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Aurora Black
« And the Skies Dream Infinite Sorrow »
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1 | Intro- Into The Woods Of Bleeding Trees 01:50
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| 2 | When The Boars Are Feasting 04:48
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| 3 | Dripping Limbs, Faces Of Torment 06:05
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| 4 | King Of Worms 03:29
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| 5 | Lake Of Organs 04:10
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| 6 | Decapitated Angel 05:07
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| 7 | Intro- In Endless Depression 00:50
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| 8 | And The Skies Dream Infinite Sorrow 07:16
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| 9 | The Waking Cold 03:58
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| 10 | The Last Hours Of Life 03:45
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| 11 | The Orchestra Of Grief 06:44
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| 12 | A Brief Moment Of Clarity 04:02
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| 13 | A Distant Spirit Weeps 04:37
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| 14 | Before The Sun Was Created 04:33
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| 15 | Concealed Behind Stone 06:25
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| 16 | Forever In Mourning 07:01
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| 17 | Outro- Seeds 00:31
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| | Total playing time: 75:11 |
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Adam Estrada - Guitar, Lead Vocals
Chris Baghdadlian - Lead Guitar
Phil Garcia - Bass
Nick Trujillo - Drums
Raffi Tchamanian - Keyboards |
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| 3. Dripping Limbs, Faces Of Torment
Hate and emptiness run through me
Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night
Our gift, our way to take life
The hunt is relentless
The moon exposes them, faces of agony
Emotions run wild, but my rage runs deeper than love
In this lonely moment, no one |
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Если американцы Bleeding Through на своем последнем альбоме добавили в металкор элементы блэка, то их соотечественники сделали наоборот, и украсили симфо/мелодик-блэк металкоровыми риффами. Местами это сочетание достигает таких масштабов, а грань между стилями размывается настолько, что начинаешь невольно задумываться о развитии такого жанра как Black Сore. Идейной тематикой альбома является мифология, подвиги героев, их борьба со страшными чудовищами. Лучше всего передать эти идеи музыкантам помогают неистовые риффы, сменяющиеся скоростными блэковыми гитарами, жесткая смесь гроула со скримом и, конечно же, атмосферные клавишные пассажи. Отдельно хотелось бы отметить барабанщика, для которого, кажется, не существует трудноисполнимых партий. В результате, альбом получился очень эпичным и в то же время напористым и суровым. Названия композиций довольно красноречивы и не нуждаются в раскрытии их смысла. Большим достоинством альбома я считаю то, что металкоровые риффы и брейкдауны не портят общей "героической" атмосферы, а скорее, наоборот, придают ей немалую долю агрессии и задора. Треки получились запоминающимися и хитовыми.
В итоге имеем качественный и профессиональный дебют. |
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And yet God watches at a distance
The wind chills the open wound
Curse thee for granting me pain
Resting in blood
This night is my battlefield
Each phase of pain passes quickly ‘til there is nothing left
‘Cause the hunt is relentless
The journey from life and the ending of time
This moment, no one is by your side
He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light
He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight
And no one to remember
Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten
Mother darkness, swallow them
For they now know the truth, the bringers of night
Our gift, our way to take life
The hunt is relentless, and my rage runs deeper than love
Hate and emptiness run through me
Moving in the shadows, the bringers of night
Our gift, our way to take life
The hunt is relentless
In this lonely moment, no one is by your side, and yet he watches
The wind chills the open wound
Curse thee for granting me pain
Resting in blood
This night is my battlefield
Each phase of pain passes quickly
I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth
If there’s a savior, we call on him
Hear our cries
The wind chills the open wound
Curse thee for granting me pain
Resting in blood
This night is my battlefield
Each phase of pain passes quickly ‘til there is nothing left
I look up to the sky as entrails fall on mother earth
If there’s a savior, we call on him
Hear our cries
The bringers of night
Our gift, our way to take life
The hunt is relentless
He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no light
He burns as the moon falls in the north, leaving no sight
And no one to remember
Disfigured, mangled, and tortured souls forgotten
Mother darkness, swallow them
4. King Of Worms
Deep below the soil lies man’s destiny
Every man is his own king, and the ground is his kingdom
Where do we go from here?
Will he show his face?
Where do we go from here when he’s deaf to our cries?
Deep below the soil lies man’s destiny
Every man is his own king, and the ground is his kingdom
The wind blows through trees, and the birds sing of the day
The lonely wolf watches the night
Life will continue
Slowly rotting, they eat your eyes, and they’ll eat your nose
Slowly rotting, will he show his face?
Only in silence, we can embrace
King of worms
King of worms
Deep below the soil, deep below the trees
Under the roots it dwells, man’s destiny
Deep below the soil, deep below the trees
Under the roots it dwells, man’s destiny
Slowly rotting, they eat your eyes, and they’ll eat your nose
Slowly rotting, will he show his face?
Only in silence, we can embrace
King of worms
King of worms
In complete silence, the night begins eternity
In complete silence, the night begins eternity
9. The Waking Cold
The morning lights cast on my face
The waking cold leaves me in pain
I begin my journey into this frozen world
Oh, lord is this my heaven?
I awake now lost in fog
Dark spirits embrace me
They speak the words of encouragement
It’s too cold, I’m numb
And I can’t go .. to the lights
It’s like a violent sea thrashing and drowning me
I cry out to God, “I can’t believe in you”
There is too much hate in his heart for me
I cry out to God, “I can’t believe in you”
There is too much hate in his heart for me
I…
The morning lights cast on my face
The waking cold leaves me in pain
I begin my journey into this frozen world
Oh, lord is this my heaven?
I rest my head upon earth
I hear its words wilted in misery
I cherish the old times
When we walked with gods and wondrous beasts
In the waking cold
I cry out to God, “I can’t believe in you”
There is too much hate in his heart for me
I cry out to God, “I can’t believe in you”
There is too much hate in his heart for me
I…
On this day, the old ghosts sit and gaze at me
And laugh at the hope of my mind
On this day, the old ghosts sit and gaze at me
And laugh at the hope of my mind
Mind…
I rest my head upon earth, wilted in misery
I cherish the old times
When we walked with gods and wondrous beasts
In the awaking of the cold