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Эх, возьмем-ка провокационно-техничного дэт-метала! Да добавим к нему сочного, плотного звука, так, что лишний рифф не втиснется. Чтобы калорийней и поджаристей, на границе с бруталом. Приправим скримингом и гроулом – ведь шеф-повар, как-никак, постарался еще на культовом «Dictius Te Necare» Bethlehem. И получим дебютник Pavor, группы, подчеркнуто-демонстративно отказывающейся подписываться на каком-либо лэйбле. Весьма унылый по стандартам эстетской дэтухи диск (хотя и необычный для своего времени), который, тем не менее, добротно трамбует содержимое мозгоубежища качем и смаком. «Kick ass!» - провозглашает этот запивочно-закусочный экстрим из страны фестов и бюргеров. «Kick ass!» - слабо вторят ему герои вчерашних дней, и по совместительству – предполагаемые источники вдохновения: Slayer, Disastrous Murmur и Nocturnus. Не удается им к столь же интенсивному и напористому материалу добавить еще и такое же громадное количество длинных соло с безупречным звуком. Pavor, похоже, стали предтечей для появления того уродливо-мелодичного, гротескно-техничного дэт-метала, флагманом которого ныне является Necrophagist. «A Pale Debilitating Autumn» течет быстро, без акцентов, минуя подводные камни. Мелодии хотя и обильны, но безвкусны, как дистиллированная вода. Спасает одно – немцы, по крайней мере, применяют их осмысленно, осознавая, что возможность вставить лишнюю сбивку – еще не достаточный для этого аргумент. В остальном кататься по этой гладкой поверхности отполированных техникой ходов ужасно скучно. |
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The house... on a wooden roof the moss grows
And as I head into the wintry gale
Deeply inhaling the waves of frost
That have travelled far
Through countless forests
I taste the sudden inroad
Relish the wooden smell of witchcraft
At the mountainside I frown...
The harvest moon shines upon the early frost
Trees shed leaves in the piercing cold
Groan for an ancient moonrise
Knowing that these cryptic
Wounds heal slowly
Scars hurt horribly
I revel in endless regrets...
Seems to be hard to save his light
From the odious day...
Theft! My hollow throne purloined
Do I wander the forest to learn?
2. Total Warrior
A hoarse moan blows steam into the dark
Leavening the night with a regnant weaponed direness
As melodies of malady hover in the wind
Tunes that the weak chant for their divinity
A cadaverous silhouette moves
Infuriated by ingrowing scorn
Which evokes the urge to interpose
And ceases my tearful swoon
Imprecate upon their trust
Abstruse hate throbbing in my breast
Destined to erupt
Delights in mouldering charity
I submit to my wrath
I fleer at your god
Ominous steps of haste tread the ground
Into the brightness I scowl
Espy the last resort
Forth I stalk to the source of my insurrection
Lecherously I desecrate the cross
Soon their eager quest for bliss will end
Their hopes will be fulfilled by my hand
I enthrone myself
Unclosed for their entreaty I storm...
Die!
Ebullition, ecstasy as my swipes hit violently
Boundless might the inner cause
Overflow them with my force
Their cries seem to be like hymns of adoration
Glare at the hell of the burning inferno
Adorning the night and my glorious acquisition
Towering
I thrive within almightiness
But there will be no rest because in the distance
They ache for me to announce the truth
3. Corpses
Crying for remission of sins
Inner fight against faith begins
Couldn't resist the temptation
Seduced by the need of the flesh
Obeying the merciful messiah
Who leads and controls their desires
To release them from disgrace and dismay
The bastards mustn't see the light of the day
Their sins will be confessed
And murders will be blessed
Absolved from what they've done
The truth is forever gone
Presented to the posterity
A pretended life of purity
Deceived by the fear of the god
Who loves them
Beneath the cross
And the place where they all pray
Innocent victims of lust will decay
Beneath the monastery, brought to their tomb
Never to be found inside the catacomb
Secret love... Results rot to ashes
Born guilty... Prohibit to exist
Maintain the honour... The price is their death
Religious perversity... Blind and obsessed
Murdered at birth, entombed...
Slaughtered and sacrificed for their god
Crying for remission of sins
Inner fight against faith begins
Couldn't resist the temptation
Seduced by the need of the flesh
Obeying the merciful messiah
Who leads and controls their desires
Innominate corpses preserving the truth
Not supposed to be disentombed
4. Careworn
Darkest green louring at me...
I fled into the mouth of the sultry swamp
Warm rain washed down my sweat
To the virgin morass
My feet sank down into the vegetable mould
As I hectically escaped from a disenchanting sun.
Abrupt slope in a morose realm...
Where the cold is guarding me.
I'm freezing...
Can I refuse to bask in affection ever again?
Grim mass of unsettled hatred
Is benumbed by my depressive downfall.
I grope my way along a darkened profanity...
Meagre I've become
On my pagan meanderings
Murk obscures my inner moorland regions.
5. Pavor
Oh life can't satisfy my pain and misery
Fear... demoralized
God... sends holy messengers
Cry... darken your life
Lost in the sphere, within no soul remains
Falling... in your sleep they lurk to haunt you
Bleeding... colliding with your soul and sanity
Your dreams increase their wrath to get you
Reality and sense of life will soon be gone
Haunted by the creatures that were told to save your soul
Embodiment of evil's what you see
Trapped inside your world, pain no one will ever know
In the holy end your blood will flow
They are told to be merciful and so sweet
But now you must see, they incarnate to steal your sanity
You're inferior and helpless
They will subjugate your needs
Immortalized,
These nightmares of your death appear all night
And smash your beliefs with agony
And now... it might satisfy to dream eternally
6. Imperator Of An Ashen Bane
I am a wolfish moloch
On a foray into ultimate woes...
Gaining on the dry cold of depraved lament.
The mopes are fadeless
Guarded by this sword of mine
I am a lordless monarch
With unmasked romantic views
Soured by chill since times long past
Unbowed within Frost's mirthless grasp
Cut down the raised hopes
Never wane, raw night of mine.
Noble storms maul with thornlike drifts
Besiege Earth's miscreant bequest.
Introversion, a bulwark against vile incursion...
Wreaths of ashes encrust my reich
Hauled down in Destruction's fatal wake
Imperator of this ashen bane
To shield my empire from harrowing passion
And reminiscence.
Rending the light while I brandish the sceptre
Embitterment will impel my frost-bound soul
To eradicate all life
With strong back-up of the mighty royal hordes.
And my baleful warriors
Rushing at weak benign foes
Trust in my blacksmiths' work.
Wild, mythic charm!
Dark emotions debouch in a prewar roan
Ulterior comrades-in-arms emerge
From the most remote antiquity
To mar massively in this moonless inclement storm.
But Victory will be confronted with a grieved void...
So I reside in Rancour's umbrageous woods
And those poetic tears will never be mine.
7. Fucked By Darkness
Insidious fog, draw near to shelter me
No single look shall penetrate into my reich of gloom
I absorb the morbid force of the turbid paleness
There is another world apart from mine
And only hate can sift to the other side
Slowly stiffness grows inside my inmost self
As my last "emotions" sink into oblivion
Delirious with rage, I can never be reconciled
With the paltry lives my hate reaches out for
For evermore my mental wounds are healed
Now I have the certainty that the border will soon open
Impetuously craving for the total calamity
Unrelentingly I'll eradicate anyone who's opposed to me
Only my hostility exceeds my aggression
Overcloud their realm
With the darkness I was born in
Mastery is mine
And perpetually will be
There is another world apart from mine
And only hate can sift to the other side
Slowly stiffness grows inside my inmost self
As my last "emotions" sink into oblivion
Insidious fog, draw near to shelter me
And prepare me for the final storm
8. Symbols Of Depravity
Humiliate the weak
Demoralizing ways to destroy the soul you seek
A bestial behaviour
Deep inside the subconscious of humanity
The grief of the chosen victim
Creates hateful satisfation
Even at the edge of sanity
No end of the terror's to be seen
Searching for oppressive ways
Symptomatic truth
The urge to mortify
Remains endlessly
Symbols of depravity
Penetrate their souls
Instincts of perversity
Lurk within their thoughts