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1 | Decomposition of the Human Race 03:42
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| 2 | Somewhere in the Darkness 03:53
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| 3 | Rest in Pieces 03:08
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| 4 | Wormfood 03:45
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| 5 | 13 03:07
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| 6 | Shadow of the Reaper 03:39
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| 7 | Deathklaat 02:36
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| 8 | The Poison Hand 02:58
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| 9 | This Suicide 02:21
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| 10 | The Art of Headhunting 03:34
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| 11 | Stump 03:12
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| | Total playing time 35:55 |
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Chris Barnes - vocals
Steve Swanson - guitars
Terry Butler - bass
Greg Gall - drums |
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| 1. Decomposition Of The Human Race
the hopeless, the terrified
you're petrified, its time to die
i vomit in the face of the faithful
the mislead, the ignorant
the ones who are truly dangerous
decomposition of the human race
a warning from beyond the grave
out of the ashes
and into the f |
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Долго ждал я, пока кто-нибудь напишет о новом творении Криса под простым и незатейливым названием «13». И вот дождался. Смотрю, в этом альбоме гениальности не заметили, посчитали просто очень хорошей работой. Ну, у меня после прослушивания этого диска остались куда более положительные эмоции. Сразу хочется сказать насчет вокала, Крис стал петь в той манере, которую так любили его давние поклонники. А то на последнем творении его вокал мне напоминал хрипы старого деда-туберкулезника. Именно так, казалось, там кряхтит какой-то старичок. На «13» же мы слышим очень утробный и мощный рык. Что уже прибавляет очень большой плюс к этой работе.
В музыкальном плане прибавилось брутальности. А самое главное - хорошо добавилось самой музыки. Теперь каждая песня на диске стала достаточно «персонифицирована», т.е. имеет свою особую, оригинальную и неповторимую мелодию, что в наше тяжелое время большая редкость. Именно всё сделано на ярком музыкальном контрасте, поэтому по названию легко определить ту или иную композицию.
Все создано в лучших традициях американского дэта, но на удивление диск слушается очень свежо. Пожалуй, «13» - лучший альбом, который вышел в 2005 году и явил собой классический, выверенный и точный death metal.
Повторяю - очень и очень яркая работа. |
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Звёздный культ-проект Криса Барнса, певшего десять лет назад в Cannibal Corpse, произвёл на свет очередное детище - альбом под скромным названием "13". Вязкий (иногда тягучий) дэт метал с фирменным вокалом Криса, никаких особенных нововведений, разве что звук стал поплотнее, помощнее и, следовательно, потяжелее. Альбом достаточно короткий (35 минут), слушается на одном дыхании и очень ровный, так что после первого прослушивания может возникнуть желание слухануть его ещё разок. |
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the souless, the unworthy
the undead
now walk the walk the earth in pain
to devour
to massacre you
to overtake this world
the mislead
the ignorant
the ones who are truly dangerous
its time to die
decomposition of the human race
a warning from beyond the grave
out of the ashes
and into the fucking flames
the image of men betrays that which distinguishes him
from other animals
his ability to observe himself
the decay of modern society, leads to doom
turn back the clock
retreat
into the essance of life
but its too late for you now
its too late for you now
decomposition of the human race
a warning from beyond the grave
out of the ashes
and into the fucking flames
varicose the heart is now closed
eyes still open, but soon you'll decompose
and its a bottomless pit.
2. Somewhere In The Darkness
somewhere in the darkness, another dies
somewhere in the darkness, a child cries
somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain
somewhere in the darkness, it awaits
somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave
somewhere in the darkness, evil
somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed
somewhere in the darkmess, the dead awake
from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed
somewhere in the darkness, is the afterlife
somewhere in the darkness, someone holds a knife
somewhere in the darkness, the devil
somewhere in the darkness, evil
from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed
somewhere in the darkness, another dies
somewhere in the darkness, a child cries
somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain
somewhere in the darkness, it awaits
somewhere in the darkness, an empty grave
somewhere in the darkness, evil
somewhere in the darkness, the winds have changed
somewhere in the darkmess, the dead awake
from the grave
a spirits curse
the demonseed
is now unearthed
the demonseed is now unearthed
3. Rest In Pieces
the hearse awaits to drive you to hell
the coffin opens, you're dead on the table
i prepare the pieces for burial
brain removed as i stick in the needle
to drain out the pus, blood, and bile
one eyeball missing, 6 teeth and four limbs
rope was used as the method to strangle
rats have eaten part of the genitals
oh my god not another dead body
the cadaver is cut up and cut up again
gutted and split up in two
to ferment in the grave
thrown six feet down one piece at a time
for the insects to find
rest in pieces
in the grave you're bleeding
rest in pieces
in the tomb of the mutilated
the hearse awaits to drive you to hell
the coffin opens you're dead on the table
i prepare the pieces for burial
brain removed as i stick in the needle
the bloody bodies have been probed and cut
a severed head hangs on a hook
cockroaches and ants invade the torso
everything below the waist has been cooked
res in pieces
in the grave you're bleeding
rest in pieces
in the tomb of the mutilated
4. Wormfood
the sweet smell of the slow decayed
another victim of the fucking grave
the cold dirt is your last place to rest
down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
another rotted another forgotten
take another step and you just might fall in
the cold grave is your last place to rest
down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
eyes roll back in your face
blood drips down your skin
when it comes to death
the grave always wins
the cold dirt is your last place to rest
a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin
black pus from your skin and veins
another victim of the fucking grave
the cold dirt is your last place to rest
a funeral meal for the worms in the coffin
eyes roll back in your face
blood drips down your skin
when it comes to death
the grave always wins
there are worms feeding on the carcass
rotted and moldering and bones are exposed
parasitic breakdown of the human form
in the grave we are reborn
there are worms feeding on the carcass
rotted and moldering bones are exposed
parasitic breakdown of the human form
in the grave we are reborn
the sweet smell of the slow decayed
another victim of the fucking grave
the cold dirt is your last place to rest
down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
another rotted another forgotten
take another step and you just might fall in
the cold grave is your last place to rest
down in a hole stiff with rigormortis
5. 13
thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen dead that will awake
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen peices of my mind
thirteen peices of my mind
thirteen bullets in your side
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen stab wounds to your head
thirteen dead and thirteen rotten
and now that old wounds have clotted
the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing you feel
thirteen rot over ten years decayed
thirteen bodies will be left unburied
the terror that you felt,
will be the last thing that you feel
thirteen broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born
dying slowly, closer, closer
thirteen pieces of my mind
thirteen rot over ten years decayed
thirteen bodies will be left unburied
thirteen dead that will awake
thirteen pieces of your fate
thirteen bullets in your side
thirteen stab wounds to your head
thirteen broken scabbed and torn
thirteen victims not yet born
6. Shadow of The Reaper
the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
entombs the lifeless
the darkest black is cast
the shadow of the reaper, will take its hand
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you
in the cemetery
you have been left unburied
the vultures pick at your eyes
the cold grasp, a blood hand
the skeleton it cracks
and its twitching
inside of your body
the brain retreats
the heart beats no longer
in denial
life no longer there
to comfort
to invigorate
to betray you
the rotten now await you
meet the devils keeper
in the shadow of the reaper
the rotten now await you
to invade you
the shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead
entombs the lifeless
the darkest black is cast
the shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand
the shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you
in the cemetary
you have been left unburied
the vultures pick at your eyes
7. Deathklaat
I'm going straight to hell
to burn in flames with the devil
fuck the Church and that Christian shit
my tombstone's carved with a seix six 6
i don't care about the lies that you preach
alive to live, not to believe
in a god that i cannot see
after death
enter life
in the grave
to never wake
after death
enter life
in the grave
into the dark
as flesh turns and rots
the blood in my veins doth clot
ill be smiling as i decompose
as the rats eat my skin and bone
no escape when death comes to call
inside my skull maggots still crawl
from the coffin your world looks so small
the reaper awaits us all
this is the deathklaat
after death
enter life
in the grave
into the dark
8. The Poison Hand
deadly to you
you'll just fade away
nothing left in your head
this is the touch of death
deadly to you
you'll just fade away
nothing left in your head
this is the touch of death
you're just fadin' away
to the grave
theres's no savin' you now
deadly to you
you'll just fade away
nothing left in your head
this is the touch of death
9. This Suicide
I take chances thinking of death
I really just wish for it
if it came today id kneel down and ask
would you take my sooul
away?
Take it away, would you takr my soul?
Take it away...
it comes down to this simple fact
life's not worth living when it seems like the end
it seems like the end every day
it seems like the end and i don't want to pray
for forgiveness or for strength
just gonna end this miserable life
it comes down to this simple fact
life's not worth living when it seems like the end
this suicide inside
this suicide
this suicide inside
this suicide
suicide inside
this suicide
this suicide inside
this
suicide
your intervening it made me beleive
that i'm alive i'm not better off dead
i'll take my chances
i'm gonna live
and turn the gun on you instead
10. The Art Of Headhunting
chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter
of the
cannibal tribe
the art of headhunting
hack, hack, hack
the sound of the axe
bone-splitting force
separates head from neck
run for your life, run for your life
spine splits in half as your neck bone now cracks
meat to rot
from the corpse
maggots feed
as you decompose
i feed on those maggots and feed on your soul
the art of headhunting
chop, chop, chop
off comes the head
i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand
run for your life, run for your life
headhunter
of the
cannibal tribe
i feed on those maggots and feed on your soul
11. Stump
the knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped
htrough
your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
it now engulfs you, the terror it builds too the fear
of your own death,
a putrid dismemberment
pools of blood drip from your carcass
open wounds cleaned with your piss
in feces i drown you choke on the filth of you
your skin is smeared with shit the knife cuts into it
your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting
the fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment
pools of blood drip from your carcass
open wounds cleaned with your piss
see the knife
cut your flesh
still alive
but decapitated
headless stump
buried deep
severed legs and arms
and pulled out teeth
fingers cut off
and toes too
left in water electrocute
from eye sockets blood does shoot
gangrene is fed to you
The nightmares have come true, a violent death is upon
you
the pigs will never find you
ill scatter the pieces of you
flesh and skin is removed
everybone, every bone in your body is smashed.