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Watain
« Casus Luciferi »
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| 1 | Devil's Blood 05:49
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| | 2 | Black Salvation 06:45
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| | 3 | Opus Dei (The Morbid Angel) 05:33
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| | 4 | Puzzles ov Flesh 05:39
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| | 5 | I Am the Earth 06:00
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| | 6 | The Golden Horns of Darash 05:41
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| | 7 | From the Pulpits of Abomination 06:34
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| | 8 | Casus Luciferi 08:32
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| | Total playing time: 50:33 |
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Erik Danielsson - Vocals, Bass
Pelle Forsberg - Guitar
Håkan Jonsson - Drums |
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Lyrics on track 3: Necromorbus from Funeral Mist (Swe).
Lyrics on track 4: MkM from Antaeus.
Lyrics on track 6: Scorn from Katharsis (Ger). |
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| 1. Devil's Blood
Ageless, eternal in grace
Behold the snake of temptation!
Eyes gleaming with wisdom
Tounges telling of truths inversed
I have swallowed the hanged mans semen
With necrophageous delight
And let the Devil enter
With all his might
And in unbearable shame, enlighted |
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 Своим вторым альбомом шведские жрецы черного метала особо не удивили, но и в компот, так сказать, не нассали. Watain просто и со вкусом выдали на гора ядреный black fuckin’ metal, доказав всем свою верность избранному курсу. «Casus Luciferi» отличает звенящий, с надрывом звук гитар и яростный вокал. Никаких намеков на компромиссы! Даже удивляешься, как до сих пор существует подобная музыка?! Создается впечатление, что альбом был записан на одном дыхании в порыве богохульной ненависти. Удивляет дьявольская сосредоточенность и усердие, с которыми исполняется эта нечестивая музыка. Слушая «Casus Luciferi», постоянно прокручиваешь в голове одно и то же слово: «ВЕРЮ!». Альбом действительно подкупает своей искренностью, звуча единым целым. Несмотря на довольно ровный материал, хотелось бы выделить циничную «Puzzels of Flesh», обладающей необъяснимой темной притягательностью, и яркую «I am the Earth», которую отличает разнообразие и некая развернутость звучания. Она подобна повествованию с завершенной сюжетной линией.
«Casus Luciferi», по-своему, можно считать эталоном чистого black’а, поскольку его звучание, тематика, название и даже оформление в лучшем виде отражают ценности и суть данного стиля. Создается впечатление, что этим альбомом Watain покрепче закрутили гайки, для того чтобы в 2007 году разразиться сильнейшим «Sworn to the Dark» и принести вечную клятву предначальной тьме. |
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На этой пластинке шведские перцы задают некислого такого жару. Зажигают по-взрослому. С пластинки изливается дьявольский, первобытный и мракобесный чёрный метал. Поклонникам нудного до боли в зубах и популярного среди тутошних эстетов Im Nebel (а также схожих проектов) здесь ловить нечего. Эта музыка не предназначена для услады ушей. А совсем даже наоборот. Не для услады и не ушей...
Уже своим дебютником "Проклятие яростной смерти" эта троица громко заявила о себе и обеспечила себе нехилый зачин в фанатичном секторе бесовской музыки. Данной работой Watain фактически утвердили себя в качестве одного из столпов макабрического, динамичного и оголтелого чёрного метала. В принципе, такую музыку исполняет не так уж мало коллективов, но Watain, по крайней мере на данном релизе, на голову выше конкурентов, ибо обладает мощнейшим творческим запалом и умениями. А также вдохновением. Все впечатляющие наработки дебютника здесь полностью доведены до ума и отточены чуть ли не до совершенства. Пластинка звучит зубасто и неумолимо, в фирменном стиле Watain - на стремительном стыке одержимого чёрного метала и бронебойного дэта. При всём внешнем разнообразии материала глубинно альбом воспринимается единым увесистым шматком черни. Шмат этот не грешит ни избыточной мелодикой, ни тупорылой прямолинейностью. Не слишком сложные, но чрезвычайно сочные и тревожные риффы на основе неизбывных сокращённых терций выстраиваются в витиеватые структурные сюжеты, ну а фирменный некроморбусовский звук придаёт дополнительную трагичность полотну. При этом драйв и напор не исчезают ни на секунду несмотря на обилие синкоп, рваных квадратов и на частые смены темпоритма. Барабанщик - зверюга, какая-то аццкая наковальня сатаны. Уверенно держит даже самые сложные квадраты и лупит мама не горюй, не используя при этом никаких триггеров, что не может не радовать. Ну а Эрик традиционно исходит на кровавое говно у микрофонной стойки, не забывая и про стальной чёс своей бас гитары. В результате получился мощный, злой, болезненный и ощетинившийся колючими шипами альбомище. Один из верстовых камней на пути развития современного чёрного метала. На фоне этой пластинки малопонятным и удручающим выглядит полный провал 2007 года с посредственным во всех отношениях релизом "Присягнувшие тьме". Будем надеяться, что это было временное помутнение и своим следующим полноформатником шведы вновь надерут нам задницы. |
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I kneel unto thee, father, i am opened
Let your daggers pierce through and their poisonous grace be unleashed
through these hungering veins
The impurest of blood, the greatest of pains!!!
The Devils blood
The curse of salvation
The odious essence
of His holy revelation
It floats from the garden of eden
In malevolent grace
The Devil's blood
Through the pentagram's maze
To open the gates to where deformations form
To unearthly mysteries and fire
From stigmatized wounds now the river of gnosis runs free
In the glorious light of the five point star
Darkness, starlight in eyes
The path reveals so clear now
I drink my own blood yet the taste is not mine
I behold my reflection yet noone stares back
Driven by a lifeless hunger
Must have it stilled
Drop by drop, curse by curse
Until all three cups are filled
This soul prayeth not for victory, but for loss
This body kneeleth not in vain, but in blood
These eyes seeth not nil, but truth
These words are spoken not by me, but through
The Devils blood
The curse of salvation
The odious essence
of His holy revelation
From the tounges of the serpent
Into chalices three
The Devil's blood
Runneth through me!
2. Black Salvation
Visions of hornshaped shadows
A burning firmanent black
Trembling in the glory of a star
Delightfully glowing with evil
Ten signs to spawn
A thousand of children
And to be given strength
Each time a heart it beats
For they gave birth to the sun and the moon
To cast shadows upon life
And to burn the slaves that in madness gaze
With scorn from serpent eyes
Just as cancerous cocaine
Deep in the veins of christ
The malignant curse divine
Floats within you all...
You all!
May the holy light of Satans might
Burn my eyes!
This filth is not worth the glance...
Shining steel with Devil's seal
Cut my flesh!
Let them lick the blood
In the ashes of my fallen temple
And just as cancerous cocaine
Deep in the veins of christ
The malignant curse divine
Floats within you all
And the bonds are burning
Along with His eyes
Forever to brand the heart of god
Forever... spearing cosmos core!
For it was that light
That branded the Devil's mark
Into my flesh
My soul and my heart
Never to close these eyes
Never to still this thirst
High on the cross of sophia
Through black salvation I hang cursed
3. Opus Dei (The Morbid Angel)
And all that is holy, holy shall be...
Let the light bless and
let these words proclaim the blessing.
Let the seal be broken and let the light prevail;
Let the earth be scorched and let the light prevail;
Let the wrath cleanse the world from opposition...
...and let heaven spew brimstone on sin!
And all that is holy, holy shall be...
Let alive the word's proclamation,
Let the laws of The Books be the laws of the earth;
Let humanity be sin and let denial be bliss;
Let the wars cleanse the world and
let their fear show their path.
Let the Light reign over Man and beast,
let the Lord strike the sinners with plague,
let the Lord our God reign for eternity;
and all that is Holy, Holy shall be...
For the carnal and earthly mouths of Christ
He has made blind and as vices they are
Let their words and acts be spears and be chains
Tormenting the weeping face of their god
From the valley of Sodom to the hill of Harmageddon
Behold the holocaustclouds and heed the trumpet's roar
A Charge more forceful than ever witnessed
May the Angels of Heaven shed the blood of Man
Behold, the new and true Gospel,
the words come from the Lord himself,
Redemtion through death!
Salvation through fire!
And all that is holy, holy shall be...
Let the light bless and
let these words proclaim the blessing.
Let the seal be broken and let the light prevail;
Let the earth be scorched and let the light prevail;
Let the wrath cleanse the world from opposition...
...and let heaven spew brimstone on sin!
Let the prophets of double voices free
And in Gehinnoms splendour eternally
Let them BURN for their true majesty
And all that is Holy, Holy shall be!!!
4. Puzzles of Flesh
Blinded soul, vomit faith
fingers reaching deep
Senses made dogmas
And the Phoenix rises...
None is denial
I am not one of mine
His words unlocked
Backwards, reforming what won't reflect
Assembling puzzles of flesh
Perfect... yet unknown!
Sigils encarved, the burning stench reveals frustration
None could deny Him!
Carrying the voids of those eyes
None is denial
I am not one of I
My words unlocked
It reveals through the fall
Staring at the abyss, getting further
Through mirrors...
Flesh & mind complete, in need for substance!
You are denied
You are not one of He
Your words are locked.
5. I Am the Earth
He lives through me
All of what I am
The needle of hamartia
Injected in the flesh of man
With the soul of a carrion
Sleeping, yet awake
For underneath this skin
Crawls eden's cursed snake
Hic est draco caudam suam devorans!
You may have felt it's cold
Carressing down your spine
Gently yet with strength
And with a morbid touch
For its real shape is a razor
Smeared with the Devil's seed
And infected with it's plauge
Are the scars from which I bleed
I am the earth
Chained to horns
Its ground is my flesh
Pierced by Holy thorns
I am the earth
Burning deep within
It's water is my blood
Blackened by my sins
Swallowed by His mystery
Lots within it's maze
The bridges behind they burn
from the pyres of Hell's grace
One after another
The stars fade into black
He has called my name
There is no way back...
Pierced by His will
Trapped within His lair
My flesh shall be the sign
Of that fires are to fear
For those who walk upon me
Shall be punished for their turns
I am the earth
And within me the Devil burns!
I am the earth
In the shadow of the Lord
A crucifix of flesh
Yet sinfully adored
I am the earth
As your life with me does blend
I am His truth
The world without end...
The world without end.
6. The Golden Horns of Darash
All ysop burnt, all fruits are poisoned
Zaddik failed and Zebaoth lost,
The lambs are banished, the temple is soiled
March on white ruin, infernal host
So come forth, Lord of the triple number
Rise, oh trinity of DEATH, DEATH and DEATH
Burn this vermin world in its most deep slumber
And to all of Sheob, give the sulphur breath
Blacken all their ghastly colours
And freeze to scorn their charity warmth
Smear our sin to their most pure innocense
And nail them all to the cross!!!
For they live to die, we die to live
Our beginning is their end!
While they fall with twelve, we rise with seven
So wake the astral serpent by Thy pale hand!!!
All ysop burnt, all fruits are poisened
Adonai failed and Elohim lost
The lambs are slaughtered, our temple shines golden
Crawl on your ruin, seraphic host ...
And my tongue speaks ancient names
Forbidden psalms above the flames
My heart pumps but void into my veins
My puls runs slow, too slow for chains
For chains that tie me down to earth
For chains that keep up this organic curse
...for I see horns...
...golden horns...
...for I see horns...
...HORNS!!!!!!!...
7. From The Pulpits of Abomination
No less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss
No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent
Of sinful seed, of soiled womb, circling the five wings throughout eternities
And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at their feet
Behold the pillaged and impure remains of a god who failed
Guarded by the giant pillars to be moved by the Devil alone
For they are the stones of the throne of christ which He swallowed
and exhaled unto earth as his own!
ICHTUS!
Thine gills art dried!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter
Where there was heart shall be vertebra
...For your children have been led astray!
ICHTUS!
Quench thine thirst with my urine
Warm as love it shall rinse through the salt in your lungs
For the thirst of the desert strangles all senses
Tempted art thou and noone can resist Him...
None!
For what is the worth of a godless prophet whose tounge since long has dried,
in completeness bereft from grace?
Through milleniums tormented by the eternal eye and it's piercing vigilance
Doomed to fail, for what hope can you ignite in their forsaken hearts?
When in deluge thou art fallen, your scriptures are altered and your doctrine
rewritten in blood?
What unity in tribes long scattered?
What glory and hope in a cross that is shattered?
Hark! The mourning wails of defeat echoes throughout centuries!
The horns of the baphomet in the wounds of jesus thrice
An alligeance of flesh and steel, unto which titan altar we all kneel
Hark! The reversed words of Yahwe from the pulpits of abomination!
See him now possessed and reborn, the fallen messiah alight
At the burning crest of the serpent's spiral smiling in confusion
Fear all ye faithful for no longer on his forehead a crown of thorns
In the shadow of the bloodstained cross Christ has risen... with horns!
ICHTUS!
Iniquitys mystery revealed!
Iesous Christos Theou Uios Soter
Where there was thorns shall be the horns of a goat
For neither in life or in death are they absent!
ICHTUS!
The greatest of creations laid to waste!
Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness son of a whore
Two nails in your hands for both father and son
And in the dirt of your feet piercing the holy spirit
8. Casus Luciferi
From the vaults below the deserttemple
To the throne among the stars
In the hearts of us, your children, oh divine luminary
Thou shineth!
Like sunbeams penetrating the foundations of the earth
Thine grace ignites the seeds of creation
And in our veins is stillness, as your shadows come to life
For they are like whispers speaking of
...death in heaven
Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds
Their wings are on fire
And their song has turned backwards
A morbid cacaphony singing of...
A new dawn!
Burn my flesh, thou light of lights
Most eminent perfection, most magnificent of sights
Mark me with thee, stainless Ar
Most real, so clear and bright they shine both eye and star
Descend upon the dead, black sky
By a grace of just one glance they all shall die
Pour the bitter wine of salvation into our blood
And let our scars form rivers flooding the kingdom of their god
Let the immense gates of heaven open
Let the dawn of justice come
When a thousand pale and silenced faces
Turn towards the sky
To behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark
By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling
And countless birdlike carrions falls reeking from above
Embedded in a red glow telling of...
A burning dawn!
For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of Christ
But by Satan's fire burning in your eyes
And the thundering voice of a lion over the plains of man
Shall proclaim the horned phoenix final rise
For it is not rain that falls tonight from the black, ominious sky
But sulphur tears from the last flock of birds
And the wind carries the smell of death, from the agony in their hearts
As the fly in nameless fear towards...
Luciferion!