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Voice of Destruction
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1 | Bloedrivier
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| 2 | Doom
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| 3 | A Beast Is Born
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| 4 | Funeral
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| 5 | Vir Zoe
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| 6 | Religion
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| 7 | If I Had A Soul, Pt. 3
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| 8 | Goodbye
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| 9 | J.M.S.P.
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| 10 | Ring of Brodgar
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| 11 | Needledive |
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Paul Andre Blom - Drums
Francois Breytenbach Blom - Vocals
Greg McEwan - Guitar
Diccon Harper - Bass |
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Recorded in 72 Hours at Academy Studios, Dewsbury, W. yorkshire, England Dec 1996.
Track 8 recorded at The London Connection, Cape Town Jul 1995.
Cover Artwork by Norman Catherine (c) 1985 entitled "Bloodriver".
(c) 1996 V.O.D / Morbid Records |
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Pray for Him
The Sullen Hero
Bleed (*) with Her
His Ruptured Ego
Drives him forward, Blinkered Madness
Stale saliva burns her tongue
Mad dog foaming, hellspawn moans
The aria of tears has to be sung
She was too stubborn to leg go
And he was to vain
Doom
Doomed
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В нашем музыкальном магазине иногда можно купить просто непостижимо редкие вещи (дело в том, что в этот магазин некоторые люди сдают на продажу диски из своих домашних коллекций). И вот стою я и держу трясущимися руками диск южноафриканской группы Voice of Destruction - "Bloedrivier". Первое, что бросается в глаза, это засунутый зачем-то в полость коробки шприц. Открываю буклет, и вижу этот шприц, нарисованный почти на каждой его странице. Становится ясно, что шприц - это не прикол продавца или прежнего владельца диска, а зарегистрированный товарный знак :-). Вторая примечательная вещь - все музыканты этой группы отнюдь не негры, как мне сначало почему-то подумалось (стереотип: из Африки - значит негры). Музыкальный стиль данного альбома сложно охарактеризовать как-то однозначно. Больше всего здесь, наверное, Death и Doom-Death Metal, но много также трешевых, мелодик-дэтовых и традишионал-думовых моментов. Но назовем это условно Doom-Death, тем более, что группа включена в список на сайте http://doom-metal.com . Альбом начинается с одноименной инструментальной песни "Bloedrivier", которая несколько приоткрывает слушателю стилистическое разнообразие материала. Следующая песня "Doom" - наилучший трэк альбома, который собрал в себя все вышеперечисленные стили, очень мелодичный и дарующий слушателю прекрасное настроение. Этот трэк является эталоном для большинства последующих, кроме двух аккустических инструменталок "Vir Zoe" и "Ring of Brodgar", и песни "Goodbye", записанной годом ранее в Кейптауне (все остальные писались в английской студии Academy Studios), с более плохим качеством записи и стилистически не очень вписывающейся в остальной материал альбома. Последний трэк "Needledive" содержит также hiddentrack - отвратительную по качеству концертную запись каких-то старых двух песен.
Выпустив данный альбом (единственный полноформатный), группа прекратила свое существование, тем не менее оставив приятные воспоминания о себе в виде этого CD с зачем-то засунутым шприцем в полость коробки. |
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Once endeavoured, utterly rotten
Truth disguised and paralysed
categorised, neatly circumsized
She finds herself in a maze of strife
A starry eyed groupie of his tormented life
And he finds himself, he finds himself
On the sharp end of a knife
With a wife
In a cul-de-sac life
The youthful laughter, of yesterday’s
Carefree love, crumpled on the floor
Frustrated anger, the only child this union bore
Nothing left of what was before
Fear
the mother of all violence
mental, verbal, cutting through the silence
dreaded deadlock destiny
two golden rings entwined in misery
and he hates all the things she does
tries to remember how this came to pass
and she’s too clouded
to bring back the sun
His feelings shrouded
rage cocked like a gun
So pray for her and bleed (*) with him
and look upon the world
can you see ?
Doom
And they will never resolve it
so they go on
The Devil whispers softly
Matrimony
(*) : 'bleed' in italic
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A Beast Is Born
The Carnival of Reality
is chewing on this fragile veil of Sanity
I’ve spun around what’s left of my world
Days freeze into nights
and nights melt into days again
as the demons at my bolted door
are forging their own key
They scream my name
I think I understand now
My pointless life is taking a turn
I laugh and scream
my inhibitions crumble as they burn
the asylum of imagination’s
walls moan and sigh,
as it dies
My mind is a wasteland
my world a frozen grave
I slit the choking throat (*) of my past
I am one with the universe
a black eternal wave
I am what was and will be and the last
I am the last
I am what was and will be and the last
Take my hand
Satan I break you, Jesus I forsake you
I am the Lord of Corruption
I am the Voice of Destruction
Unholy crown I rape you
Crown of Thorns I break you
I am the Lord of Corruption
I am the Voice of Destruction
Join me now
Take my hand as I let you go
Join me now
Let me possess the key to your soul
Drown in the knowledge of my world
as your new consciousness unfolds
I’ll brush the tears from your eyes
Embrace your former self’s demise
Demise, Demon
Take my Hand
Join me now
Satan I break you, Jesus I forsake you
I am the Lord of Corruption
I am the Voice of Destruction
(*) : 'slit the choking throat' in italic
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Funeral
No more dreams
or childhood myths to fear
I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m everywhere, I’m here
No more false creations
no more violations
weighing on my shoulders like incurable disease
No more lies
tainted alibis
For the all elusive dream of youth
It’s the final curtain-call
he feels afraid and small
the congregation calls to Him
through the darkness and the pain
He is all that remains of another man
No more dreams
or childhood myths to fear
You’re alive, you’re dead
You’re everywhere, you’re here
No more complications
No more false creations
You can hear you Fathers
Calling you back home
Back home
As the final candle burns
Memories fade and twist and turn
I can hear my father’s calling me
Back home
I guide the steel square
to red rivers of despair (*)
I can hear my father calling me
Back home
Hear my father calling me
The Funeral of Youth
The Funeral of You
(*) : 'red rivers of despair' in italic
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Religion
Shower me with Gold
Shower me with Love
A Thousandfold
Give me all you Have
Live for me
Shower me with Devotion
I’m Jesus Christ Superstar
I’m Satan, I’m Jah
I’m Odin I’m Ra, Pagan, Buddah
Hahahaha. Hare Krishna
I’m Alive in every corner of the world
Created by man, call me Religion
I rule a society of fools
Creation of Man, call me Religion
Like a knife firmly on your throat (*)
Creation of man, call me Religion
I’m Alive in every corner of your world
created by man
Just call me Religion
See me strut my stuff
In schools, in Governments, on satellite TV
And Beyond
I’m Alive in every corner of the world
Created by man, call me Religion
I rule a society of fools
Creation of Man, call me Religion
Like a knife firmly on your throat (*)
Creation of man, call me Religion
I’m Alive in every corner of your world
created by man
Just call me Religion
Shower me with Gold
Shower me with Love
A Thousandfold
Give me all you Have
Live for me
Hear me, Fear me, Pay me
Pray to you God
(*) : 'knife firmly on your throat' in italic
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If I Had A Soul, Pt. 3
As years go by
The ceaseless pursuit of a Soul
is lost in the wavering light
Forgotten the Rage
Clouded by Age
but sometimes the all consuming Shadow
reveals the memory
of a too distant God
and the scarlet tears (*) of Forgotten Souls
Dead and Lost
a too distant God
a too Distant God
Light illuminating Darkness
is not always a symbol of Hope
Confused and irredeemable
in Futile dreams we pathetically stumble and Grope
for a too distant God
a too Distant God
Oh God
If I Had a Soul
(*) : 'scarlet tears' in italic
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Goodbye
So you've decided
There's not much around here to live for
Though you've denied it
Reality came knocking at your door
You tried to fight it
Tried to substitute your despair
And now you're standing
With a washline-noose around your neck
Goodbye father dearest
Goodbye mother love
Goodbye little sister
Goodbye puppy dog
There's nothing more for me
To love or to feel
My life's a raw deal
Goodbye
The room starts to fade
As the line bites your neck (*)
And you glimpse the note
You left on the bed
Grey turns to black
As your eyes blindly stare
Into the Hereafter
Goodbye
Now you see yourself hanging
Like a limps discarded doll
For a moment
You hover aimlessly
Then a dark icy hand
Seems to beckon you away
Enter the unknown
Goodbye
Goodbye father dearest
Goodbye mother love
Goodbye little sister
Goodbye puppy dog
There's nothing more for me
To love or to feel
My life's an ordeal
Goodbye
(*) : 'bites your neck' in italic
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Needledive
In the name of the Father
And the mother and the Dope
And the Heroin Whores
I bless this vein
With a potion of Doom
Bleeding (*) ulcer
Showering the whole of my world
With the soup of decay
The universe in my Head
Swallows it all
So the dreams I've dreamt
are dead
and I sweat and scream
fighting off
the Voices in my Head
So I push the Needle in
and I Dive into Another
Raimbows
Covering chainsaws in pool of Blood (*)
While the virgin Mary loses his head
Politician shits in the face
of a mindless minority
Pygmies dance on a pentagram bed
I never want to wake
As I cruise the morphine highway
Burning at the stake
So I push the Needle in
Again
And I Dive into Another
Bloed (*) op die altaar
Lost in my spell
In die huis
Early morning winter starlight
van Godverlate drome
Guides the path so well
Bloed (*)
Bloed
Demons
Polishing a throne
in the Chamber of Satan himself
Holy preacher
paying off a whore
Bleeding (*) ulcer
Showering the whole of my world
with the Soup of Decay
the universe in my Head
Comes to my room
I never want to wake
As I cruise the Heroin Highway
Burn me at the stake
so I push
the Needle in Again
As I Dive into another
I Dive into another
Another
(*) word in italic