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Satyricon
Volcano
Style: Black Metal. Year: 2002. Playtime: 54:30

MUSICA Soundcheck:
Average score: 7.2 of 10
Votes: 10

Doomcreeper (28.12.2010 13:39:29)
Score: 5 of 10
чтото уж не очень понравился, скучный


Soubbterranean (19.12.2010 14:03:29)
Score: 5.5 of 10
Закрепление говна, начавшегося на Экстраваганзе...на Экстраваганзе был лысый сатик, здесь - абсолютно лысая музыка :((


IceHeart666 (04.11.2009 16:04:36)
Score: 7.5 of 10
не плохо, но слабее предыдущего


Троценко (01.08.2008 01:59:49)
Score: 7.5 of 10
Не самый плохой альбом. Несколько интересных песен, всё остальное на хорошем среднем уровне


Magnifique (28.04.2008 20:38:46)
Score: 10 of 10
супер!!! всё к месту сделано!


TRACKLIST:


1 With Ravenous Hunger
2 Angstridden
3 Fuel For Hatred
4 Suffering The Tyrants
5 Possessed
6 Repined Bastard Nation
7 Mental Mercury
8 Black Lava



LYRICA:


WITH RAVENOUS HUNGER

Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
Who told you, you're not poisoned?
I see the snake coiling inside you
I see the venom in your eyes

You can't stab me, or even touch me
You can't betray me, it's just an illusion
I built the pain inside you
I spawned the snake

It will gradually tear you apart
It will eat you from inside
No longer sweet revenge
No longer emotional triumph
Pity you, led to believe (in own willpower)
Pity you, (resting) on withered laurels
Can't you see, the world's on fire...
Can't you feel, you're getting burnt!

There's a day coming, for me to rip and to rape
There's a winter coming, for you to be swallowed
Swallowed by emotional cold
Swallowed by a power much greater than yourself

Who made deceit into the ultimate award?
Who told you, you're not poisoned?
I see the snake coiling inside you
I see the venom in your eyes

You can't stab me, or even touch me
You can't betray me, it's just an illusion
I built the pain inside you
I spawned the snake

ANGSTRIDDEN

Born into a field of flowers, to slowly wilt away
Sheltered by wings, delicately smothered by blindness
Released among the wolves, thus molded by resistance
Ridden by the clawed hoofs of tyrants

The fruit of other worlds, but grown by loneliness
Concealing a black soul, and but sensing the beyond
Uniquely grown from within
Shimmered by a darker night, but left to solitude

How can one disclose a darker night,
if one but rests?
Or evidence the suffering,
by wordly gauge?
Or comprehend the long-drawn agony
When pain and evil never trod one down

Like a warring sun, from a better kingdom
Beautiful, free, of different steel!
Dearly prized, and equally broken
He should have gone free of you!

An emotional tumour, gnaws from inside
Of heartless, spineless treason
The darkest night now weaves its loom
Soon to release its spawn

FUEL FOR HATRED

Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you

Fuel for the Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

Lettle you, still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm om my own (One soul, one hate)

Fuel for the Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!

Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
to a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding

Fuel for the Hatred, air raid siren to mankind

SUFFERING THE TYRANTS

Crawling down the road of life
another hopeless epoch
Gruesome soul numbness
People stare, do they know
I am suffering the tyrants

Every gesture is a malicious attack
a firm fist of misery
But it shall not coincide
with the Lion's downfall

There are no tears
No feeling of guilt
Nowhere to channel the anger
Nowhere to leave the pain

How can they feast upon the Lion without knowing?
...He will eventually rise again

Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)
Stronger than all (so it's futile)

All there is left (right now) is personal pride
Enough to return with rays of light

POSSESSED

Mourning the decay
Bitter ungodly enemy
cast into heavy woe
Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed)

Out of the maze, with clearsight - at the brink of one's abyss
Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world
Out of the maze, with clearsight - disbelief and scorn
Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed)

The realisation of the position
No longer vulnerable
Having played the music no one could understand
Serenade to the devil's den - He, the final frontier!

Defaming judgement
upon the starving soul
mourning self-made pestilence
Cannon fodder for the
apocalypse

A haunt of every unclean spirit
Lord of the flies or kingdom of death
Circle the prey, show them your eyes,
they bear witness of centuries of might

Predecessor who blessed us with grace
in sempiternal fight
Exessive aggression -
Fire is the definite sing of rebirth!

The elders' electrons channelled through you
carried by thy night Supremacy
Bron to win this battle, defeat is the tongue
of the whore

REPINED BASTARD NATION

Do we need another bastard nation...
another force-fed disgust
Do we need another bastard nation...
aiming at us clinically
Like an insect-swarm
toward the shapeless mouth
of a dead whore
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
arising from the melted mass
We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light
taking invincible shape
to standing ovation
Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

The unbearable feeling of hitting that
dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

Eathly decay in front of our eyes
Now, now it's killing for a living

No more repined bastard nation
A generous gesture to a people so blind
No more repined bastard nation
fumbling, descending, away form the light
It takes a non-poisoned creature
to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,
a darkness, I can not tolerate
A darkness we must bury
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the search to justify one truth
Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...
the greater understanding

It takes a non-poisoned creature
to defeat and destroy a monster,
that has grown and spawned
a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate

MENTAL MERCURY

Past tense icons
locked up in cages
A disgrace to us, (and) a vital sign of (impending) doom
Unhelp by insane aggression
No tender repentance, (just) denial of ugliness
With the rain come their conquest

Behold those who ride black winds
Satan, the kings are heading home

No harmony on the horizon
when our heaven burns silently
An image of absolute mutiny
against those who pertain to the dearest hell

Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
a higher form of suffering!

(Why should man be protected,
what has he done do justify it?
This is why we embrace animals;
they represent the innocence man doesn't have)

Monotonous graveyard plains -
The soul exile
Quintessence of pain -
Satan, the kings are heading home

BLACK LAVA

Grey heavens, no light shed
Bleak day, change is ahead
Oval mountainside, naked cold
Unreleased powers, no fright

Slide down sorrow, smell what comes with the breeze
Cold chambers, punishment awaits
Hollow tone haunts, anticipation's choir sings
Turn around, face the depth of inner sanctum

Autumn in the air, (the) smell of Black Metal 90-95
World moves, in mysterious ways
Body onwards, mind drifts
You die, then we hail (to our relief)

New age dawns
Face all wrath
Sickness; won't understand,
Burning first
Grace falls
Volcano shaking
Fates are being sealed

Heavens blunder,
no turning back
Will you or will you not
to heroism walk

Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
Black Lava, you can't fight

Pernicious flow, redemptive perpetuity
Unholy drive, the gods arrogant grin
If my world's a joke, do you see them smile?
Hellbound me - on a throne of gold

Wastelands prey on dying cattle
Desert sucks on poor man's thrist
Glimpse of glory, walk ahead
Slaves of Nazareth can not be fed

Black Lava, drifting down the mountainside
Black Lava, you can't fight


Volcano



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