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Загадка: начинается с мягких романтических клавиш и переходит в жесткое рубилово. Что это? У каждого найдется свой ответ, а по мне, так это последний (до реюниона в 2002-ом) альбом проектa членов греческих блэк-коллективов Rotting Christ и Necromantia. На дружественных сайтах стиль команды позиционируется как блэк-метал, однако от блэка здесь лишь атмосфера богохульства, тёмных тайн, кровавых клятв и скримовый вокал. По музыке же это в основном трэш в духе Креатора и, пожалуй, ранней Сепультуры. Есть еще вещица "Experimental Magic", наводящая на мысли о Darkthrone, и бонус трэк "In Blood We Trust", отголосок раннего евро-дэта и самого первого продукта Фенриза и Ко. Есть еще печальная (если не сказать депрессивная) "He, Whom The Gods Hath Feared", с беспрестанно повторяющейся главной мелодией, доставшая меня до смерти. Благо что короткая! Причем она дает понять, что те 10 секунд романтики в начале альбома (которые сюда, казалось бы, никаким боком не подходящие) мне не послышались! А в остальном – отлично записанный хороший злобный трэш со скримингом. Лучший трэк – "Societas Sathanas". |
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The breed of the Ancients will reign in hate
Come now and swear with your heart's blackest flame
for the reason the loyt lands we want to reclaim
When chaos is blasted on earth
no grace will be given to anyone's birth
Rejoice is absolute death, the rivers run red
Let the unholiest spells from our mouth will be spelled
2. Experimental Magic
Incarnations in the voice of a child
Spells brewed in wizened fingertips
Eyes implode and guts fountain,
cranial terror of the invader
Twelve disciples erupt in flames
The thirty air consumes the ashes
Unleash predators avenging shadows
pursued by barbaric serenades
Experimental magick
Blood of a new Christ
Whirring in isolation
vowing revengre on the cosmos
The moon commands the creation
hatched under a lunar bane
charged with universal melancholy
Protozoic words slither from lips
A new product of Sodom
greeting from the torture
fed upon a graveyard erotica
It's the eve of dead souls
3. Moonscar
All the devils are reborn
dancing with burning children
Fornicate with demonolators
Hellbound by ghosts in flames
The shambling stars cry vengeance
The cries of beasts unnature
Velvet holes appear and close
Havoc rises unboundly
Moonscars, icicles of blood
Feasting on pumping
Flesh, moonscars,
Moonscars, icicles of blood
All infant offal magus
firing the lunar throne
punishing in desolate lands
greeting in the fortune garden
As necromances weave the invocation
thunder lights the cavelands
An amorphous beast of slavering offal
howls in the eye of the storm
4. Wardance Of The Empress
With 9 veils amde of dragon's blood
weaved (from) the witches of Sagoth
Drapped is the queen of darkness
the empress of the moonclad tribes
Within Enochian spiritforms
she speaks the serpent words
"The time came round you faithful ones
(to) be my fiery blade (and) do my will"
The flute now sings the hateful tunes
The skulldrum gives the ritual rhythm
The empress in a crimson trance
begins the steps of the wardance
With each veil transformed into soil
black angels ride forth from Hades
(to drown the world in blood and tears)
as the spell of the nineth veil
completes the warlust circle
5. Societas Satanas
Wolfen heart
Ruthless sight
Iron will
Blood, honour, loyalty!
Of noble breed
Odin's blessed
Satan's sons
The chosen ones
Magic runes
light our path
Ancient ways
inspire our wrath
What is last
will be regained
Our souls burn
like dragon's breath
Societas Satanas
I remember the days
when in our sacred shrive
we exchanged vows of loyalty
and oath of blood
The castle walls were trembling from our shouts
and the gods of the old ways were watching us with pride
We will not betray our vows
When time will come we'll rise again!
We saw the signs
We heard the call
we saw the ravens
caw for war
The rites of Galar
clear our minds
The Volva's spells
strengthen our hearts
The glory days
will come again
We stand as one
We die as one
Like black wolves
we'll sweep the lands
and the black sun
will shine again
Societas Satanas
Blood and honour
Societas Satanas
War and triumph
He, whom the gods hath feared
Thee I invoke, the bornless one
Thee that didst crate the earth and the heavens
Thee that didst create the night and the day
Thee that didst create the darkness and the light
Thou art lord, whom no man hath seen at any time
Thou hast distinguished between the just and the unjust
Thou didst make he female and the male
Thou didst produce the seeds and the fruit
Thou didst from men to love one another and to hate one another...
Thou art the manifestor unto the light...
6. In Blood We Trust
Cold winds and burning tears
Blood signs the epitaph
Rejoicing in unholiness
when life ends in great pain
Bleeding in the fields of war
tasting cold acrid blood
Cruel path of warriors
of all delights and sorrows
Blood is the life
In blood we trust
In blood we trust
Crawling embraced with pain
Entrance to eternal oath
Black is the light that brightens
the last reflection of my existance