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 Практикующие оккультисты и по совместительству – блэк-метал коллектив, техасцы Absu выпустили двойной сборник раритетов – альтернативных версий, песен с редких мини-альбомов, каверов, и концертных записей, записанных с 1991 по 2001 годы. Последний на данный момент релиз команды, если не считать двух-песенной (!!) концертной записи 1997-го года, "L'Attaque Du Tyran", выпущенной в 2007.
Диск 1
Композиции 1-3 и 7-8 представляют собой очень неплохой, интересный, местами помпезный (без клавиш) блэк с разных альбомов и сборников. Трэки 4-6 – демонстрация раннего прошлого Absu - хороший, но не слишком оригинальный дэт, и шустрый, и качовый. Единственное, что действительно вставляет, так это вокал - очень низкий и утробный.
Треки 9-11 – неизданные версии материала 4-х песенного мини-альбома "Hallstattian Swords". Что именно планировали сказать этой записью Абсу, мне не совсем понятно. По сути, эта какая-то разновидность эмбиента: инструментальные симфонические вставки, лязг стали, синтезаторная музыка, сопровождающая звуки битвы, стоны и ржание лошадей.
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1-4 кавера Mayhem, Possessed, Iron Maiden, Destruction.
5-8 концертные треки с разных европейских и техасских концертов 93, 95, и 97 годов. В начале первого трека вокалист орет дурным пидорским голосом, что «неплохо бы заценить хотя бы один косячок»... и начинается молотилово. Довольно организованное и музыкальное, но все же... Атмосфера хороша, а вот качество записи – так себе. Барабаны лучше всего. Несмотря на всю техничность (которую у Абсу нельзя не заметить), больше всего напоминает «живые» треки с «Prepare for War» Darkthrone. Парадокс! Несмотря на все это, очень даже можно рубиться!
9-10 неизданные «вживую» записанные инструментальные треки.
Буклет содержит подробное описание каждого представленного трека, включая состав, место и дату записи. Также в наличии фотографии всех составов Абсу, начиная с 1991 года.
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ALLAXITOS!
My jewel is the lust from your kiss;
Your breasts made me the lover of the three-fold locus,
So take thy hand and join me for elixir,
And we shall ride the portentous serpent tonight.
Your five fold tongue has defiled me,
I'm stranded by the tree of Storax
Thus, we banish your unphallic wand,
In order to make our nexus ecstasy
MOONFIRE!
CUM TO ME.
ALLAXITOS!
CUM WITH THEE.
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
NEVER BLOW OUT THE EASTERN CANDLE!
FOREVER
Stone of Destiny
We are three high kings in honor.We are the midst of Dagda's spell -We are three armored forces, andWe are the gold-torqued leaders.Three wild horsemen:Three fearless in combat -Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yetThree clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Midhe...The leading, foremost tyrant -The subsequent tormentor, andThe past intimidator of Cythr¡ulAre impending."Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda?Will there ever be a better icon than myself?""In the yes of myself, I fervently speak."The trio goes out at dawn.Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants:Three of us versus three thousand: complete."In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream!""WE WILL ARRIVE AT THE STONE OF DESTINY." (Tara)"WE WILL REACH THE PERDITION OF IBID." (Cythr¡ul)INVINCIBLE: we are to their spears!INTREPIDLY: we occupy our posts!A FORECAST OF DESTINY!INVISIBLE: they are to their hands!INSOLENTLY: they amuse their own pride!INTERCHANGEABILITY: INNERCHANGEABILITY!"With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.I affirm each day for the men of the brave."[Repeat Verse]As our swords of steel, their mead, and courage are fused.Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch?On its trim are rings of pearls, polished.One seat remains near the jaded citadel.[First Supposition - Narration:]"The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way below Tara, as a matter of fact.Sometimes give as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed.""With the sway of myself, weather means disaster.I affirm each day for the men of the brave."[Final Supposition - Narration:]"The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are approaching.Being bound by a geis, the three have no choice but to stand against the feeble units.Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place where they arereceived by the deity Manann¡n and a courtly witch. Finally, they begin to walk up the steepgrassland of Tara, with wand and sword, which enables them to distinguish the truth from the lies."It is the chair for our Master of the Tor.It is embellished with bullion: marked.It remains on top of the lofty mound.It streams gray and silver lining.It will be an accolade given to us.That is, by the third of the last king.
…And Shineth unto the Cold Cometh…
Akhera Goiti - Akhera Beiti (One Black Opalith For Tomorrow)
Between the sunset's bloodstained veil,
Thy horned prospect reflects on me.
The he-goat above - The she-goat below
Cried through beads of mirrored tears
It fills the air ! - It fills the air !
An atmosphere that hath no key.
I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart
Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone
I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter
A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun
of which our lustful ways are performed.
Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol
Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol
Half of me is all of her
Hath no shower; hath no sol
Akhera-goiti
Akhera-beiti
Fantasies I realized
Dance of thorns, I thrive
For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself.
"We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."
Akhera Goiti – Akhera Beiti (One Black Opalith for Tomorrow)
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
The last of Ka drifts across the river
- Our sky outside has not been named.
Two Ugalla-demons start their battle
- Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
- Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
- Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
[Chorus]
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
Ea's eye is the way........
[Repeat 1st Verse]
[Lead: Shaftel]
[Bridge]
We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
and we'll search the battlefields,
in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust.
Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength,
so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses.
Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
but cannot fill our veins with venom.
We warned you twice:
"WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!"
"SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!"
"HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!"
"SHINE!"
[2nd Verse]
Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen,
So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
...AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH...
Deathcrush including Silvester Angfang (Mayhem cover)
Demonic laughter your cremation
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won't be
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil's rotten hand you'll see
I come forward
Deathcrush
I'll send you to your maker
I'll send you to your death
Death nicely crucified
Death, heads on stakes
The barbeque has just begun
Deathcrush - Deathcrush - Deathcrush
Crush - Crush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Deathcrush
Swing of the Axe (Possessed cover)
Ripping tearing slashing the axe
The blood starts to flow the axe of pain
Running for safety eyes start to bleed
Red is the sight of evil pain
Swing of the axe the curse is on you
Returning to take you away
Swing of the axe your evil deeds
Friend of Satan he will succeed
You had your choice
You chose your ways
You took the devil he's wrong
Your mind is mistaken
Your soul has been taken
Your brain's been twisted and lost
I can see
The river of flames
Where you'll be cast and thrown
Heavens of fire
At Satan's desire
Hell is now your home
Sin after sin
Your brains are crushed in
This is the way that you want
Wrong from the start
You weren't so smart
Making the choice that will haunt
Bestial Invasion (Destruction cover)
early morning, mankind sleeps
there´s a roaring in the air
inpenetrable fog
thunder rolls and lightning strikes
hell storms ,rush over the earth
but there´s no rain
hell storms ,rush over the earth
Bestial Invasion
fog cleared up, people scream
they won´t believe that the evil takes control
hell storms ,rush over the earth
Bestial Invasion
your time is out, obsession spreads
death rules, satans law is in command
jesus christ exists no longer
you better pray to the new lord
cause he´s almighty obey him
The Winter Zephyr (…Within Kingdoms of Mist)
One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon.
`Cause we're here to make an oath and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon.
Our stratosphere turned dark; however, the Western winds never stopped blowing.
All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands, and make our own
way.
[Chorus x 2]
Ignite the wroth flames -
3 fires to the sky
Before the violence,
We stand before the most, wild beast.
We'll rape the peace.
Once again,
We summon you,
To join us all!
Standing upon the sand of the shores was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars.
She worships the dragon above, which exalts impiety in that wild beast.
Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us.
If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within
kingdoms of mist.
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon)
Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun)
The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair - 3 MORBID SCREAMS!
Highland Tyrant Attack
"You will hear my commands when cries never fade!"
"I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!"
"I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!"
"I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!"
The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne.
"My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed.
Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers.
"The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war.
Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand).
The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to
fight).
The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes).
He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table).
[Repeat 1st Three Verses]
[Bridge]
"Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!"
[Chorus]
THIS IS THE HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies.
HIGHLAND TYRANT ATTACK!
[Recapitulation]
"Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!"
"We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!"
"Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!"
"We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!"
"We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!"
"...But is our king still sitting at his table?"
[Lead: Shaftiel]
The Thrice is Greatest to Ninnigal
The detestable xul
Is chained to Ninnigal
Acknowledge the prayers
Subsequent to earth
The seventh gate of Nana-
'Outcry thy sin!',
While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide.
Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee.
Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures
An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again.
Ostentation of your heart is
A heart filled with lunar parallaxes
If you look,
The elders anticipate the arrival
...Of the black and amoral innocents
If you look,
The Celestial Pantheon will burn
...Burns the prediction of persecution
The Coming of War
Evil
Summoned to war
Eternal conquest for power
Gathering armies of death
To fight and kill at will
Sinister weapons of war
Piercing metal and man
Warriors
Mounted on steeds
Ride out into the mist
Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest
Endless
Eternal Pain
Thousands die for a king
Wretched
Weary souls
Raging battle never ends
Hatred
Inflicting death
Destroying the weak at heart
Eternity
Becomes less
War has drawn to an end
Overthrown
The emperor falls in defeat
Great halls
Crack and decay with neglect
Dethroned
He cries out in vengeance
Impaler
Mark is words of death
Shadows
Crusades of the past
Triumph through the fog
Sunsets drip into dusk
Flows like blood on my blade
Massacre the feckless breed
Dismiss all empty thrones
Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair
Awaiting
The signal to attack
Swords clash and men fall to their death
Aimless pawn
Only to die by my hand
Battle cry
Blood stains upon his chest