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Я почти не сомневаюсь, что среди множества альбомов, вышедших в прошлом году, диск Zemial будет выглядеть белой вороной. Но дело не в новых горизонтах, открытых греками (на этот раз, правда, обосновавшимися в Германии). Прямо наоборот, группа обращается к опыту, который порядком подзабыт. Итак, если при словах «старый блэк-метал» вам рисуется нечто хаотичное и чрезмерно агрессивное, вроде Darkthrone, то вы ошиблись. Zemial предлагают пройти еще дальше к истокам по пути музыкального развития, и за основу данного альбома взят Bathory периода 1987 – 1991 гг. Что неудивительно, ведь «In Monumentum» задумывался как работа, посвященная памяти Томаса Форсберга (он же Quorthon).
И замысел удался! Часть песен («Born in The Crimson Flame» (2), «Riddle» (6)) приближена к блэковому «Under the Sign…», другие («March Of The Giants» (5), финальная «In Monumentum - Stone Of The Ages») к поздним дискам в викинг-стилистике. Оставшиеся два находятся где-то между, хотя своеобразного «батареечного» блэка на альбоме все же больше. А «Remembering once Lost» - просто акустический отрывок с синтезатором. Красят альбом сдержанная (но повсеместная) эпичность, и конечно, печальные и пронзительные гитарные соло, часто переходящие в акустику. Это напоминает, что поводом для появления материала стало отнюдь не радостное событие. Клавишные в конце второй композиции на протяжении тридцати секунд выводят что-то медитативно-задумчивое и не менее грустное. Как правило, все тридцать семь минут звучания они играют вспомогательную роль, подхватывая гитарную игру по завершении трэка, и реже образуя отрывки в середине. Несмотря на то, что ударные очень просты, очаровывают стилизованные под Bathory бластбиты на тех же «Born…» и «Riddle». Что касается голоса, то он абсолютно не отличим от сухого, «крякающего» скриминга самого Куортона.
Девиз «In Monumentum» - «без излишеств!». По-сути, это усовершенствованный до своего предела архаичный материал в стиле Bathory, еще и хорошо записанный. Симпатичной, даже наивной работе, вы можете накинуть недостающие баллы, если вам нравятся «Hammerheart» и «Blood Fire Death». |
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greatest of men rise like a mountain
mothers now mourn in our wake
the battle is raging like flames
we fight over a fallen one
charging as a great wave with a might roar
bringing the darkness to their eyes
i sing for you might king
The sun dove into the horizon and so faded the mens strength
twas time to mourn and mourn they did
only then in the peace of night did the greatness of their loss descend upon them and ashes poured they upon their heads in mourning
streams of tears and bitterness flowed as their brother shrouded in flames
travelled the dark shores of styx...to hades.
and as their bodies and minds swallwed the loss and exhaustion a single thought emerged revenge for honour!
fuelled by revenge, men charge the walls
riding into battle like a storm
thee charge breaks the silence, neath the morning sun
this battle is fought for honour- for a fallen one.
Born Of The Crimson Flame
blackened is the sky and demons celebrate this night
flames await the dark one to be born
his birth has been foretold, the one whose soul is black as coal
born of crimson flame is to seize the throne
whimpering and weeping where the crimson flame is kept
another sacrifice to the majesty of flame
hooded figures chant: invoke the company of darkness
virgin flesh below the black athame
born of the crimson flame
lightning in the skies, the virgin moans with teary eyes
the pain of carrying the one to satan born
Now rise the pale full moon and the sun forever sets
one last sunset one final memory of god
dark across the land the reign of satan is at hand
nightmares are releases into the night
open thee thing eyes the world belongs to thee tonight
of crimson fire born -chosen one!
I TAN I EPI TAS
Rising from the East, a Giant, cast his shadow over the world
A mighty army, unlike the world had ever seen,
one by one subdued great peoples of antiquity
Nations paid the price of servitude
surrendered earth and water –
"Live like slave or taste the truth of death"
Blinded by arrogance they cross the Hellespont,
facing the Phalanx that advances with drums of war!
Ephialtes - traitor! - Plodding beneath the oak trees,
leading - traitor! - the invaders against our men
The army of the Immortals scales the treacherous path,
ten thousand intruders breaking the silence at dawn
The Immortals advance; a rain of arrows covers the sky
Blood spilled at the dawning of the Sun
Three hundred men knowingly sacrifice their lives:
"Hold the ground and fight; we'll meet in Hades by tonight!"
Advances the Phalanx, armed helots cover the wings,
fought they like wild beasts beneath a scarlet cloak
Psychologically shattered, the Immortals are forced to fight
with whips on their backs against Spartan Might
At the fall of their Valiant king Leonidas and news of the betrayal,
the Spartans formed a circle and prepared to die fighting
When swords and spears had broken
fought they with fists and teeth
Three hundred heroes!
"On you now Sons of Hellas! Free your native land; free your people,
the fanes of your Fathers' Gods and the tombs of your Ancestors. Now you battle for ALL!"
March Of The Giants
Deep in the mountains where the silence of the stone lies unbroken
and where fire is born
Giant men of Power lay waiting for the Serpent of Fate
to rise from the Sea of Dreams
With weapons in hand, a deep breath and one last stand
- to ascend to the Throne of the age of Man
Marching on, marching on 'till the Sun hides
Marching on, marching on against you and I!
Disturbed is the peace - Aggressive toward Order
MEI'AE KYKAOE THE I'AIAE EMHPOE MAY
Hammer on hammer, sword on sword
and lightning strikes the ground we walk
Now their purpose is clear
Minions of chaos march, born of black heart
Forces of Thunder and the Trident responding
from the skies and the darkened blue seas
Elements of the mind merging, the Virtue of Rising
their weapon: tempered thought and steel
The Bringers of Dawn, rise holding the Moon
and the Dream of the Thrones of the Age of Man
One mighty clash - EPEBOE! EPEBOE!
The worlds collide - EPEBOE!
Dreams turned to ashes - EPEBOE! EPEBOE!
The fighting goes on and on...
Riddle
I was born to the sound of the funeral bell
To the sounds of mourning - when Night cast Her spell
My path is of solitude - I dwell where all Winds blow
I rise with Nightfall - Helios my foe
I am the One Who stands in whispering Halls
On both sides of the mirror - Our Legacy foretold
I am the silent traveller amongst you as I walk
The stranger at your funerals...
KPABE MEAAN KOPAB
KPABE KOPAKA
KPABE MEAAN KOPA8
KPAZE!
I am the shadows that dance across your walls
Looking through your misty windows
as the Sun descends and the Night falls
I am the unexpected knock upon your door
The Howling wind that blows your fire out
in winter Nights so cold...
I am the silent One Who visits when you sleep
The One you talk about that stirs a fear so deep!
I am the sound of footsteps that makes the traveller turn
The one you would like to catch and hope that fire can burn!
In Monumentum / Stone Of The Ages
A man is born and a man will die, but mighty is the One who lives with pride
Trust in your sword though its blade is so cold...
Great the Spirit that choses to live, the One who heeds the call of the Dream
To soar like an eagle, to reach for the Skies...
One short life to live
Before you sail to the skies
One brief memory to leave
Like a shooting star in the Night
One brief chance to give
To carve the Stone of our Times
And your songs long lost friend
Forever stay in our minds