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Evoken
« Antithesis of Light »
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1 | Intro 00:49
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| 2 | In Solitary Ruin 10:44
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| 3 | Accursed Premonition 12:33
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| 4 | The Mournful Refusal 13:30
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| 5 | Pavor Nocturnus 10:46
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| 6 | Antithesis of Light 12:16
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| 7 | The Last of Vitality 10:58
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| | Total playing time: 71:36 |
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John Paradiso - vocals, guitars, bass
Nick Orlando - guitars
Denny Hahn - keyboards
Vince Verkay - drums
Guest musicians:
Chris Kuffner - cello |
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Mercenary Musik / Avantgarde
February 28th, 2005
Released as AV 084
Produced by Evoken and Bumblefoot
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Bumblefoot at the Hermit Hole - Kendall Park, NJ
from March '04 to November '04.
Layout by Troll at Elegy Records
John Paradiso - Vocals/Guitars/Bass
Nick Orlando - Guitars
Vince Verkay - Drums
Denny Hahn - Keyboards
Session Cello by Chris Kuffner
Album cover is a manipulated Zdzislaw Beksiсski drawing. |
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| In Solitary Ruin
White noise
Then darkness
The awful darkness...
Rites of burial are spoken
Before the last descent
Down...beneath the realm of the living,
Deadened eyes
Extinguished dreams
Muffled sounds
As the coffin's lid
Is slowly nailed shut.
White noise
then darkness
The bur |
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Новая работа культовых американцев. Что ж...ребята не подкачали - альбом очень хорош. Evoken как всегда соединили в себе самые лучшие черты от других фьюнерал команд, и при этом всё звучит очень самобытно и оригинально. Естественно, всё очень мрачно и депрессивно, хотя скорости отнюдь не ультрамедленные. В отличие от финских отморозков, берущих в основном ну очень медленными и немного однообразными мелодиями, здесь делается ставка именно на разнообразие и изобретательность. Очень много нестандартных ходов: куча сэмплов, куча ударных фишек, куча экспериментов с ритмом, с вокалом... Если сравнивать с другими группами, то больше всего музыка Evoken похожа на ранний Esoteric, разбавленный Hierophant(что естественно, ибо послденее - проект участника Evoken). В общем, приговор: гениальный альбом! Если бы вышел на десять лет раньше - не раздумывая поставил бы десятку. |
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Lifted
Free from this dreadful "gift"
Life
The long sleep of withering upon you at last...
Welcome to eternity
Accursed Premonition
Stone pillars crumble at the feet of iconoclasts
Accursed omen of the coming extinction
Dust billows above, blotting out the last arcs of sunlight
Shadows negate all; windswept death descends
A thousand nights of plagued slumber to come
That we may transcend all pain into the darkest depths of unreality
The great destruction lies in wait; visions have prophesized
What shall stir from the burning rubble
The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...
Those who scored the eyes of the sacrosanct
Afflicted with eternal tribulation and raging pestilence
Feel death approaching-already devouring their very will
As the fall before the sound of the dying knell
Oh, what great beast shall stir from the rubble?
The eons beyond sleep in darkness visible...
The Mournful Refusal
Alone, rational thoughts submerged by the fear
Dark, only faint visions of the cruelty appear
In sporadic tone, the composition of beauty turned grim and cold...
Once again, I must face the horrors of regret
Antiquity arrives before it is welcomed
Only to leave behind an empty shell of dilirium.
Waiting only prolongs the wanting
Living only prolongs the arriving
Death knows no regret of a mournful refusal
In sporadic tones the compositions of beauty turned grim and cold...
Pavor Nocturnus
Thoughts migrate nowhere, sullen birds of prey
Swallowed by jet black dreams of death in foul slumber
A world beyond affliction;
When the calling lulls us into our infinite beds
And the droning pulse of nihilism mocks us
From across lightless fissures of consciousness.
Writhing...Burning
Alive only to host the Stygian torment
Pitied we are
When deep sleep falls upon mankind.
Hopeless we fall
Into the fathomless depths of this virulent dream.
And from the haunted arms of Morpheus,
We arise to a different despair.
Antithesis Of Light
Eternity has no bottom
It is the breath of a dying sun
Exhaling its icy last gasp
Above the pillars of the dark corruption.
Hanging low in the vast nothingness,
Symbol of destiny – mirror of the ages
Eternity is an illusion
Burning quickly away into molecular shadow
There is no measure of it; it's depth in endless
It is in the eyes of all who see.
Elusive, the antithesis of light devours life
And eventually, eternity shall endure
When all else has fallen to myth;
And no dream is left to believe.
Eternity is dust – a churning sea of pale dementia
Burying, reaping beneath the ashen shroud of heaven.
Desolate father of all time
Awaits the final breath...and stands a lonely vigil
To greet you in the inevitable darkness once again.
The Last Of Vitality
I watched...
From mountains of spirit,
Where gods claim the universe.
I watched...
As life lingered in sordid desperation.
My hidden, true form
Became a mask of solitude
A prodigal reflection
Of human depreciation
Utter isolation approaching nirvana.
Beckoning me to my womb...
Back to the earth
The end arrives peacefully – with silent finality
So swift, across cons
Not even legend remained.
Streams of pain descend
Like purifying waters
In this hideous bliss – I taste the last of vitality