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 Обрывки кожи, запах плоти нежный,
И прелесть сухожилий, что разбросаны кругом,
Для тех, кому на скотобойне воздух свежий
И был написан да и издан сей альбом
Хотя, впрочем, еще как посмотреть... Есть в брутал-дэте группы с куда более кровавыми текстами. А вот скотобойная музыка - это как раз про них, про Deeds of Flesh, и их самый недооцененный альбом "Crown of Souls". Ну да, конечно, на "Of What's to Come" и гитарные соло есть, и сама музыка подоступней звучит. Но "Crown of Souls" - это, прежде всего, идейный продолжатель полулегендарного дебютника Suffocation под названием "Human Waste". Тот же ультраагрессивный первобытно-брутальный дэт, то же отсутствие даже намека на мелодии, тот же пульсирующий бас. Даже брейкдауны есть, что понятно - так недалеко и вовсе загнать Erik'а Hamilton'а, он же все-таки не Фло Мунье! И самое главное, при общей стилистике работы и в голову не приходит приписывать группе заигрывания с дэткором из-за этих самых брейкдаунов и периодически прорывающегося скрима. Скорее хочется обвинить всю эту зажравшуюся братву новоделов в том, что они залезли не на свою территорию. Повторюсь, по тяжести с Deeds of Flesh из групп, сохраняющих музыкальность в своем саунде, мало кто сравнится (Mortician, Disgorge), а уж по совокупности с неповторимыми атональными риффами - так и вовсе охота разместить их на пьедестале рядом с духовными наставниками из "Удушья". Да, и в отличие от предыдущих пяти работ, в "Crown of Souls" реально выделить в шквале агрессии некие особо полюбившиеся песни, да и вообще применить слово "песни", настолько дифференцированной стала музыка. Мои любимые - заглавная, "Hammer-Forged Blade", "Crimson Offering". В своем стиле это - твердая девятка. |
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Resurgent, this sickness swallows me
Consuming, engulfing are these needs
Lost awareness of my humanity
Abnormal inhumane sick fantasies
The desires build inside of me
Lashing out at the weak
Fulfilling the world I wish to see
I'm the monster; commanding loathsome deeds
Compelled to create atrocities
I'm the monster; I decide how you die
Subservient, you will fear me
Servant, your soul is now mine
Bathing in my sub consciousness
My own personal mortuary
A writhing sea of dead souls
The emptiness of humanity
The impulse to destroy flowing violently
Resurgent, this sickness swallows me
Consuming, engulfing are these needs
Lost awareness of my humanity
Impulses encase my thoughts
Loss of reasoning ignored
Persistence to see their blood spilled
Sickening horrific visions explored
2. Medical Murder
Systematic probing of the human body's pathologies
Sparing none
Mengele, madman of science
Divided from himself, empithiless
In a time of free barbarity
Unspeakable tribulations
Of genetic tampering to build better soldiers
Perfect armies
Wall full of eyes
From twins killed in experiments
Dissecting the code of the inferior
The unworthy of life
Put in cages and tortured
To see how long they could survive
Direct injection of caustic chemicals
Into the womb, Sickly consumed
Organs removed, sickly consumed
Live dissection of infants
Amputation, Obliteration
Twins reunited, resected
Organs removed, sickly consumed
Organs removed, sickly consumed
Thrown in fire, innocent babies burning
Can't escape the gasoline flames
Injected with deadly disease
And recorded the agonies of death
Stood full weight on the pregnant
Chronicled the length of fetus expulsion
Separating, Liquidating
Some would live, Most would die
Experimental torture without anesthesia
Medical murder
Retched doctor thrives
On the human pain and suffering
Decaying infant eyes hanging on the wall
Dead inside
Left to get away with homicide
Thousands died
Mengele, madman of science
Divided from himself, empithiless
In a time of free barbarity
Wall full of eyes
From twins killed in experiments
Dissecting the code of the inferior
The unworthy of life
Surreal clinical brutality
Killed for just examination
Kicking and screaming they were not dreaming
All who came, murdered and maimed
All who came, murdered and maimed
3. Hammer-Forged Blade
Born of power and steel
With the anger and will of many men
Fighting for his kind from power within
With death's cold waiting hands
Forged long ago
Wrapped around in swirling flames
Hardened by my enemies' blood
Wealth shaped by my swinging blade
The battle-forged grip of a seafarer
Risen from the darkness of war
Dripping with my enemies blood
Glory cut by my mighty sword
And the shining iron edge's might
My Hammer-Forged blade
Bloodthirsty and ready for battle
Striking fear over my enemy's spear
I tear the life from their bodies
My bladework, they'll never forget
My bladework, they'll never forget
And death's cold grip
Dragging them in a corpse-like way
When the battle horn sounds
With an angry sword
I beat back the enemy horde
Towards death's cold waiting hands
My weapon and its fury, its precision
An extension of my person
Barbaric rage fuels the might
From which it's driven
Mauling all before its path
Weary of their vanishing lives
My iron hacks through the air
Chopping with my hammer-forged blade
Ending their lives
Their heads roll at my side
I tear the life from their bodies
With an angry sword
Driven into oblivion
None survive
Forged long ago
Wrapped around in swirling flames
Hardened by my enemies' blood
Wealth shaped by my swinging blade
The battle-forged grip of a seafarer
Risen from the darkness of war
Dripping with my enemies blood
Glory cut by my mighty sword
And the shining iron edge's might
4. Forced Attrition
Massive artillery bombardment
Counter insurgency, the reckoning
Unleashed furiously upon
The inept and morally oblivious army
Exact execution of killing
Leaving limp and battered shells to fester in the sun
Delivering atonement for murder and mutilation
The enemy flees in panic
Leaderless, cowering to mercenaries
Retribution, hunt them down
Kill them all, forced attrition
Concussing the rebellion back
Through their own killing fields
Fleeing over a sea of maggots
Releasing the stench of a weeks death
Forced to a village of atrocities
They had just finished recently
Regrouped and hungry for more killing
The painted platoon picks off the exposed
Then creep in, to finish off the rest
Exact execution of killing
Leaving limp and battered Shells to fester in the sun
Delivering atonement for murder
Death was the errand and the fate they deserved
The sky's on fire, smell humans burning
Can't believe what they see
Unrelenting butchery
Entering a village deceased
Baring witness to thrawn barbarity
Raped, penetrated, and hacked
Were victims of genocidal attack
5. This Macabre Fetish
This macabre fetish
Some held against their will
Usually knocked
Unconscious from battery
Drugged or Asphyxiated
Then put in a tub of ice
Dropping bodily temperatures
To replicate that of being dead
Cold to the touch and violated
Necrophilia sex
Copied with the living volunteers
So they play roles
In this macabre fetish
Necrophilic fantasy
Masturbating feverishly
Painted up, playing the corpse
Still and vile
So they play roles
In this macabre fetish
Necrophilic fantasy
Masturbating feverishly
Painted up, playing the corpse
Still and vile
Willingly acting deceased
Lifeless and motionless
While their partners
Have their way with them
Sometimes strangling
Each other for ultimate release
A compulsion to love death
An erotic attraction to corpses
Perfect subjugation
Sex with the beautiful dead
6. The Resurrected
Black magic or a trick of Voodoo priests?
Zombification, a reality in Haiti
Fear not the living dead
Walking the streets Fear becoming, that which is seen
Created slaves poisoned, then resurrected
The buried alive
Left in a catatonic state
Not aware of that horrific fate
But the hell is not over
Brian dead
Forced into a life of slavery
Never returning to humanity
Blackened eyes
Wandering endlessly
Not aware, not alive
Been resurrected
Been revived
Feeling nothing
Lost and confused
Empty inside
Life is refused
Violated the law
Of the secret society
Induced into a death-like state
Killed, revived, and maintained
By a black magic lord
Decreased to a freak devoid of thoughts
The living dead walking the streets
Blank inside
Mindless, Soulless, Devoid of life
Mindless, Soulless, Devoid of life
Blackened eyes
Wandering endlessly
Not aware, not alive
Been resurrected
Been revived
Violated the law
Of the secret society
Induced into a death-like state
Killed, revived, and maintained
By a black magic lord
Left in a catatonic state
Not aware of that horrific fate
But the hell is not over
Brian dead
Forced into a life of slavery
Never returning to humanity
7. Incontestably Evil
Excremental vision of an empire poisoned
Endarkenment of the early age
Power induced regression
From all moral thoughts
Murder was glorious to behold
In the mind of a sadist
Where freedom and pleasure
Expand and flourish from
From another's pain
Suffering, and Humiliation
Nero, the true anti-christ
Privately execrated, publicly admired, Obeyed
Matricide
Ingenious depravities
Extremes of procreative energy
Concatenations of filthy transgressions
Incest, adultery, sodomy, sacrilege
Unleashed upon the masses
Incontestably evil
Free form conscience
In the mind of a sadist
Evil is attractive, aesthetic
What an artist this world has lost
Excremental vision of an empire poisoned
Endarkenment of the early age
Power induced regression
From all moral thoughts
Murder was glorious to behold
Suffering, and Humiliation
Nero, the true anti-christ
Privately execrated, publicly admired, Obeyed
8. Crimson Offering
Through a process of absorption and conquest
Rituals of blood to appease the divine
Offerings of life
To feed the gods' hunger
Captured in battle or from tribute
The war god is especially thirsty
To invoke the spirits of the sun and war
Prevention of plague, defeat, and famine
A scene of darkness and death
Royal libation of blood
Waterfalls of red fall from the pyramid
Producing lakes of blood
Covering pits full of corpses, piled a hundred high
Ritual sacrifice on a vast scale
Never seen before or since
Communion with superior beings
The gods are thirsty, they must be fed
With a steady supply of human hearts
And Crimson offering
The blood of sacrifice
For expiation, and perpetuating life
To honor the gods
Of the earth, and the rain, and fire
The horror, the honor
Surrounded by the unworthy
Spread eagle on a round stone
Content to die
Waterfalls of red fall from the pyramid
Producing lakes of blood
Covering pits full of corpses, piled a hundred high
With an obsidian knife
Chests are cut open, they're still alive!
Removal of still beating
Removal of still beating hearts
Blood flows like rivers
Bodies tossed to the bottom
One hundred high
So the sun will rise
Through a process of absorption and conquest
Rituals of blood to appease the divine
Offerings of life
To feed the gods' hunger
Captured in battle or from tribute
The war god is especially thirsty
To invoke the spirits of the sun and war
Prevention of plague, defeat, and famine
A scene of darkness and death
To ward off the fury and wrath
9. Caught Devouring
Left as five, returned as one
Searching for bounty
Their findings are plentiful
Greedily, he wants all for himself
He kills the others in their sleep
Low on food, or perhaps a twisted fetish
He eats their remains,
Then blames the four men's death
On nature
On weather and wolves
Bodies supposedly maimed
By wild scavengers
But skeptics want more proof
Of how they died
Not believing
The possible
Anthropophagus
All are exhumed
For more research
Studies on the skeletal corpses
Tell a very different story
Butcher-like cuts on bone
Skulls fractures from hatchet wounds
[Repeat]
On weather and wolves
Bodies supposedly maimed
By wild scavengers
But skeptics want more proof
Of how they died
Blows and cuts
To consistent between them
No animals could have left these marks
Found guilty of the murders
And sentenced to death
The first cannibal
Caught with forensic science