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Чем первоначально привлек меня данный коллектив - это интересными обложками альбомов и необычным стилем. И хотя обложка обычно никак не говорит о качестве музыки, ибо ее автор зачастую никакого отношения к музыкантам группы не имеет, да и в любом, даже самом необычном и навороченном стиле можно выдать какую-нибудь бяку, но в данном случае музыкальное наполнение альбома оправдало мои ожидания на 175 %. Я ожидал услышать суховатое рубилово, приправленное не всегда разнообразными блэковыми бластбитами, но просчитался. Передо мной предстала плотная скоростная музыка с кучей мелодий, бодрыми и интересными ударными и потрясным вокалом. Всем этим кстати занимается всего один человек по имени Владимир (играющий, кстати, еще в 2-х one-man бэндах), и владеет всеми инструментами, включая собственный голос, он просто замечательно. В большинстве треков музыка представляет собой очень плотно сбитое мясо, притом вполне осмысленное и действительно драйвовое, чего не хватает многим брутал-дэс командам. Обилие мелодий иногда кажется излишним, но по сути не сильно напрягает. Что касается лучших песен, то я бы посоветовал группу со второго трека по четвертый, особенно "Hurle a la Mort", где во вступлении, за счет многократного повторения первого слова, создается эффект некой многоуровневости вокала.
Не знаю, кому больше придется по душе данный релиз, дэтстерам или блэкстерам. Для блэка здесь довольно мало пафоса (разве что "Shadowless" выделяется), нет какой-то яростно-холодной злобы, для дэта музыка также нехарактерная. Но я бы порекомендовал послушать новый альбом Weeping Birth всем, независимо от жанровых пристрастий. |
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Who were fleeing away, forgetting as they were running
That the palace they had crushed
Was equally precious to me as my own life
The work of a life
The passion of a quest
Denied
Destroyed
My eyes, that had seen the sparkle in the dark,
Were now beholding the remains
Of a fervour that had been sentenced to death
By the blindness of a race
As I collapsed, like those stones had just done
My betrayed face hit the frozen ground
Then the moon came and chased away the agitation of the light
Lying there, feeding from the coldness of the earth
My thoughts started to wander in an incarnate trance
Echoing from within but beholding the outside
Thus a dark seed started growing in my veins
Blackening my vital fluids and withering my feelings
From the ashes of my broken dream I will rise
And like wolf among sheep
Spread a deserved terror within the flock
Like wolf among sheep…
For suckled at the teat of motherly presence
I was fed with poison
I know what the instinct is
Like wolf among sheep...
Hurle а la Mort
Hurle а la Mort
А peine discernй par ton њil blafard
Dussй-je incarner ton pire cauchemar
Ma soif de vengeance trouvant source en un si ridicule toi
De mes mains tu pйriras
La bкte qui jadis sommeillait soudain s’йveille
Enfantйe d’une fureur et d’une rage sans pareilles
De l’un tu goыteras а la dйconstruction puis au rien
Sans mкme la compagnie du chagrin
Hurle а la mort, poussiиre patibulaire
C’est elle qui te dйvore, pauvre hиre dйlйtиre
Qu’importe mon nom
Dйjа, tu n’en perзois plus le son
Vois tes fils s’йteindre un а un
Avant de sombrer а ton tour
Dans les milles et un dйtours
Que tu as creusйs en ton sein
Йtouffe sous le poids de ta misиre
Rongeant ta chair mortifиre
Ce sang qui coule est le tien
Et s’йgare а tout jamais dans le lointain
Totalitarian Grievance
Totalitarian Grievance
I accuse the Judas followers of nihilism
Deliberately building their world upon nothingness
I accuse the white lambs of God of nihilism
Deliberately building their world upon nothingness and saying no to life with the utmost strength
I accuse the Allah’s sons of nihilism
Deliberately building their world upon nothingness
I accuse the Hindu fanatics of nihilism
Deliberately building their world upon nothingness and saying no to life with the utmost strength
The signs of the Kingdom’s fall were unleashed under sad skies...
Bearing multiple names but a same ground
So are the entities brought up by man,
No matter where, no matter when
But still, how come the human race has kept misleading itself
And why do things seem to get even worse
The signs of the Kingdom’s fall were unleashed under sad skies
Dismembering one by one the articulations of faith in equilibrium
Sadness and disappointment are the results of this tragic awareness
For the tearing of childish virgin eyes is always painful
But now through blood I can see what was concealed
And until death will fight for the knowledge light to spread on every ignorance shade area
A quest exceeding the measure of a single man
Or is it that it exceeds a whole race?
Mass deconstruction in order to recreate
A healthy civilisation, stronger than hate
Is there actually anything that can be done for the worms?
Maybe...
Surrounded by the weakness of a lazy people
Finding self satisfaction in material comfort and emotional evasion
Or maybe my quest is not of this world
And all my efforts as vain as their blindfold deeds
For the state of decadence is so advanced
That letting the corpses rot till their complete decomposition is the only solution
I Was
I Was
Throughout the circle of extra-sensorial revelations
There are some that deal with blindfold imagination
And there is another one
Just a single one
Mine...
Shade and dust, screaming together as if from only one mouth
In one moonless night
Uttered painful words that got carved on my chest
And that went through my heart
Lifeless but still alive, emptying of so-called life fluids
I gazed at the empty night, physically motionless as death, as my own death
But yet greately agitated, somehow, somewhere
In such deepness one no eye but mine could look at
When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
Dust all alone spoke to me
Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
And uttered its command
For this time shall be mine
Unexpectedly hatching upon my shrine
Beyond the steams of the will I will grow
Depriving all life form of their inner glow
An asexual vengeance
The forces of logic beyond the screams of passion
Coldly, efficiently unveiling terror and horror
To the unexpecting eye, already freezing
When all my blood got drank by the remorseless earth
Dust all alone spoke to me
Its hoarse voice rose from nowhere
And uttered its command
Oh, in an ejaculation of sudden and bitter fury the unspoken was understood
That earth had just been blessed by the messiah it had always been waiting for
I knew that neither good nor evil was...
But that I was...
Detestable Birth Tapestries with Snakes Embroidered
Detestable Birth Tapestries with Snakes Embroidered
Nativity inserted upside down
Hail the lecherous masterful clown
Dawning at dusk, lovingly raping
Press record, peer at me and carry on masturbating
Unveiling detestable birth tapestries with snakes embroidered
The pseudo gods ordered birth, and flesh they gutted
Flesh-digging their forearms dripping with carnal fluids
Unbreakable life was inseminated, rising from the solids
Ejaculating love as a burning grief would be buried...
Thus the fruit was gnawed
And the pips crunched
Melting my waxed bones
Snatched into bitter breath stems
Let hatred divine molest the decapitated
Chew the corpse and rejoice from the blood loss
The eye-piercer cannot be bathed in a halo of inner beauty
Cast by the mutilated darkened soul floating in the collapsed
But bruises shall mute into a war paint
As the dead scoffed symphony shall regenerate
And flow fiercely through the flies’ flight
Scarring sights with tight dry fright
Forcing the testoestrogen marionette to kneel down
And taste the loss of the power it had possessed
Enslaved master succumbing before what unleashed desire
Had let innumerable straw bodies to do, and do, and do, and do...
But yet, with such so-called humanity engraved so deeply
A pure state of vision could not be reached
The absurd piece of flesh on its knees
Could not, therefore, apprehend, consider and comprehend such roaring life form
Roaming foam throning upon reason
Threw the mass over the exception
Nativity inserted upside down
Hail the lecherous masterful clown
Der Tanz der Toten
Der Tanz der Toten
Rise! Rise! Tragic hatred, rise!
I summon you, I invoke you
Rise from the cradle where you have been silently dwelling
Ever since my very first breathing
One in me, may our two bloods mingled be
Sharing the same pulse deprived of mercy
For such was the burden
Under which man was sunken
Telle йtait votre danse morbide, maintenant moribonde
Rongйe par elle-mкme tant elle йtait immonde
Un non а la vie gйmi par milles pores suintants
D’un accablement haletant et purulent
D’abord simplement йgarйs puis lamentablement effondrйs
Rassemblйs par la dйmesure qui vous avait йparpillйs
Voila que s’avance l’ombre du glas qui dйjа au loin rйsonne
Et de sa lourde voix votre extinction pure coordonne
Also sprach der Lebende, der keine Heimat hatte.
Also sprach der Einzige, in seinem Eigentum eingesperrt.
Es gibt nur eine Lцsung, die von selbst durchsetzen wird
Zerstцrend die unzдhligen Abirrungen: der Tanz der Toten
Avec pour seules armes nйcessaires
La rйsignation, la patience et l’observation
L’homme regarde le sous-homme s’йtourdir
S’йvanouir, croupir puis enfin mourir
Dйlivrant le sol de sa prйsence aberrante
Aussi calamiteuse que dйsespйrйment persistante
Un jour un hourra йpurй s’йlиvera
Mais jusqu’alors, seul le fracas du tonnerre retentira
Puis vos petites oreilles se rйsorberont
Afin de ne plus percevoir aucun son
Vos yeux fuiront vos orbites
Votre cњur deviendra granite
Alors votre sang perlera
Faisant ainsi йclore votre aura
Et tel un fruit mыr vous tomberez de l’arbre
Pour pourrir sur vos constructions de marbres
Und schliesslich wird der Tanz aufhцren
Und schliesslich werde Ich aufstehen kцnnen
Et enfin le rire s’йlиvera et, parmi les dйcombres de la folie, soufflera
Les derniиres cendres des inaptitudes dйmentielles de la foi
Que le sang jaillissant des jugulaires bouchйes par un magma de Grвce
Avait mis а mort en un ultime mouvement moral contre lui-mкme
La fin de l’Histoire, la fin de l’Homme
La fin de la Masse, la fin du rиgne aberrant de toute Meta-
Vaginal Secretions
Vaginal Secretions
The menstrual blood-red wine is muting into tears
Come to life
Eat the dirty breast of your womb
Feed from her lying gazes and grow
You, cursed bleeding worm
Behold the rising moon
And fear the rage of the sun
Tremble, miserable
Suckled at the teat of a cadaverous female body
Eat the rotten flesh
Monster
Defecate on your soul
The dead foetus is sucking the cunt
Lulled in the disgusting moaning
Of the motherly orgasmic whore
Vaginal secretion instead of breast milk
This is love
Feel the fatherly hammer flooding your entrails
This is love
See your mother masturbating with your umbilical cord
Cold! Cold is the wind on your naked skin
Her breath, so cold...
Suffocate in your frozen vomit
But don’t you dare weep
Your eyes are stuck
By blood and sperm
Don’t try to open them
Your parents are already dead
And so are you
Orgasmic Fetid Breath
Orgasmic Fetid Breath
Can the lifeless newborn child feel
The true essence within animated and unanimated things
Or can this pathetic crawling non-being
Only see through the womb’s single purulent eye
Hidden contemptuous sexual existences
Spreading consciousnesses and shattering essences
... The first thing this flesh of abhorrence saw
Was such hideous incestuous eye dripping with blood
Euphorically vomiting life and lies
An anosognosic industry of the I
A biomechanicalized pseudo godlike flood
Tetanized by the enthralling hysterical whispers
Murmured by the unexpected and opening
The carrier of life painfully defecates
What she shall unconsciously scorn and hate
For her eyes got burst as well
By the acid tongue of her own perverted mistress
Thus has gone on the sharing of the enslaved blood
Since ages and through time
Hidden contemptuous sexual existences
Spreading consciousnesses and shattering essences
Smell the orgasmic fetid breath lulling you
How can you think you are?
Hear the raging laughter lulling you
How can you think you are?
Feel the frozen hand lulling you
How can you think you are?
Taste the death milk feeding you
How can you still think you are...
Love, Death's Betrothed
Love, Death’s Betrothed
Voluble existence
An unaware desperate cry
Echoing from nowhere
In an endless death rattle
By convolvuluses and creeping brambles
Milliards of hollow shades of pretended souls
Caught in the thorny and grinning web
Of decadence
Dead eyes that do not see
Dead ears that do not hear
Seemingly blown by the wind of life...
But these are only dead leaves
Weakness Enthroned
Dissatisfaction procreated
The perverted inverted instincts of life
Extolled to heavenly nothingness
Oh, moribund God
Vomiting to the petrified ground
The self-eschatological Lethean flood
Of the unveiling nihilism
And I, chewing my limbs with resignation
The acceleration of the natural degradation
Choosing loss and self desecration
Not under the influence of an redemptive idea
But silent suicide
Instead of self-deceit
Inseminating instinct of madness
And crowning nothingness upon the living
So is Good
Against Evil
And thus Love has turned out to be
Death’s betrothed
Farewell World
It is you or me.
Immobile
Immobile
Embrasй, enlisй parmi les dйcombres d’absurdes vйritйs
Dieu... immobile...
Non plus mы comme auparavant par le souffle mкme de la vie
Mais gisant lа, immobile...
A son image, l’Homme soudain s’essouffle, s’йtourdit puis s’effondre
Si seul parmi les siens, si seul en lui-mкme
Haletant et hoquetant, dos plaquй contre la duretй du sol
Et pйnйtrй par la froideur de la terre gelйe
Violemment aveuglй par l’absence de toute lumiиre,
Alors aspirйe а travers le sol dйrobй,
L’homme s’enlise un peu plus а chaque seconde dans la boue glacйe par l’hiver
Ses yeux rivйs vers le ciel figй
L’ombre raide de Dieu s’йtendait а perte de vue,
Immobile telle la mort...
Dиs lors, plus rien n’йtait
Ni вme, ni cieux, ni йternitй, ni Dieu
Dieu gisait mort, йteint, rien
Rien...
Juste une humanitй dйcapitйe
Amputйe de son вme et de sa vie
N’ayant plus que ses propres mains pour s’extraire
De son tombeau de fange glacйe
Mais ce rвle qui sortait alors de ces milles gosiers йcarquillйs
N’йtait point un rugissement mais un ridicule blatиrement
En manque de chargement а porter
Nostalgiques de leur dйsert arrachй.
Immobile telle la mort...
La mort de Dieu
Mutisme
Mutisme
Point de mots pour йvoquer la dйsillusion
Engendrйe par la glaciale rйvйlation
Soit! dans ce silence je m’enfermerai, puis
De rien, de mort, rйpudierai ce que j’ai fui
Nйgation de ma vue comme nйgation de mon
Вme, je refuse la vie et son mensonge
Et de ma bouche jamais plus le moindre son
Ne s’йchappera dans le monde ou dans son songe
Mon sang coule et de son parfum
Imprиgne la terre en un flux sans fin
Non pas une fuite mais un accomplissement
Certes prйcoce mais d’autant plus retentissant
Mutisme profond
Mort en toute raison
Shadowless
Shadowless
Rising up my hands to the height of my eyes
I am now doomed to face and to realize
The dripping proof of the nonsense
Of what still maintains such a whimsical existence
Self-harm, the cold tongue of mutilation
Licking my body, exiled in negation
One foot closer to the source of the deadly whispers
Vomiting on feelings and on desires
Burning poison was spat into my heart
Unleashing a self-destructive hatred and tearing me apart
Love
Shining painfully from above
Mighty liar
Succumbs to desire
Betrayal
I was sworn the immortal
But given the deceit
And remorselessly drowned under vomit
"The truth cannot be hidden"
Thus spoke the dead raven
Calling my name
Of filth and shame
What words cannot express
Scars, burns and bruises all over a shadowless bleeding body
When the spring is dried up
And when death is made up
Deeper and deeper within my flesh, the blade carves symbols and names
Closer and closer to the cold embrace of the night I long for
Negation through the visual revelation
Revelation through the active negation
Of my carnal substance
This time I am all alone in my dance
La Mauvais Oeil
Le Mauvais Oeil
En d’obscures mouvements de rage et de pure nйgation
De douloureux remous tempкtent en mon sein. De leur agitation
Mue par la haine et la soif de vengeance
Naоtra le feu qui punira ton impertinence
Mon sang s’йtant йcoulй hors de mon corps
Traзant d’occultes symboles de puissance et de mort
Les marques йternelles de mes sinistres mutilations
Dйchaоneront colиres et cosmiques foudres qui te terrasseront
Non-кtre et absurditй
En toi incarnйs
Ta non lueur spйculaire satyrique
T’attire ma vengeance tyrannique
J’appelle а moi la Mort!
Mon cњur dйchirй
Mon corps mutilй
Tant bien ma substance pensante qu’йtendue
Hurlent ta perte et ton вme dйchue
J’appelle а moi la Mort!
Devant le dйclin de l’inattaquable
Devant la chute du prйtendu indestructible...
J’appelle а moi la Mort!
Puissent dиs lors les foudres s’йveiller puis de toute leur longueur se dresser
Illuminant cieux et plaines, masquant la lune et ses pвles rayons
Puis s’abattre en un hurlement faisant raisonner а travers terres et mers
Et creuser en elles le cratиre qui sera ton tombeau
J’appelle а moi la Mort!
Ainsi furent mes mots prononcйs, que la terre gronde et le vent hurle а prйsent