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Это один из тех альбомов, определить стилистическую принадлежность которых крайне затруднительно. Здесь можно услышать практически ВСЁ: от тру-блэка до техно. Абсолютно все стили металла, готика, неоклассика... Разве только рэпа нет. К счастью. И все же основой музыки является black-metal, достаточно жесткий и в то же время мелодичный. Несмотря на такое внушительное стилистическое разнообразие, альбом не вызывает впечатления "сборной солянки", музыкантам хватило композиторского мастерства для того, чтобы сделать свое творение гармоничным. Сложные, но увлекательные мелодии отлично ложатся на слух, а мрачно-возвышенная атмосфера альбома проникает в самые потаенные закоулки души. К профессионализму музыкантов претензий нет: своим делом они занимаются с умом и не без энтузиазма. Множество неожиданных ходов, смен ритма, сбивок, делают музыку достаточно сложной, но ничуть не утомляющей. Гитара, правда, несколько разочаровала своей безыскусностью, зато чарующие клавиши и выразительный скриминг это вполне компенсируют. Неплохого качества запись позволяет оценить работу по достоинству, поскольку все симфонические моменты звучат очень сбалансированно, при этом отлично сочетаясь с агрессивно-подавляющим блэком и думом. Ощутить в полной мере депрессивную атмосферу альбома помогают далеко не самые жизнерадостные тексты, которые вы сможете найти в скромном буклете. Вообще же это, судя по всему, тот альбом, красота которого раскрывается не сразу, а после 4-5 прослушиваний. Отличная музыка для вдумчивых меломанов, которые не пожалеют времени, чтобы открыть для себя таинственный мир, созданный группой на этом диске. (Диск предоставлен компанией CD-Maximum) |
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Hurting myself to reach hallucinations
Kept to this world by tenuous strings
The monstrous idea of hope ejaculates moribund cocoons
I eat the flesh of my flesh, transfiguration of horros
Absolution of horrors...
To come
Slowly un-citing the motion profane to all
Waste my entrails and see he mistakes of time
Ghastly inertia
Primer complexio
Acts that remembered in
The morning are futile
Chaos subjugates all memories (all is now)
In my fall I will drag you all
Now I vomit ideas stuck in my lungs
Words are but larvaes devouring my throat
Hideous vaginal repulsion of consciousness
Locking the industrial edge of principles
Another Senseless Night
Another senseless night
Following ice and ice
Trying to lose lucidity
To preserve the little life left within me
I, the wanderer among all places forbidden
A pilgrim born from the pits of humanity
Yet something has risen from the shapeless multitude
I see the light but so many faith are built upon treachery
To become a whore amidst the highest
Sublimate by boreness: apostles of the night
High speed away backward
Cocaine Champagne and pain
Another church of the soulless
Another sanctuary for the envious
Here I dare like a puppet
But the truth is I pull your strings
God among pantomimes
You'd sell your soul for one night of mine
Gloomy after in the penthouse
Crying and marble
Bukkake is the face of the child
Someone bleeds in the pool
Someone pulls in my blood
So, this is it finally?
Where shapes and sounds get lost?
The luxurious side of the void
Take my wrist for my nose won't take more
Such pain in my wake
Byt my eyes see now
Nothing matters
Going ever lower and lower
No but a pale shadow wandering
Till the last string is cut
And the last line is said
Shredding my place to eternity
Revocation
Pigs need masters need pigs
To follow they believe is going forward
Hear me now as I bring you hope
I will destroy your future
Erasing words that built up nations
And pigs still proud of the past
Build yourself with blood and dust
The hourglass is waiting and needs your time
I despair the horrors of horrors – birth
Abomination above all others – birth
The hourglass is waiting
Dead inside
Principles above all men divided
Sickness infecting the lunar frailty
And stars sink in patterns logic
Undivine my sights
Blind my faith
Perverse angel, learn me the elusive discipline of torment
Rest – lies in the bands of Death
Hell's strange crest
Life's opulent ordeal
Reverse the silent ones
Revocation
Dead inside
Views of inferior dwellings
Minds saturated with guilt
Narcotic narcissistic
Laminaries among the blind
Reject Inject Loaded
Between chaos and harmony
Between birth and genocide
Between them and me
"I" am nowhere
Please let me be somewhere
Please let me be someone
Let me be somewhere
Here, nothing remains
I am the nameless shadow
Searching for his soul
Bring me light, give me your night
Lead me, it must be something
Bring me light, give me your night
Lead me, there must be a meaning
I want to live, I want to die
I just want to be at your side
But the symphony ends always to early
Without a single sigh
My skin is so alone
My body is useless
I am not, I no longer exist
Nothing is yours, nothing is mine
You're the substance who create names
But will you understand
That here, you are pure weakness?
I am not, I'm no longer there
Bring me light, give me your night
Lead me, it must be something
Bring me light, give me your night
Lead me, there must be a meaning
I want to live, I want to die
I just want to be at your side
But the symphony ends always to early
Without a single sigh
(Let me drift away)
please let me be somewhere / someone
I used to dream that I had a life
My blood is cold, cold as yours
My heart is a void, full of winds
Suffering, senseless
My veins are empty, waiting for you
Pleasure, senseless
I reject their fake paradise
Give me hell!
I belong to you
Let me see the colours of reality
Reject / inject / loaded
Let me be somewhere
Here, nothing remains
I am the nameless shadow
Searching for his soul
I fall, I feel
Surrounded by a deep black hole I start to see
This hole of knowledge
Carries me away
I fall, I feel
Hail to you, mighty goddess
Come to me, come in me
At last...
I don't dream anymore
I fly over, over their life
You are true within me
Suffering as vector I am real within you
Pleasure, as guide
Now I live, now I die
I'll be forever at your side
The symphony starts
As we drown in ecstasy
EndoLapsus
Within the boundless void of the I
Through the filters of endless writings
I slide, oppressively drifting
Yet alone, I feel divided
Incurable...
This pulse...
Is this the blood of a tyrant?
Or maybe a prophet's?
Is this vital poison the lymph of a worm?
The fathomless crappy hole of consciousness, I design
Like anal introspection, falling inwards
A regression to existence's upheaval, I cut
The slice of dereliction, tumbling backwards
Lost?
Within myself?
This is an actor's debt to reality...
Offering promises of heavens
While hell's rotten tongues are still licking my mask
Falling inside, in vain, seeking with fear
The warm empty darkness of eternal slumber