Style
Elis' music style is a very particular one in gothic metal. The influences of their sound come from both symphonic metal and doom metal, as clearly defined on their releases: the songs include most of the times an orchestral part and death grunts at the same time, making it hard to identify the band's true genre.
The lyrics are another important element of Elis' music. Differently from many other gothic metal bands, whose lyrics are heavily influenced by literature, love and death, Elis' lyrics are mainly taken from life and experiences, as well as childhood (especially on the Griefshire album). Most of the song's lyrics are written in English, with two or three songs in German per full-length album and, before Sabine Dünser's death, she was the main songwriter of them. The only exceptions are (so far) Heaven and Hell, a Black Sabbath cover; I Come Undone, a Jennifer Rush cover; and Ballade and In Einem Verlassenen Zimmer, whose lyrics are entirely taken from poems of the same (respective) names by Austrian poet Georg Trakl.
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