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"Ceremony Of Opposites"
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Style: Black Metal.
Year: 1994 |
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Votes: 2
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Nomad242 (18.08.2008 12:20:46) |  |
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Уже одни только Black Trip и Baphomet's Throne заслуживают высокой оценки. | ||
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Троценко (18.08.2008 12:15:50) |  |
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Отличный олдскул блэк, хотя впрочем это и не блэк, когда авторы сего опуса играли, блэк только зарождался, и это их виденье черного металла. Ну а Baphomet's Throne это шедевр на все времена. | ||
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1. Black Trip 2. Celebration Of The Fourth 3. Son Of Earth 4. 'Til We Meet Again 5. Mask Of The Red Death 6. Baphomet's Throne 7. Flagellation 8. Crown 9. To Our Martyrs* 10.Ceremony Of Opposites All music & arrangements by Xytras Except * by Vorphalack/Xytras. All lyrics by Vorphalack. Produced, engineered & mixed by Waldemar Sorychta. Recorded at Woodhouse Studios, Hagen, Jan. 1994. Vorphalack - Vocals,guitars Masmiseim - Bass Xytras - Drums Rodolphe M. - Keyboards,sampler (p)(c) 1994 CENTURY MEDIA Records |
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Black Trip I've chosen the dark, i've chosen the night, I've lost hope of loving the day of life. The shades of night belong to me, I am at one with hell. Dead inside, I watch the time pass, I await the coming of my day. My jouneys are always within me, there where is found the bottomless pit, where, there In I plunge, always a little deeper, there, in that other world where only unity is harmony. Sheltered from the regard and the rules of men. There colour is absent, light is black. Enemies of the sun, the phantoms of the shadows. Have taught me to delight in horror, faces without eyes, and silent lips, float in the emmesity of empty space, a sweet melancholy fills my heart, life as a whole seems absurd, silence is so pure, so proufound that it intoxicates. The emptiness annihilates all and nothingness takes it place. Celebration of the Fourth Oh purificator fire, that burns in me, rekindle my courage, give me your force. Blow, northerly wind, come, wind of death, storms, hurricanes..be at my side.. By water, By air, By fire, By earth. Oh purificator water..essence of life, mirror of time, drown the lies. Earth, mother's man, disembowelled by your sons, from your blood of fire will rise the chaos. By water..By air..By Fire..By earth.. Son of Earth Hideous louse! the face deformed by horror, by the fear of life's duties, bythe anguish of the unkown. - Born in blood and tears - You'll Bleed and cry when the day you die Welcome to the world of the living, here's your spreme punishment, look at the wound of life, that only death will be able to heal Oh! bulged tummy women, Oh! deformed body women, from your filthy womb it's death to whom you give birth. Hideous louse! the face deformed by horror, by the fear of the nothingness of death by the anguish of the unknown. Welcome to the kingdom of the dead, here's your promised reward, looks on you to close again, the great vagina of the earth. 'Till we Meet Again... To those whom I miss, and to those who would miss me. Life is short, but long in the living, going forth on the uncertain paths of the future, seeking an outlet, a path, in vain. There where that tunnel so familiar and that wall banishing the light, stifling forever the hope of a better day. Curs'd be she who gave me birth, prisoner of ife, I await my deliverance. I am weary of the struggle for chimeras of sensing the weight of time, past and future. I began my descent as from the first day, this night shall be mine, that of the great leap, there will be a war, a key, a door. Faced with the dilemma of the cord, short are the paths which lead to the tomb. Drunk with eternity I topple the chair beneath my feet. The phobia of the infinate is speedily replaced by darkness. This profound and absolute darkness which I have dreamed of for so long. Mask of the Red Death Sickness born with life, she is a careful and patient shadow, man's faithful enemy, unceasingly transformed, rebatized. Behind a different mask, I know it's always the same face, always the same eyes greedy for agony, always the same compassionate ears, listening to our moans, to our heartbeats. Passive and disinterested like an infidel wife, this cold and wet mouth will give us the very last kiss. Death is red, for those who experience her torments. Bound to death like a daughter to her mother she gives her mass graves overflowing of sketcked life, of projects and hopes. What's good to see her so active. Abandoned, in the arms of another plague, humanity slowly disappears, someone prays, some others cry. What's good to see her so active. Baphomet's Throne Each blaspemy is another stone to the difice of your glory, I want to be the rock on which you'll build your church. Am I the son you've been waiting for? Am I the chosen one? To be your messiah on earth and to sit at your left in hell. I've always ignored the doubt, answers are in the questions. She me the way to the baphomet's throne... Guide my hand, light my path, my mouth will speak with your words, I'll make statements with your orders. I'll beht he supreme insult which will forevermore soil the image of god. I'll be your revenge, I'll be your victory, guide my hand, light my path. Show me the way, to reach one day, the baphomet's throne.. Flagellation Pleasure in pain, desire of mortification, to achine the extreme, to know the ultimate. To be a slave for a moment, the body offered up to cruelty, to the lash which whips on the skin which slashes the flesh, lacerates the back. To feel the blood, thick and warm flow over my wounds. Flagellation... To thrust aside the limits, to say "yes" to death, without fear, without remorse, to give up oneself to torture. Punishment and reward, the whip is ambiguous, it distills vice, in a perverse refinement. To be a slave for a moment, the body offered up to cruelty, to the lash which whips on the skin, wich slashesthe flesh, lacerates the back. Crown If eyes are the mirror of the soul, you will find in mine the scorn and apathy, you will read my hatred as in a curs'd book, you will see yourself as I see you. It is a mirror sombre and opaque which protects me, which stifles me, a great ditch around the heart, which rejects, which estranges me. THere is a world in my head, a dead world where nothing lives, and it is there I am, too far, far too far to be rejoined. A crown of thorns is still a crown. I am a king in a kingdom of suffering, I have taken my time to reach this stage. I have taken pains to torture myself, to descend, to descend. Into pain, I exist, and if my brain is numbed, the thorn in my flesh can overcome apathy. There is glory in humiliation, a throne to be taken, a crown to win. I have no more tears, and my smile has lost its brilliance, I have forgotten who I was, I have killed my emotions, crushed, empty, weary, always standing, I am a tree, awaiting the lighting. To our Martyrs Reign of fear, of war, of silence, of resignation. Under the rules of the book of lies trawlinng the wrong path, led like cattle. Never try to understand, accept, obey. Follow followers and forget who you are. What's a lifestyle, to live for others, to share all with everybody, to anwser love to hate. Never try to understand, accept, obey. Follow followers and forget who you are. Take each single insult and injury as a present, as a spiritual gold to buy your place in heaven. I spit at your god's face, I piss on the cross, I vomit on the holy bible, I shit on the blessed whore and her bastard son. I desecrate, crush and destroy all which is sacred, all which is blessed, I've found the one who lives in me. Brothers and sisters time for change is coming, bells for revenge strike the end of times. By faith, by force, we'll walk toward the light, and forever be our own god. Ceremony of Opposites The top becomes the bottom, the fantasy becomes reality, the conceptions change, the landmarks dissolve. And all becomes intermingled. To flirth with the despicable, in a trance without end where the ice burns like glowing embers, and where one shatters by fits and starts of sperm, the morale of men. Serve another god, Lose another dream Sentiments imprison and leave their victims without defence. Love is a poison which flourishes in the heart of the weak. From the lower world we direct the attraction of the distastefull, makes us ignore the vile. Since only from below can one better see the heights. |
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