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Tvangeste
« Damnation of Regiomontum »
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| 1 | From Nameless Oracle 12:59
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| | 2 | Angel's Retreat 08:30
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| | 3 | Damnation of Regiomontum 11:00
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| | 4 | Thinking... 08:54
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| | 5 | Born to be King of Innerself 08:58
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| | 6 | Outro 01:26
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| | Total playing time 50:21 |
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Michael Chirva - Vocals, guitars
Victoria Koulbachnaia - Keyboards, pianos
Nikolay Kazmin - Guitars
Vano Maioroff - Basses
Guest appearance by:
Olaa - Female vocals
Anna - Cellos and violins |
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Recorded, mixed and mastered at TV4 Studios by Alex A., Kaliningrad, Russia
(June-September of 1999).
Produced and arranged by Tvangeste.
Executive producers: Michael Chirva and Vano Maioroff |
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| 1. From Nameless Oracle
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe]
At the final glorious battle
Sons of human they will know
What's the point of being human
Through the fight with sons of mind
Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos
Have no fade to get some po |
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По совету доброго человека из форума скатал с сайта Tvangeste их альбом и не жалею об этом. Очень неплохой black-metal из Калининграда с длинными (5 трэков на 50 минут), скоростными, но при этом совершенно не давящими на мозги композициями. Клавишное вступление и/или окончание почти у каждой композиции, цепляющие мелодии и солирующая электрогитара. Вокал блэковый (не особенно хороший, правда), английский, иногда вылезает речитатив а-ля Cradle Of Filth и женский вокал, очень напоминающий Kronos Quartet. К сожалению, качество записи если и не загубило, то основательно подпортило неплохую работу ритм-секции. В целом, мне понравилось, хоть иногда возникало ощущение, что где-то я это уже слышал. :) |
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Тоже случайно вышел на эту группу и был приятно удивлён.
Вполне достойный альбом. Композиции, конечно, длинноваты (от 8 до 13 минут), но не однообразны. Темы меняются по несколько раз в течение одной вещи. А какие мелодии,
сколько музыки. Отличные гитарные соляки. Про клавиши уже сказано предыдущим товарищем - вполне согласен. Местами проскакивает старый добрый хеви. Рекомендую любителям скоростного мелодичного блэка. |
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Альбом «Damnation of Regiomontum» и само понятие «качество» - это абсолютно противоположные вещи. По сравнению со вторым альбомом, здесь в песнях просачиваются интересные идеи: довольно-таки сильная (хоть и немного затянутая) «From Nameless Oracle»; в песне «Damnation of Regiomontum» очень понравилось медленное вступление и русскоязычная лирика в конце; ну и, наконец, очень красивая (особенно женские вокальные партии) «Born to Be King of Innerself». Но вся эта красота выполнена в отвратительном качестве: гитары представляют из себя гул; вокал – так себе (как его можно сравнивать с вокалом Dani Filth’a?); драм-машина – это вообще «финиш», её не нужно описывать, это надо слышать! Единственное, что звучит на альбоме по-человечески – это клавиши.
Вот слушаю я данное творение и не могу понять, как можно называть группу Tvangeste лучшей отечественной блэк-метал-группой, когда у нас есть Demons of Guillotine, Sunchariot, Forest Stream (в особенности) и т.д. То есть, группы, играющие в подобном стиле, но в сотню раз более оригинальный и интересный материал, а также гораздо более профессиональные и качественные.
Поэтому, что касается группы Tvangeste, то мой ответ - «НЕТ»! |
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In the days of fight to death
Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven
Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala
Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals
Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie
And when the half of everything came,
When the battle pass thought the top of horror violence
Seven Atl'aman came from the dark valley of Earth
And the chaos hadn't power to sign'em
There was the sons with eyes full of fury passion
Of there world and the languages gave the softness of their hearts
These are by the command of Atl
Standing up at the head of the army
These are by the command of gods
Will invite everyone
Seven as one they will take
Old the sons of humanity
To the
Final attack with the darkness and weakness of mind
Shall we do know
what's the point of holy visions?
Want to try?
Are you ready for blind?
Shall we do know
what's the point of crying and tears?
Want to see are you ready to fill?
Shall we do know
What's the point of freedom and power?
Want to see?
Are you ready to lose?
Shall we do know
What's the points of honour and bravery?
Want to try, are you ready to die?
No.......................
One! Will be down!
Will lost! The everything!
Great Pendulum! Will reel! Again!
Everlasting pain! Do not! Leave them!
Hold! By power of the wheel!
At the hopeless deadly lines!
You're as the stars now,
Of ineffable creation.
Fell down, to wail yourself
Roaming though the dusk dimensions.
Here, in the highlands,
Battle will complete at last.
Visionary dream,
Become a horror weapon
Here, at crossing sides
Two forces tell the truth
Of the innocent meaning of lies.
Come here, sit here Return your will
Things are blink now, visions make you to heal
Sleep now, rest now,
You're lost your wings
Dream is real now indulgence in foolish it means
[Vanoe's monolog]
In the deepest dream going human sons, timely touches
They great power, timely slides over it
And didn't know what was that visionary meetings
Blazing in the sacred spirit.
Losing memories of the being, they had
To woke the ability of magic nature...
Because times by times the heaven over the mankind
Will stay purely and cold as the phantasmal dream.
Only little sparks of light are blinking somewhere.
It will wake up and recall the hole sorrow madness of the dream.
Blazing...small fire begins to grow up...
Yes, too small but it's real fire
A little hope that dreaming wouldn't go any longer.
Slowly...slowly...the other sparks of fire
Get the mists of Dragon Lore
...now look! Answering to mists of lore another sleepers
Begin to dreamed worry
Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven
Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the rising of Patala
Let the fury comes, to clean the wild minds of mortals
Let the powerful swords with hostile crash the temples of the lie
2. Angel's Retreat
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe]
During lost times I've been
Reject myself.
During lost times the slimly holders
Suck me.
I've been looking for the mysteries
Hiding here,
Searching for the source of ancient lies.
There were dreams beyond reality,
Take to the mists of beaming skies,
There where evanescent means eternity,
You will be at loss before your fight.
You're should be dawn...
Weak, in fear, you think you are the lord?
Breathless, in sacrilegious as rat
You had to grope.
Shy, in tears, you're going to the trap,
Giving by your faithless.
'n' now you're retreat.
Come, down here,
What are my mistakes, Angel?
Mind is blind,
What is the price for truth, Angel?
Why must you listen the blames
Against the sacred Nature?
Why must you believe in the lie
That makes you to scare to...
3. Damnation Of Regiomontum
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]
Clouds hide the sun
Fire blinds my eyes
Smell of death around of me
Like a shadow...
Only sword in arm
Sorrow in my heart
Only hatred in my mind.....
GROUND of my land have now became red
It can't take the blood anymore
Shouts of dying like an echo
of the greatest tragedy come to my land
With the servants of alien god...
Regiomontum a garden on ashes
I roam in your infernal shadows
And only moonlight shines my mournful way
Regiomontum new life on the site of fire
Town the phantom in a fog of centuries
As a shelter of souls, crippled in sacred war...
For the name of goodness and love
Drowning in blood of the innocent people
For the name of goodness and love
Orphaned land, life transformed in ashes
When you'll lay down in a bed of Death
Ridden by fear of Uncertainty
Think of your life before you'll draw your last breath
Think of your sins in reality...
Christian
Christian
It's not rain that has spilled from the sky
It is tears of my people
It is not the rivers with pure water
It is the rivers of blood of my people
Now all of us are dead
There is nobody to raise children
There is nobody to harvest
Sacred fire has gone
Vaidelot's Sacred fire
The Land of our ancestors is grasped by the flame of war
The air is filled by bitterness
There is no the taste of freedom here anymore
Only grief about native ground
Only Unending rain and lonely warrior Mourn about
The Great nation exterminated for the name of goodness and love
4. Thinking...
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]
I heard a leaves whisper
In the cold autumn fores
When we were standing near
The bonfire and we were
Crossing our swords
Over its flame
I heard a peals of thunder
In the evening twilights
I saw a dying sun
Changing by Silver moonlight...
[repeat]
For Dying!
For Crying!
For Native Land!
For Profaned Fate!
Damned cross like a black shadow
Has came to my Land
Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die...
But better die standing with proudly holding up head
Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...
I heard peals of thunder
In the evening twilightsZ
I saw a dying sun
Changing by the silver moonlight
Wind brought to my earing
Wolf's wailing, lone and yearning
It was early in the morning
When I was sitting by the purling stream
And I was thinking...of my nation
Suddenly I heard the summon
"Time, Brothers! It's our time!"
We were straddling our horses
And we were to take
Our swears into Reality....
5. Born To Be King Of Innerself
[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]
Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods
But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them?
They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate?
They teach to be humble, submissive...
They grow the weak willed herd of sheep...
Hey! Proud nation!
Think what happens with your mind!
Who controls your own souls?
What operates your lives?
Hey! Proud people!
Where's your lost freedom?
Your thoughts and your words
don't belong to you any more...
Born to be Free...
Like wind in the skies...
Born to be Strong...
Now close Your eyes...
Proud name 'The Man'
Should not be lost
Remember...
Hold it in the memory
of your hearts
Thousands years they inspired you the fear of God's punishment
Rebels were burned in the fires
Thousand years they killed in you the sprouts of wisdom
No more! Brothers! Now is your time to rise!
Your God in Your Mind
You're owner of your soul, the master of heart filled by freedom.
Stop the Madness of lie, and use your best right
To use your best right
To be yourself!!!!