Mag hier jemand Death Metal oder kennt die Band Slugdge?
Die letzten drei Lieder dieses Albums haben mich echt umgehauen, als ich sie zum ersten mal gehört habe. Es ist letzten Monat erschienen. Bis dahin war es auf jeden Fall das in meinen Augen bisher beste Album des Jahres.
Putrid Fairytale:
Corrupt ignobility adorned in pilfered gold
Conceived in sewage by insipid lords of old
Inbred degenerates languish in squalid halls
Impotent and superfluous, unable to uphold
The basic tennets of the creed
Usurpers vie to supersede
A tired waning hegemony, long bereft of majesty
Self-righteous justiciars desire to purify
A world of lies, that seeks to purge the earth and sky
Licentious seditionists; gorge as your planet burns
From slime they came, and into slime they shall return
Praise the primordial poison pools that gave us form
To defy his decree, they dare to bite the hand that feeds
The custodians have become the abuser
Ignorant beings with arrogant ideas
They loose a hail of arrows
That scorch the eyes of all who gaze
But it won't save them from the hell that waits
Mythologised transcendance, a paradise is lost
No deliverence from the dire cost
They've chosen the form of the destructor
More of slime than blood
Their planet torn asunder by plutonium
Mercury rising, the surface scorched
They descend like rats into the bowels of earth
Digging like roaches through a mire
Of their own self indulgence
Caught in a web of fate
Too bloodless to escape
No god can save you now
For they have no power here
Within these ashen crypts
Of suffering and despair
The flame ignited in it's heart
A chain reaction tearing apart
Reaching the critical mass
The weapon of their futile vengeance
The eye, ablaze with radiance
That sears against your flesh
Dread rumbling in the deep
Signalling the impending death
Blinded by a caustic storm
The slamming of cyclopean doors
Held aloft the orb ignites
Nowhere to run now from the light
Now standing in the presence of a foe conceived by alien gods
Never again to feel the sun, it immolates you
The Lifeage of the universe, a wind that sweeps the world away
You feel the weight of every world bearing down on you
Salt Thrower:
Speak to darkness in your lowest ebb;
Only silence
There's no future, only past regrets
Meditate on them
Suspended in infinite blackness
So numb, agony is no distraction
Contempt for life replacing sadness
Is this clarity or madness?
Temporary energy and matter
The will to live is irrevocably damaged
A listless spirit wants to leave the world
Sweet oblivion
Vital essence grinding to a halt
We are all at fault
Falling from the creaking rafters
Pressure, so much worse than you imagined
Burning, death's umbilica unravels
Drifting from his sweet embrace
Gasping for breath, staring in the grave
Only fear, as what little light left fades
And on the pedestal, these words appear
"Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!"
Negated by the unbearable truth
All-consuming psychotic fugue
Fall to a lightless self-destructive end
For there is a monster in the heart of all men
Hearken to nightmares of futility enshrined
In sleepless terrors born of the mind
And upon the horizon of the waking world
Time stands still
Damnation is our destiny
Existence is disease
Our screams are the music of reality
Relinquish all your earthly bonds
And bow before the god of madness
Let him untether you from pain
Step outside the circle and be saved
Crippled by the triviality, the insanity of existing
A mockery; this master plan, crushed by the hand of fate
No solace in this hopeless cycle
At one with fear and the darkness
Attain mastery over shadow
Purge trepidation from your heart
Your adversary is within, these mental chains are your prison
Malignant love of your projected self; a toxic delusion
Chaos, decay, withering away
The sense of self, starting to fade
Limo vincit omnia:
High upon that blasted, fortified plateau
Within their sanctuary of salt and sorrow
Morbid throngs march to the call of umbral gods
Outside comprehension
Dark crusade, from deathless realm they came
To amalgamate dimensions
Certa enim gloria
Numquam non parata
Deus noster pro nobis
Limo vincit omnia
Tainted youth, catechized legions of untruth
Do they not yet comprehend?
Now ensnared by the web of their deceit
Acquiescent, servile, weak
This ritual of loathsome conjuration
Akashic machinations from shadow priests who utter
The gathas of Mollusca
That poisons our existence
Between purity and putrescence they draw power
The bloodshed of the ancestors
Forsaken dead
Sacrificed so the worlds might mend
All filaments have opened
The shadows bleed
Infinity spewing forth from the gaping breach
We shall dredge the depths of their pestiferous swamp
And the last bastion of light shall fall into ruin
Once besieged, the walls shall liquify beneath
The force of Rhaexorog's harrowing screams
Twin blasphemies; Kak and Ick shall come together
To rouse their father from the nether