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Lead Weight
For Thine Is The Kingdome
Style: Death Metal. Year: 1999

TRACKLIST:


1. Intro
2. Miserere (Instr.)
3. Enemy
4. Exorcist (Instr.)
5. Helltown
6. Thanatopsis (Instr.)
7. For Thine Is The Kingdome
8. War
9. Eyes Of Abbadon (Instr.)
10.Wizzard (Instr.)
11.Back In Black (AC/DC cover)
Record Label: Grom Sound Base (Kazakhstan)


MUSICA REVIEWS:
 
  19.01.2002:

I don’t believe to hear such kind of music from these Kazakhstan guys
 

Most progressive death-metal. I don’t believe to hear such kind of music from these Kazakhstan guys. Looks like them created something new in the world of heavy metal. End Zone musicians tried to represent something similar, but then they have deserted the experiments. And Lead Weight had to connect melodies and aggression of death-metal with difficult structures and rhythms breaks of progressive-metal. Sometimes it seems, that Dream Theater musicians plays. But they decreased guitars adjustment, removed keyboards and have changed the voice. Actually there are a lot of various stuffs from the most various styles. In some way, it is possible to consider this album like instrumental. More than half of compositions are without vocal. In compositions, where this one is present, it’s a minimum. The musicians as though expose for show skills to play instruments. But it is pardonable, cause guys really have to show something. Instrumental technic is on a very high level. An original and unique material. What a beginning? - tremendous symphonic introduction! The quality of record at a decent level, but could be a little bit better, more verified. And as a whole - very and very good. I recommend it to all.


LYRICA:


"THANATOPSIS"
by Yermola.

My soul
Will fall
To the dark
Of night

My bones
Will licked
By worms

My will
Will raise
To the heaven
Desired

My fire
Will blown
Away

My faith
Will break
By the endless pain

My hate
Will disappear

My eyes
Will shine
Laying in a dirt

My heart
Will beat
In a grave




"For Thine Is The Kingdome... ..."
by Yermola.

We are hollow men
We are just stuffed men.
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Quiet & meaningless as wind in dry grass,
Rat's feet over the glass.

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes to death's kingdom
Not as lost violent souls
Eyes I dare not meet
In death's dream kingdom meet
In the twilight around.

Refrain:

I dare meet in dead land
The stone images are raised
Dead man's hand
And twinkle of fading star light

Just let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat
Crossed staves – not final meeting.

Shape without form &
Shade without color,
Even Abstract Entities
Crawls between dry ribs
Metaphysics warm – saw the skull under skin.

"I am Lazarus I come from dead to tell you
overhelming question now."
Would it have been worth?
What I meant at all – and how should I begin?

Refrain:

This last of meeting places
We grope together now
Avoid speech
On this beach – of tumid real.

Sightless unless eyes reappear
As multifoliate rose
Of twilight
The hope only – For Thine is the Kingdom…

We are hollow men
We are just stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Quiet & meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Rat's feet over the glass.

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes to death's kingdom
Not as lost violent souls
Eyes I dare not meet
In death's dream kingdom meet
In the twilight around.

Refrain:

I dare meet in dead land
The stone images are raised
Dead man's hand
And twinkle of fading star light

Just let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat
Crossed staves – not final meeting.




"ВОЙНА"
Lyrics by Surgeon.

"Солдаты !
Я освобождаю вас от такой химеры
как совесть... ..."

Новый оборотень встал на тропу войны
Толпы народа идут за ним
Толпы народа кричат "Зиг Хайль"
Толпы народа рушат рай.

Война, война,
Битва за власть
Крик победителей
Смерти урожай

Рейхстаг разрушен
Оборотень сожжен
Флаг победы
Над Рейхстагом водружен

Но стая недобитых псов
Оскалив зубы ждет
Когда же новый Фюрер
Их в бой поведет

Война, война,
Битва за власть
Крик победителей
Смерти урожай

Новый Фюрер.......

Поднимет красный флаг
И скажет Вперед !
И будет новый крестовый поход
И будет литься кровь
И слышен плач детей
Потерявших в войне
Своих матерей
Своих матерей

Война, война,
Битва за власть
Крик победителей
Смерти урожай




"ВРАГ"
Lyrics by Surgeon.

Ты устал от унижений и драк,
Над тобой издевается враг
Ты устал от телефонных звонков
Ты устал от кошмарных снов.

Ты возьми большой топор
Хирургический стол приготовь
Белой скатертью его накрой
Поплотней за собой дверь прикрой

Ты обманом замани врага
Напои его допьяна
Посильнее его свяжи
Приготовь большие ножи

А когда протрезвеет враг,
Расскажи ему о боли драк,
Расскажи о кошмарных снах
Посильнее ударь его в пах!

Перед жертвоприношеньем своим,
Отпусти ему все грехи,
Вслух молитву произнеси,
Оккуратно живот вспори.

Мозг сырым кажется вкусней,
Сердце сокращается в ладошке твоей,
Теплые кишки медленно жуя,
Вырви глаза на память для себя

В землю закопай,
Останки врага
Делай так со всеми
Делайтак всегда.

Избавь свой мир
От грязи и дерьма
Убей своего врага!
Убей своего врага!




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