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TOP 20 of November 2017: 12 New Entries, 1 Up, and 7 Down
Status
Rank
Song Title
Artist / Group
N.E.
1
 The Fire - San Francisco Vuur
-1
2
 The End Soror Dolorosa
N.E.
3
 Sonar Dance La Scaltra
N.E.
4
 Vow Subterfuge
N.E.
5
 Secret Places (Erntefeuer EP) Darkwood
N.E.
6
 Lost in the Kingdom Koyo
N.E.
7
 Noise. Voices. Noise. Silence Faderhead
+10
8
 The Exorcist Daniel Cavanagh
-6
9
 Listen and Scream Diary Of Dreams
-5
10
 Sky Collapse Kirlian Camera feat. Covenant
-9
11
 My Name is Ruin Gary Numan
N.E.
12
 In Tremor Dei Moonspell feat. Paulo Braganca
-9
13
 Spent the Day in Bed Morrissey
N.E.
14
 White on White The Frozen Autumn
N.E.
15
 As We Open, So We Close OMD
-7
16
 Where I Wait Null+Void feat. Dave Gahan
-9
17
 Interstellar Traveller Ritual Reaper
N.E.
18
 Party in the Dark Mogwai
N.E.
19
 The Universe Boytronic
N.E.
20
 Black Rain Andras
VUUR
In This Moment We Are Free - Cities

Anneke van Giersbergen has one of the most impressive female voices in the goth metal and progressive worlds. Vuur is her new band building on her success with The Gentle Storm where she is absolutely sweet on sentiment. The album presents a tour around the world, a geographical poetry, and an string of high expectations. Vuur means Fire in Dutch, while The Fire - San Francisco is one of those dream moments from within the mist.
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DARKWOOD - Secret Places

In search of secret places
Our silver arrow flies
In search of silent traces
Crashing from the sky

And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her burning hands

The earth is like an anvil
The hammer of the sun falls down
A flaming glow in front of the eyes
Like a golden, thorny crown

And the desert receives us
Like enemies, like friends
The desert takes us gently
Into her torturing hands

Then in the distance haunts a shadow
A flickering shadow passes by
And with the last breath from our souls
We fill the air with a desperate cry

The man slightly turning
A look creating hope
His liquid gift of nature
Releases our rope

And the desert esteems us
Like enemies, like friends
And the desert leaves us gently
From her golden hands
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