside the sounds

    [lead: dan]

    and with these chants of higher lore
    so mortal flesh began to fade
    soon child and mother were no more
    their earthly bodies now decayed

    cast me to the crimson flames
    thou shalt bar the doors of hell
    incant these words of sacred rule
    seal me in my crimson cell

    [lead: mike]

    and still inside the chamber stands
    a single cell with crimson hue
    resealed by spoken word of man
    imbued with power from spiritual truth
    two souls imprisoned for eternity
    light and dark forever bound
    two souls that never can be freed
    a pathway back will not be found
    for trapped beyond some foolish reach
    and far away from prying eyes

    no channel now to lead or preach
    no chance to influence or guide
    the final sacrifice she took
    ensured the hope of the human race
    and thus she holds the sacred book
    a captive in her crimson space

    lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap
    for she must never waken from this crimson sleep


    (brainworm - 10 Haziran 2004 15:11)

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