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 Я никогда не думал, что в России так могут играть Death-grindcore. Это просто безумие – дебютный альбом группы получился настолько великолепным, что и не верится что это сделали наши земляки, просто угарный саунд в лучших традициях металла – тяжесть, скорость и вдобавок еще и техника никого не оставят равнодушным. Честно сказать, трудно было поверить, что Suffering – россияне, ибо такого релиза еще не выпускала ни одна группа в России. Но при ознакомлении с командами, повлиявшие на творчество Suffering, сразу становится понятно, что эти ребята прослушали почти всю элиту death metal сцены, результатом чего и был рожден этот шедевр. Альбом слушается на одном дыхании – все песни доведены до совершенства. Несмотря на то, что все они короткие в их содержании содержится настолько много всякого разнообразия – просто диву даешься. Зверская агрессия подтверждается высокоскоростными барабанами, отдалбливающие безумные бласт-биты, сумасшедшими риффами во всевозможных вариациях: безостановочное “хождение” по грифу, соляки и невероятные пассажи наполняют стену музыку непосредственным разнообразием, а адско-низкий гроулинг выводит весь саунд на невероятно-недостяжимый музыкальный уровень, не только в России, но и за рубежом – они наведут немало шума там. Тексты песен пропитаны гибелью человечества, насилию и сексу – будет что почитать на досуге. В общем - уникальный российский релиз, выполненный на высшем уровне профессионализма (Morbid Angel, Nile, Berzerker, Lock Up), пропитанный до мозга костей неприкрытой брутальностью, поражающей своим существованием (Россия). Это должен иметь каждый фанат брутала. |
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I’ll shoot this fuck tonight
Your head will be my trophy
The object of my pride
You’ve turned to beast
You want to eat
I’ll get my gun
To kill you now
Tonight, tonight
Your corpse, my pride
Tonight, tonight
Good bye and DIE!!!
02. Farts
sucking my dick
fucking your ass
you fart...fart...fart...
leaking my nuts
fucking your cunt
you fart...fart...fart...
too fucking farts
farts...farts...
too fucking farts
during the sex
during the sex
you do it again
making me laugh
this is the love
03. Return To Shit
bodies dormant peacefully
i want them to disappear
i want them to return
return to shit
i'll stay here for a while
until somebody will come for me
to hang, crucify, stab to death
or just fucking shoot me down
but until this moment
there will be pain and torment
time to pay for your words
time to pay for your deeds
pay to me, only me
object, subject, misfit, regect
i spill gasoline in your mouth
even when you barf
then i throw a burning match
in your throat, hated batch
disease reverberates
i like this sound
04. Bastardhead
To devour within your mind
And no more you breathe
Once they told you it is save
Jammed the heart and seed
Bleeding nature – bastardhead
Eyes can see no more
All existence goes to death
Life that was before
05. Old Shit
burn my ass
burn me all
but don't touch shit
my old fucking shit
i've been growing my shit
for a long time
i don't need your kal
i'm just having mine
old shit laid in the loo
old shit is nothing new
kill my ass
kill me all
but don't touch shit
the old
my putrid...shit
old shit is laying in the loo
what you'd like to do
06. Minimum bliss, maximum suffering
laying on the coffin
you're waiting death
through the violent sex
...the gooey sex
sex - minimum bliss
fuck - maximum sex
sex - maximum suffering
suffering...suffering
feel the conquered dick
in your eyes...
in your ears...
in your mouth
...your fucking mouth
bliss - maximum touch
touch - maximum sex
sex through the death
through the violent death
making me laugh
you're sucking limbs
making me fuck
your minimum bliss
bliss - maximum fuck
fuck - minimum bliss
minimum bliss
minimum bliss
minimum bliss
YOUR MINIMUM BLISS
suffering of the dead
making me laugh
suffering of the fucked
making me fuck
you are dead now motherfucker
07. Torn Vulva
bombed atomic in the flesh
on the place of vulva
making slowly dead and one
will return to cunt
torn vulva
in my hands
what i'm doing now
crazy, madness, victory
i am eating in the end
of pain
place - is not another place
throw to your fucking face
your torn vulva
08. Cemetery Guard
At night they stand
With spear and axe
New blood arrives
From land of ache
Ever invisible
Forces of life
Give peace to ones
Who have died
Step by step fading
Some try hard to rob
For soul is immortal
When body is numb
09. Fishing
We go to fishing
…fishes swim
We catch the fish
But it won’t let us eat them
Stupid fishes
We got a hundred pounds
Of dynamite, TNT, explosives
Lighter flash, water splash
I hate fish; it’s just so fun to me
10. Where Blood Is Cold
The end is near
And world is old
So we all hide
Where blood is cold
COLD!!!
Through life we fade
And burn our souls
Self-sucking vampires
Self-eating ghouls
GHOULS!!!
Damned not to die
11. Slow Injection
guess! what i do
in the fucking tomb
know! i am brave
just to be in grave
being from the land
of the stupid dicks
i am lonely in the grave
built it outside bricks
slow injection
just to acid wall
not for me, not for you
i am alone
fuck the bodies corpses
i can't it image
what to do, i don't know
i am just alone
alone to be the corpse
with virgin in my head
from inside
from the grave
from the torment hell
catch-catch
just it caught
catch-catch
not ignore
i am alone
12. Nuclear Masturbator
it is my birthday
and from this day i'm ten
you brought me a gift
you're my best friend
it is a nuclear masturbator
it jerks my dick
and when i cum
you leak my scum
it is your birthday
and from this day you're ten
i brought a gift
'cause i am your bestfriend
it is a nuclear masturbator
it looks like dick
and when you cum
i leak your scum
13. Orgasmic Carnage
so much orgasms
of the masturbating
human
no more bodies
no more genitals
the carnage
of the century
creation of the orgasm
is just a sexy way
provide your life
from the... - insane
14. Train To The Womb
all my spermatozoa
are going to the womb
of the bound body
intangible friends
of mine
with the smile
they're so happy
they're so lucky
looking from the train
train to the womb
train from urethra
the train has gone away
it is not problem
for my penis
for your womb
for your fucking cunt
train...train...train
full of the sperm
train...train...train
of the spermatozoa
train...train...train
full of the sperm
train...train...train
the bloody spermatozoa
let space your legs
i'm just coming
15. Blood-Written Manifest
You don’t listen
What I say
Bread and salt
Wine and flesh
Skin, flesh, bone, dust
Skin, flesh, bone, dust
This is empty
What you take
Justice – bullshit
Small price to pay
Skin, flesh, bone, dust
Skin, flesh, bone, dust
Solve this problem
Solve right now
Don’t ask why
Just solve somehow
Yeah!