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 Сей нечестивый акт был сформирован в феврале 2005-го года, когда сошлись две творческие личности: Morgoth (получивший какое-то признание в подполье благодаря своему "единоличному" проекту Morn Tawar) и Fjalar (позже взявший псевдоним Pestilenz; основатель Wurzelraft). Бородатый Фьялар в новоявленной формации взял на себя вокал и лирику, а "Черный Враг" – инструменты и сочинение композиций. Результат кооперации, дебютный альбом ("Die Stimme des Blutes"), не заставил себя долго ждать и увидел свет в конце лета того же года. Это была любопытная блэковая работа, изрядно приправленная германской мифологией и, соответственно, языческими вкраплениями. Однако уже через год парни решили вычеркнуть из своей музыки все элементы пэгана, претворив в жизнь мрачнейший, ядовитый и по-настоящему тяжеловесный материал – "No Solution for Your Life...". Тематика текстов по вполне понятным причинам также сместилась на чисто антирелигиозную философию (что очевидно уже из названий треков вроде "Execution of Jesus Christ" и "Piss on Christianity"…). Выданный альбом преисполнен дремучей атмосферой лютой ненависти и некой отчужденности (но, следует заметить, подобное настроение держится не всю пластинку), что было осуществлено густым, звонким гитарным дисторшеном, зычным скримингом Фьялара и занимательными мелодическими ходами. Из общего контекста сильнее всего выделяется седьмая композиция, эпическая "The Prophecy", реализованная в какой-то симфонической манере – лишь исполненные пафоса неведомые оркестровые инструменты да раскатистые ударные, и никаких гитар. Именно после этого трека пластинка внезапно лишается всего своего глума и обретает претенциозные, возвышенные черты – скорости резко снижаются, а риффы начинают вырисовать сумрачные и одновременно торжественные узоры мелодий, сдобренные редкими партиями клавишных (редкими, да исключительно удачными). В завершении отмечу на удивление добросовестную запись – по андерграундным меркам качество, почитай, просто безупречное. Звук, конечно, сыроват, но необычайно ярок, красочен и потрясающе глубок. Каково будет резюме, думаю, догадаться нетрудно, потому и не буду расписывать, ограничившись банальностью: ценителям жанра ознакомиться с "No Solution for Your Life..." определенно стоит; отменная работа, созданная талантливыми музыкантами. |
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Do you hear my prayer?
War defines us
War heals us
Hail the war
Let us fight against the enemy
Hail the war
Go out and die
Search and Destroy
Search and Destroy
No hope
No life
Just war
And devastation
3. No Solution for Your Life
Sorrow and pain
Tortue and isolation
You are lost in this fucking world
You are not able to integrate yourself
They hate you
You hate them
The crowd won't understand you
Come on suicidebaby
Get it on!
Slit your wrist
Let's listen together to the flutes of hell
I hold your bloody hand and make your wounds deeper
Do you want to listen to the sound of death?
CUT!!! CUT!!!
cut your arms
CUT!!! CUT!!!
cut your flesh
CUT!!! CUT!!!
cut your arms
cut your flesh
Let's go!
All emotions in you are gone
Prisoned in your feeble body
You can't escape
You seek sympathy in the crowd
and they only offer you mock and contempt
Hate controls you and your life
Despaired you look for a solution
Lifeless - meaningless
Nobody wants to see you...
Nobody wants to hear you...
Break your neck,
kill yourself,
break your neck...
Break your neck,
kill yourself,
break your neck...
Come on, Baby
break your neck
and die bastard!!!
Commit suicide and die bastard!
No solution for your life...
... just suicide
4. Execution of Jesus Christ
Rotting darkness - stinking plague
A time of hate and war
We build the throne of evil
We are death and decay for humanity
This is the execution of jesus fucking christ
The smell of death rises
The wind carries the invisible poision straight to heaven
Falling angels...
A last scream of yehova
A last scream of the holy father
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die ...
The fullmoon shines in deep dark night,
jesus carry your cross of doom to the black mountains
nail him to the cross!
let's fucking die!!!
impale him with anger!
Smash his chest with your raging sword
... give us your blood son of a whore
Rotting darkness
Stinking plague
A time of hate and war
We are the hordes of a sickening art
5. The Horned
Overwhelming shadows all over the world
Trembling ground
Splitting soil
Fire and demons are creeping out of the earth
The sky cries hordes of dead angels
Heaven in Flames...
Infernal bestialities are chasing through the night
Lucifer's kingdom approaches
Oh horned perversion hear my call
Mighty majesty raise your horns to the sky
Rule the earth
We are the black hordes of Satan
Sacrifice the lamb
Black blood is running in our veins
No cross
No fucking god
Inri won't help you out of this hell
Hail Satan
Hail Lucifer Infestus
Worship him!
6. Piss on Christianity
Piss on Christianity,
Hail the mighty Antichrist,
Piss on Christianity,
Smash the holy God,
Piss on Christianity,
Hail the mighty Antichrist,
Piss on Christianity,
United Against the Cross!
Nasty whores are licking you
Until the sin drives you into hell
Wet blood-sweaty hellsluts suck your cock
Until even God ejaculates and dethrones himself from heaven
Oh Son of God - Thou shall burn in eternal fire
The perversion shall seduce you
Bloodgreedy creatures suck your cock
The greed shall destroy you, the might shall dazzle you
As in heaven as on earth
In harmony of hell you will reborn
I am the real Antichrist
I curse you and your servants
Your churches and your priests
I look at the feeble hordes
They lick your feet just like primitive insects
The bloody corpse of Jesus Christ
Full of decay and worms
Poor sick pig nailed to the cross
Blood is runnning down on your head
The churches shall burn
The stakes shall be set up again
Then your silly blindfolded people
Will come to you in eternity
And lick your bloody wounds
Suffocating to your maggots
Piss on Christianity,
Hail the mighty Antichrist,
Piss on Christianity,
Smash the holy God,
Piss on Christianity,
Hail the mighty Antichrist,
Piss on Christianity,
United Against the Cross!
FUCK OFF...
7. The Prophecy
[Instrumental]
8. Holocaust of Winter
a dying light in the dust of decayed bodies
merges through the gray curtain, which darkens the atmoshpere
the wind carries the damned souls over the land
winter will come...
victims of eternal winter
victims of the white holocaust
this is mankind's suicide and the revenge of the demons of nature
oh raging storm of death
destroy the world
this is the end of all life
the white snow is soaked with the blood of the fearful und the dying
and freezes to a red monument for the human race
no life
no hope
here is where life comes to an end
and the breath of evil will reign the world
humand scum destroyed this world
and now the world will destroy the human race
holocaust of winter
dead human race
holocaust of winter
the fullmoon descends
holocaust of winter
and eternal darkness begins
9. At the Grave of My Existence
At the grave of my existence
As I once was spawned into this world
A strange feeling overwhelmed me
I felt like in a dungeon of isolation and banishing
But I didn't know if this feeling arose from within myself
or if i was too much of a foreigner to this world
Wasn't I like them?
Confused I gazed down into the abyss of my soul,
and found but darnkess and wrath
No joy - no Happiness
Pure abhorrence cast its spell upon me
That lead me through my life now.
Hate took hold of my body and thrilled me with the pure essence of black.
On my endless search for light, I realized: I am forgotten and forsaken.
Cast out from this canting world of glass.
So I walked my predestinated path ransacked the memories of my life.
Would it have been good anyway?
Suicide...
10. Sometimes in the Night
Sometimes in the night...
when I lay my eyes upon the stars
a feeling of pure hypocrisy overwhelms me
it feels like a hypnosis of black magic and satanic romanticism
which drags me into the deep dark worlds
and whows me the endless sky
time passes like a grain of sand in the sea
and I see my life fading slowly
until the last breath kills this feeling...
Slowly breathing my view is filled with panic..
But breathing hurts so much
until I find myself unconscious on the soil of reality
Sometimes in the night...
when I lay my eyes upon the stars
and pure cold freezes my stare body
a contact to an indescribable dark power begins
the power of cosmic origin
which forms and defines life
a power which drives me to total isolation
until the last breath returns
and someday when my views will be staring again
at the mystic powers of the cosmos
it will be the last day I am alive
11. The Last Breath
[Outro]