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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Studio Master: CDA67998Studio Master FLAC & ALAC downloads available
A second volume of music from the Conductus repertory—the least-known genre of medieval music—performed by three singers who combine expert knowledge of the music with voices of unearthly beauty.» More
Bulla fulminante, Sub iudice tonante, Reo appellante, Sententia gravante Veritas supprimitur, Distrahitur et venditur, Iustitia prostante. Itur et recurritur Ad curiam, nec ante Quid consequitur Quam exuitur quadrante.
Pape ianitores Cerbero surdiores In spe vana plores; Nam etiam si fores Orpheus, quem audiit Pluto deus tartareus, Non ideo perores, Malleus argenteus Ni feriat ad fores, Ubi Proteus Variat mille colores.
Si queris prebendas, Frustra vitam pretendas, Mores non commendas, Ne iudicem offendas; Frustra tuis litteris Inniteris; moraberis Per plurimas kalendas. Tandem expectaveris A ceteris ferendas, Paris ponderis Pretio nisi contendas.
Jupiter, dum orat Danem, frustra laborat, Sed eam deflorat Auro dum se colorat. Auro nil potentius Nil gratius; nec Tullius Facundius perorat, Sed hos urit acrius Quos amplius honorat; Nichil iustius Calidum Crassus dum vorat.
With the fulminating bull Under the thundering judge Summoning the guilty man Through an oppressive sentence Truth is suppressed, Torn apart and sold, While justice prostitutes itself. You go and return To the curia, and do not Achieve anything Until you have lost your last farthing.
The doorkeepers of the pope Are more deaf than Cerberus, You will weep in vain hope; For even if you were Orpheus, Whom Pluto, the god of Tartarus, Listened to, You will not successfully plead your case Unless a silver hammer Beats the door Where Proteus changes Into a thousand shapes.
If you want prebends, There is no point in adducing your way of life Or commending your character, Lest you annoy the judge; In vain will you trust to your learning; You will be detained there For many months. Finally you will find you have waited For prebends that will be carried off by others, Unless you compete for them With bribes of equal value.
While Jupiter pleads with Danaë He labours in vain, But he deflowers her When he colours himself with gold. Nothing is more powerful than gold, Nothing more welcome; nor does Cicero Argue more eloquently. But it burns those most consumingly Whom it honours most; Nothing is more just Than when Crassus swallows it hot.