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 "Path of the Weakening" - третий альбом Deeds of Flesh, и первый, выпущенный ими на собственном лейбле, Unique Leader Records. Он стал первым шагом группы на пути постепенного методичного самосовершенствования, приведшего их к выпуску почти идеального техно-брутал-дэт релиза "Crown of Souls". А пока что их музыка хороша, но без той самой изюминки, которая должна иметься во всех альбомах, претендующих на культовый статус. "Path of the Weakening", как и любой другой альбом Deeds of Flesh, выполнен в духе ранних альбомов Suffocation: техничные тяжеленные риффы, мощные бластбиты, слышимый и осязаемый гулкий бас и отличный гроул Эрика Линдмарка, коему вторит басист Джейкоби Кингстон. Гитарных соло здесь нет, однако постоянные гармонические вариации гитарных партий сглаживают эффект от беспощадного долбилова ударных и агрессивного ритма. Развитие композиций достаточно нелинейно, риффы меняют друг друга с завидной частотой, однако сказать, что все это запоминается или хотя бы производит впечатление после первого же прослушивания, никак нельзя. Напротив, скорее все это похоже на некую звуковую кашу, реально выделяются в которой только два тематических сэмпла в начале "Path of the Weakening" и "Execute the Anthropophagi". Этот альбом и подходит более всего для прослушиваний от начала до конца: картина целиком производит гораздо более мощное впечатление, нежели ее отдельные эпизоды. Более того, составляющие треков "Path of the Weakening" зачастую можно произвольно перемешивать или переставлять из песни в песню. Пока что целостность и индивидуальность композиций - не самая сильная сторона творчества группы, но вот их мастерству и энергии можно только позавидовать. |
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Primal instincts forced to emerge
Finding a taste for young human meat
Indigenous to the appalling
Dweller of the night
Unaware that it's abnormal
Overtaking with bare handas
Biting into veins
With sharpened teeth
Draining existence
Consuming innocence
Only ones to blame
Are those who were afraid
Force to live as an animal
Away from common man
Intensified eith time
Primal instincts forced to emerge
Finding a taste for young human meat
Indigenous to the appalling
Dweller of the night
2. Lustmord
This feeling won't leave me
I need to relieve thee
By maiming and hilling this bitch In total secrecy
From some dark place
In my soul comes a new Realm of depravity
Like a beast
I overcome her and utterly destroy her
For I must surrender
To my feelings of anger
Hurting her
Derived intense erotic pleasure
Playing inside brings a new high
A paradise from which I can't hide
This feeling won't leave me
I need to relieve thee
By maiming and hilling this bitch In total secrecy
She suffers beautifully
As I rip and cut her internally
I know she still loves me
She was my wife
3. Path Of The Weakening
Struggling up the hill
Stuck and trapped
Searching for a new life
Crossing unknown land
During winter
Unable to move
Until the spring
We'll die by then
The snow must melt
Trepidation starts
When the food runs out
The forlorn hope was formed
Elderly people sacrificed thenselves
To find help or become food
For the starving
Fot the young
They drew sticks to see who would
Get eaten first
And who would
Challenge the cold
To find help
A courageous art
As the others
Are they cried
The ultimate sacrifice
Has now begun
Staring death in the face
The paradise so longed for
Has imprisoned the illfated journey
In a frozen tomb
We'll die by then
The snow must melt
Trepidation starts
When the food runs out
Elderly people sacrificed thenselves
To find help or become food
For the starving
Fot the young
We'll die by then
The snow must melt
Trepidation starts
When the food runs out
4. Summarily Killed
Locked in a world conflict
A species very existence at stake
Forbidden to exit occupied territories
Force to dig their own graves
Machine gunning thousands
Killed in full fury
Horrifying revelations
Heaving like a living sea
The mass starvation
And pain in their eyes
Final solution
Systematic extermination
Of a made to believe inferior population
Scenes of anguish and terror
bassing vans, cremation chambers
Deformed experiments
Assembly lines of death
So called detention camps
Imminently became death traps
The healthy slave all day
While the weak whither away
Marches of murder
Killed in full fury
The mass starvation
And pain in their eyes
Burned into history
5. Sounds Of Loud Reigns
As I took at my friend he is weeping
Bullets striking condemned martyrs
Am I next
Blasting on a wrath of vengeance
Ready to kill everyone of us
I must scape
Sounds of loud reigns
Some collapse in the panic
The fear is overwhelming
To look in their eyes
Could bring forth certain demise
Scattered shots and screaming
The situation has gone on too long
The nightmare gets worse
Exploding bodies
Friends glaring
With morbid
Glares of death
Running down a hall
I hear footsteps
Following close behind
Am I next
I must scape
As I took at my friend he is weeping
Bullets striking condemned martyrs
Am I next
Blasting on a wrath of vengeance
Ready to kill everyone of us
I must scape
6. Execute The Anthropophagi
Arriving on a scene
Of ultimate atrocities
They can't believe
It's a cannibal army of fifty
Relief soon turned
To a feeling of madness
That family and friends
Has been butchered
By
A clan of Mutinous humans
Now shackled and chained
Take revenge for their savagery
Beaten, whipped, and stoned
While being dragged
Down the road
To execute the anthropophagi
The crowd hungry for their death
Strikes a terror
We see in their eyes
Blind then for torture
Bind then to the rack
Gorging
Out the innards
Let then
Bleed to death
But not too fast
Feel the pain you have caused us
On your last day suffering
The women watched their men's lives
Be diminished
Then perished by flame
In a cremating decay
The notorious legacy ends
7. I Die On My Own Terms
While free in society
I was other people's nightmare
I was their reaper
Frantic on a killing spree
I took twenty before finally caught
Always being in control
Thriving on the power over
Others
Now it's changed
The judge is the killer now
And i become the victim
He gives me death
But I have other plans
No other human
Will take my being
This body
Now I must flee
You won't have your satisfaction
My form of escape
Always successful
Which will it be
I die on my own terms
Swan dive off the sink
Hang myself with no clothes
With my sheets
My game I win
I die on my own terms
8. Sense Of The Diabolic
What plagues the brain
To drive a clever child
Into what we see
As a threat to society
Plucking his victims
From the veins of the city
An endless supply
Of new desires
Fill the craving for
A sense of the diabolic
The killers of killers
Slumped the mangled body
Up against a tree
Like a hunched over scarecrow
In a fetal position
During torture
Trussed up like a hog
In the blackness of the forest
Screamings unheard
Gagging on dirt
Packed deep into the lungs
Eyes branded, have no color
Cornesa engraved
Random incisions sliced deep
Through the muscle exposing bones
What plagues the brain
To drive a clever child
Into what we see
As a threat to society
Plucking his victims
From the veins of the city
An endless supply
Of new desires
Fill the craving for
A sense of the diabolic
During torture
Trussed up like a hog
In the blackness of the forest
Screamings unheard
The killers of killers
9. A Violent God
Behold a white horse
And he who set upon him
Was called faithful and true
And in righteousness he doth judge and make war
His eyes were as a flame of fire
And on his head were many crawns
And he had a name written
That no man knew but he himself
And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood
And the armies followed him upon white horses
Clothed in fine linen, white and clean
And out of this mouth goeth a sharp sword
That with it he should smite the nations
And he shall rule then with a rod of iron
And the remnant were slain
With the sword