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 Забавная команда – Blood. Они до сих пор играют тот самый неуклюжий дэт-грайнд, который начинался в волосатых 80-х и умер где-то на рубеже нового десятилетия. Не беда, что с того времени часть состава так и не успела отрастить патлы… Основные ориентиры стиля – мощь, простота, надежность, и чтобы без всяких заморочек и сюрпризов! Да и вовсе не для грайндеров, которые любят побыстрей, погуще и поэкстремальней, предназначен этот продукт. Скорее для тех, кто тогда же загонялся по Bathory, старообрядному немецкому трэшу и по всяким экстремальным диковинкам. Потому как границы безбашенности, установленные еще в древние времена, Blood по-прежнему не нарушает. Хорошая музыка для ностальгии… сдержанно-раздолбайская и пронизанная духом только зародившегося богохульного дэт-метала. В целом это работу можно назвать продолжением того, что было начато в «O Agios Pethane» (1993). Немцы подтянули технику исполнения, сделались аккуратней по сравнению с детским неистовством дебютного альбома и… все.
Все по-прежнему: периодически взбрыкивающий темп, умеренно ломаная структура, простенькие и нехитовые композиции, лупящая басовая бочка, дэтовая тяжесть и прямолинейный бласт. А еще медвежий, неартикулированный гроул, к которому изредка прилагаются эффекты в виде шепота, скриминга и воя – всего, что сможет изобразить вокалист без примочек. Музыка получается совершенно не злой и очень даже надежной. Об особых скоростях тут говорить не приходиться, о веселье и чумовом угаре - тоже. Наоборот же: немцы предельно серьезны, замкнуты и просты. Им нет дела до того показного буйства, что устраивает пресытившееся всем и вся нынешнее грайндовое сообщество. В этих неподатливости и нонконформизме, по их мнению, заключается настоящая экстремальность. И я с ними согласен: хороший, сатанинский грайнд – это то, что нужно. |
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is it her'sor is it your's?
above her body you read the bible - reverse!
die, die, die...
3. Euthanastic Inclination
Your euthanastic inclinations increase my request
and raise it upon the last reliefable level
Your euthanastic inclinations are embedded in white calla
and change death into a drunken end
the look back will compress the giddyness
with you in a mistof reminiscences
'cause it touches the hearth more intensly
than anything else was be
days grasp in days, years grasp in years
time is elapsing, fading, get scrace!
4. Blasphemy
three quarters of all europeans
associate with the cross high
religious ideas
and around that, it gives us
fun to desecrate these
blasphemy - hate god
victory - god is rot
we defy the public opinion -
that amuses us
we hit the prejudice from our
childhood - with our feet
we destroy them - that makes
us hot!
the black mass a normal person
couldn't understand,
also the sodomism and the
bestialism
Blasphemy - praise of satan, to
you in high heaven night
where one time you ruled in
hells night!
blasphemy - hate god
victory - god is rot
5. Die Leiche
auf dem teiche...schwamm eine leiche
sie schwabbelte nach links, sie schabbelte nach rechts -
sie war weiblichen geschlechts.
aufgedunsen zog man sie aus dem see,
den banch aufgeschnitten, aua das tat weh.
mit scharfer klinge trennte ihr gatte
die bruste ab und hatte eine latte.
die gedarme rausgequollen sind
sie liegen da - oh wie das stinckt.
drum fand man sie kurz nach der tat,
nur die bruste waren nicht parat.
die hat er noch im kuhlschrank,
vielleicht haben die schon gefrierbrand...
6. Bloody Season
a group of teens spent their holidays in a camp
of tents
every day they swam, played games and had
lots of fun
noparents who told them what to do
no father who told his rules
no school, no work - only sparetime and
freedom
it's a bloody season in the summer holidays
alone in the forest - bloody season
but then some of them were missed and found
dead
with knifes in heart and hedge - shears in the
eyes...
the remained ones ran away, but the murderer
was on every place
one by one he caught them and finished their
lives
it's a bloody season in the summer holidays
alone in the forest - bloody season
aaaaarghh
it's a bloody season in the summer holidays
alone in the forest - bloody season
7. The God You Save
if man insist on externizing his true self
in form of "god" then why fear his true self
in fearing "god"?
why praise his true self in praying god?
why remain externalized from god in order
to engage in ritual and religious ceremony in
his name?
stop the lies! stop the madness!
end the curse of an epidemic agent
the god you save may be yourself
rip up the bible, crush the crucifix
free yourself from conscience slavery
free yourself from christianity
beware your children of the church
for nevermore shall rule on earth
who's that god - who kill our friends
who's that jesus - never help
what's that priest - above our childs
what's that book - full of invented lies
the god you save may be yourself!
beware that shit which'll be your real hell
stop the lies! stop the madness!
end the curse of an epidemic agent
8. Unholy God
pray often and intense
as long, almighty satan let you live!
unholy god - unholy strong god
unholy, immortal god...
have mercy with all us poor sinners
and with the whole guilty mankind
give us blood of jesus chist
blood which get poored through his
crucifixion!
unholy god - unholy strong god
unholy, immortal god...
9. Dark Conscience
about your own dissatisfied
you fall in war with your outer world
a tremble and rage deep inside
unfold an immense meaness of nature
licentious hate cries for blood
be sparked off by your fury chairiched flesh
the seed of evil thrive inside a slitting
restlessness
frightened about your own thoughts
you never dreamt to think that kind of way
a sudden need for destruction
torments your conscience with self reproaches
deaf to outworld, dumb to the own awareness
blind for all beauty, your life seems to be
the only sin
dark conscience
that resound of emotions
plagues your brain, corroding your
mind
a crawling invincible violence
which you don't want to relief
this suffering went to extremes
into an enraged soul terror
if you can stand that fight
your conscience'll be revenged in
suicide
this suffering went to extremes
into an enraged soul terror
if you can stand that fight
your conscience'll be revenged in
suicide
about your own dissatisfied
you fall in war with your outer world
a tremble and rage deep inside
unfold an immense meaness of nature
licentious hate cries for blood
be sparked off by your fury chairiched flesh
the seed of evil thrive inside a slitting
restlessness
10. Wage War
you fucking pacifist - go home and lick
anyones butt...
you assholes - you think peace will come
over us
but they'll fuck your with the barrel of a
tank...
it's time to start war against all weak and
false idiots
blow you away - it's showtime!
wage war - not love
fight raw - not shallow
wage war - not love
you're lost in death's shallow
hear the howling of the sirens
feel the beat of the bombs
hear the grumble of the engines...
yuo are only a piece of pulverized shit
11. Bastard Son
yes, i fucked jesus at the cross
the nailed sucker, that whimpering bitch
the son of mary, the whore of god
father joseph a stupid slot
come, my jesus, suck my dick
drink the sperm and eat my shit
fuck with pigs, yuo weak fary
watch me fuck with mother mary
your father joseph masturbates at the corner
about his show up and dishourness
take my whips in forbidden pleasure
in leather coffs, my holy treasure
shut up!you weeping piece of spew
on your cross will fuck you too
my beats are strong, you strat to jell
isn't it the living hell?
my beats are strong, fell my pure hate
i hope it'll burn out your last faith!
bastard son
12. Maggotstorm
the moon always rises
when you are on the run...
you're hungry for flesh in decay
armed with weapon
armed with spade and hoe
looking for a megalithic grave
after dine with duke humphrey
pay homage to the corpse
an opulent meal lies ahead
open the coffin
rise to the bait
the person of hereulean stature
a storm of paguy maggots
gets also very hungry
now you are their living food!
the moon always rises
when you are on the run...
you're hungry for flesh in decay
13. Christian Holocaust
burn their churches - burn their cross
burn their bible - burn their god
burn their children - burn their wifes
burn their fucking jesus christ
burn their pope - burn their priest
burn their prayers - burn the vatican
burn the catholics - burn the protestants
burn them to ashes - from dust they come
burn the fucking christs
burn their churches - burn their cross
burn their bible - burn their god
burn their children - burn their wifes
burn their fucking jesus christ
hail satan!
14. Wie Krieger Sterben
harter stahl aum stoß bereit
der schlussel zur vollkommenheit
ein schrei zum letzten atemzug
der abschiedsgruß der helden
die klinge hat sein herz durchbohrt
al ser seinen mann gestanden
stirbt mit erhob’nem haupt den heldentod
ist vorbid seiner mannen
stolzer blick ‘gen feindesaug’
verlacht den sieg der gegner
aud der brust zicht er das schwert heraus
verlierer ist der sieger
sein blut fortan die erde trankt
sein haupt vorm tod jetzt niedersenkt
zum willkommensgruß der dunklen macht
die ihn rustet zur letzten schlacht…
gestant verfaulter leiber, schlachtgetos
das stoßgebet zu seinen weg
kindsgeschres – das seelenheil
schlachtgebrull – der lobgesang
15. Fuck Religions
I was born into a world which is build on
utopian rules and laws
written by men living in past ages
…and now I ask: don’t you see…
…that these laws can’t be translated to our
time!
A man who’ll save us all from all evil and
disease
a man who’ll heal us all from the “seven
deadly sins”
the oldest story about a superman not from
this world
who’ll free us from all badness to change
this planet in utopia
if you still believe that – go to church!
praise a story! pray to an invention!
holy an organisation living on your money
and punish with hypocrisy and blackmail!!!
for them you are just an enslaved cripple
of psychological
dependency stired up by an infected society!
free your minds – stay on your way
fuck religions – don’t sell your souls
don’t fall for anyone’s line
blessed’ll be all non-believers, only have
faith in you
fuck religions! amen!
16. Destroy Command
hail,hail…the warmongers screams
in the name of thy gods
forward into battle with the alliance of the
chaos-engine
grinding their enemies into pieces
drinking their warm blood
destroy command – they ablazed the fire
destroy command – people are in desire
hail, hail victory! spill the blood…hail and
kill – destroy command
with total power and might they ram down
the walls
of the weak castles
hail, hail victory! spill more blood…hail
and fucking kill!
destroy command
with total power and might they burn down
the symbols of christianity
hail,hail…the warmongers screams
in the name of thy gods
forward into battle with the alliance of the
chaos-engine
grinding their enemies into pieces
drinking their warm blood
17. Fleshhunger (Cannibal Ritual II)
sendi bought a farmhouse far away from
civilisation
surrounded by hills and trees
a nice place for tourists, sendi’s provisions
the travellers never seen again
they died for sendi’s need
lye dismembered in the shelves of his new deep
freeze
laid to rest to marinate, laid to rest to eat
human entrails and bodyparts
keep in stock this freeze
downstairs the basement
a sweet fekaly stench
sendi’s standing in the kitchen preparing
his birthday lunch
he lit his fireside
has invited all his friends
what will we’ve for dinner?
two baked tits with sauce made out of fresh
menstruation blood
laid to rest to marinate, laid to rest to eat
human entrails and bodyparts
keep in stock this freeze
18. Sinister Knell
don’t pay attention to the orders of the lesser
demons
when they force you to suicide
they are in everyone of us and it’s in your
possession
to let them out
you aren’t yourself, only a might of satan!
atomic war, nuclear disease,
no tomorrow, no yesterday
don’t walk towards your own grave.
don’t take a look down to hell
people are born, people died
to hear the sinister knell
don’t pay attention to the orders of the lesser
demons
when they force you to suicide
they are in everyone of us and it’s in your
possession
to let them out
you aren’t yourself, only a might of satan!
19. Execution
go out! hurry up!
now stand still and be quiet!
now time has come to pay the rent
to pay for all deeds you’ve done against the
masterplan
begin to dig and hurry up!
dig down deeper in the burnt earth
now take your clothes off! but don’t stop diggin’
shoot them! shoot them! in their faces
let their brains sput all over the place
let their blood sput all over earth
which is also soaked by their excrements
bury them, bury them! i can’t stand their stench
the bleeding bodies of daughters and sons
of bodies least apart by bullets
hurry up! have no regret
20. A Burial Place
When blackened shadows fill the streets with their
wets curses houses alive like ghosts
the graves of day inckily corpses awake
on their cheeks and lips glow the colours and signs
of life
behind their lids you see the eyes of death looking
they raise in restless rows to forget their own death
when the light died at dawn
then everything fades and burns out the glowing
of their colours
during the houses became grey
you see the shadow women hurry to their
burial places…
now once again they fall into an ancient
slumber
‘till the first sun beam enters the earth
but the houses had become grey
and you see the shadow women hurry to their
burial places…
21. An Orgy Of Blood At Forest Morgue
a day of filthy weather
a night of bloody rain
i’m addicted to my necrophiliac lust
forest morgue is my aim
the lust for crusty wounds – the lust for
rotten stench
the breath of decay – I succumb to my
gloomy delusion
an orgy of blood at the forest morgue
an orgy of dismembered dissected bodies
the choice is excellent
i wet my long knife, I wet my long dick
while I select my lovely corpse
the lust for crusty wounds – the lust for
rotten stench
the breath of decay – I succumb to my
gloomy delusion
an orgy of blood at the forest morgue
an orgy of dismembered dissected bodies