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 Кто бы мог подумать, что одни из провозвестников эпохи грайнда 80-х через три года после дебюта выпустят совершенно дэтовый альбом, да еще и с заступом на думовые территории? Очень похожей была и ситуация с чистокровными дэтстерами - англичанами из Benediction, которые тогда выдали два медленных атмосферных релиза… Blood, похоже, коснулась та жа тенденция, что и соучастников по бесчинствам – Napalm Death и Carcass, которые постепенно уходили от теряющего свои позиции грайнда в набравший полную силу дэт-метал. Он вышел у Blood архаичным, чуть наивным, мрачноватым и местами стеснительно-мелодичным. В общем, немножечко отставшим от моды тех лет, но весьма аккуратным.
Вот были времена!.. Времена, когда Чарльз Шульдинер еще не повзрослел и не предал настоящий, бескомпромиссный дэт-метал ради интеллектуальных заигрываний с бесполым трэшем. Времена, когда атональные и какие-то неправильные релизы Morbid Angel еще не вывели стиль на новый уровень. Когда размашистые Autopsy колесили по миру и сотрясали площадки громоподобными жутковатыми композициями. Вот тогда Blood чувствовали себя комфортно, и ту же эпоху попытались воскресить в 1992 году. Только американцы Autopsy играли отвратно-грязный дэт-грайнд, а немцы – аккуратно-простой и задумчивый, как и положено вошедшим в возраст, но не отступившимся от прежних идеалов ветеранам. Ведь Blood тоже, в общем-то, повзрослели и остепенились, и различия между ними конца 80-х и ними же, но ближе к середине 90-х хорошо видны. Этот угловатый дэт-метал не собирается никого продавливать тяжестью, терзать уши бластовыми очередями или угнетать болезненными сменами ритма. Может быть единственное, что сохранилось действительно неизменным – это набравший полный рот гальки гроулер да пещерная атмосфера. Blood существуют как бы сами в себе, самозабвенно и безразлично к окружающему миру нарезая нечто из наследия Celtic Frost, Sarcofago, “Напалмов” и прочих авторитетов былых лет, только на «смертельный» манер. Мелодика этих работ настолько наивна, но старательна, что самое время пустить слезу. Даже я прослезился… |
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The feebleness of your body - impossible to study
They tell you what to do - personality is cut in two
You're a victim of lies - ...BUT NO ONE CRIES
Weakness - disease - misery - for me
Million eyes look at you million things becoming true
Things of passion things of crime - Life is unreal so waste your time
Pain is slipping very deep - you fall in endless sleep
3. The Last Words
Gather around so I can tell you
What will happen to you in days to come
First you must paint all in black
And pay with eyes - look out for his plans -
They don't end with one mans death
Some guys are climaxed in the ministry of jesus
You have betrayed and murdered the righteous ones
No, beware of this words - full of holy spirit
Look up to heaven and see - the glory of god
And jesus standing at hid right hand .....
Don't follow their last words in the face of death
While they were stoned him he prayed
Lord jesus, receive my spirit - then he fall asleep
The hope of eternal life -
Isn't only tied to the one person of jesus christ -
he's crucified maggot mealed corpse
Sacrified in the first chapter
Of satanic ceremonies
4. Scares Of Soul
You do so cool - you are the boss
Listen to hard music - look the bloody films
Laugh about catastrophes - be happy when men die
Like the execution - and so the abortion
Feel the horrible SCARES OF SOUL
Their existence is eternal
In the night you hear the owl
Your shower is supermal
In the night you dream - of love and safety
No one talks to you - no friend, ever be alone
When you arrive everywhere - others left this place
So no one is here - only you in your fear
THE SCARES OF SOUL forever
You can't discribe their existence
The truth be offered never
You're nobody acceptance
5. Damnation
DAMNATION - of your past
Stigmatized of gone activities
Society don't forgive your faults in younger years
You hate the state
Political activities aren't important for you
But everyone asks you for your public opinion
DAMNATION
Are you right answer
You don't fit in their political scheme
DAMNATION
The public domain is not your territory
Something goes wrong in the social-gathering
You aren't the only one who made rags
DAMNATION
But people call you nauseous
Aren't they disgusting themselves
Aren't they damned by their past
Aren't alone as you are alone
6. Harass
As soon as torn from womb until death
I'll stand in your way
Setting a barrage to these souls
Which christian and holy
Locked the doors to your refuge
Keep one's eye on all fellow-believers
Prepare for bloodshed to the final punishment
Wickedness has haunted christ-possession
HARASS believer ..... delete lord's prayer
Engrained wicked ..... god dethroned
HARASS believer ..... enmity of fraud
Engrained wicked ..... enthronization
7. Final Chasm
[instrumental]
8. Join Stock Company
The cannibalism of capitalists
Gobbles the poor and week
Thei health is your suffering
All activities go out to one goal
Power, control, might and money
A company of death
The cooperation of corruption
Mercyless slaughter of the innocent
The JOIN STOCK COMPANY
Looking for new market-gaps
To eliminate rivals
If you aren't able to compete they also taste you
Like feasting million of others
Mould up everything then drop like a hot patato
Fatal exploitation will also reach you
If you won't open your eyes....
9. Dogmatize
I'm right, you're wrong - you're weak, I'm strong
Your words are dotage,
My mouth tells the wisdom
These are the men in the white jackets
In hospital
DOGMATIZE - shut up, and be quiet
The doctors life - the patients death
DOGMATIZE
Rip this at arm, cut that leg -
Ampute this hand, open this head
Infections, tablettes and inhalations,
The people becoming things
Slaves of the medical practioners....
DOGMATIZE
10. Self Immolation
Engulfed in the flames
A mother and her unborn child
Too feeble to escape
In death the wife give life
Mummified flesh born of the deceased
A miscarriage such a misery of prenatal death
Embodiment of dead flesh
Procreated of her remains
A stillborn beloved child she'll never see
the dead freaks she begots
SELF IMMOLATION
...A sick way to die
11. Widow Path
March 1876 - the season of dead begun
A never ending fight between human and animal
The sun will raise the path
Between home and horizon
Whalers wife has to say good bye to their husband
A feeling of loneliness and uncertainty take place
Month after month - year after year
The see takes its victims
That's the path where the widows walk
That's the way where no one talks
The time is over - this season is history
Bread for a year or mourning for eternity
12. Be Doomed
Death - a world of pain lies in this world
Death - is eternal sleep
Death - is a silent man,
But he conquers everyone
Every step in life is a step towards death
Nobody escapes death if he hadn't escaped life
If there wouldn't be death
Nobody would apreciate life
Maybe one hasn't yet a name for it
13. Bought Beauty
The medicine marches forward
To a perfect of all organs
The life expectancy becomes bigger
To the total immortality
A body of silicon
The time of cloning has just begun
Die - you fucking freaks
Annihilate the BOUGHT BEAUTY
The ugly-faced rich
Bought new parts of their body
Through cosmetic operations
From head to feet
The reek of putrefaction is in you
The pulpy alied material starts to rot
The pulsating pap in your veins
Punish you for that wicked fault
14. Past Belief Cession
Dogmas of the past - thou holy might has faded
Traditional rites - misunderstood in modern days
Religions turn to helpless - the feeble is discovered
I came back from a journey to future
Walked through mists others couldn't move
Discovered things you can't imagine
The day will come you go through 'em
Death ... of millions
Funerals ... of millions
Continents ... swallowed by the sea
A god ... who left the world
False prophecies became true
The holy might has got nobody
PAST BELIEF CESSION has begun ... I'm nobody
15. Mass Distortion
Enter the stairs to this last hope
Never know what's hiding behind
Thought the flames and tortured corpses
Were illusions
But it's a mirror where you topple to the master
Ceremonies which crushed the altar
A priest in a shattered pulpit
Your simplicity for your feebleness
Will be punished for eternity
Take comfort ... you're not the only one
This suffering is for masses
Incarcerated in a building grizzled machinations
Never more a shelter ... your god is distorted
MASS DISTORTION ... the end in everlasting fire
16. The Greed
In danger to start a futile war
They think to make some sewer laws
Conceivable - false thoughts produce a reaction
Serious - be able to erase a civilasation
Thoughtful - to hope to get a peaceful life together
guess - what happens and better remember
Tantalizing and bled - THE GREED
The commonsense is captive of confused souls
The tale will often change their rolls
Determined of an authority mightier
as mankind will imagine
The power prevents the incurable corpse
The corpse of a technology who killed all humanity
Tantalizing and bled - THE GREED
17. Down To The Swamp
The swampy creatures - full of slime
Green and red of human bloody innards
Will raise the mangled torsos
There's no hope in everlasting haze
Down - this is the final settlement
To the swamp -
Goring the votaries of slipping mutants
is this our determination?
Shrinks our horrendous magalomania
DOWN TO THE SWAMP
It's the final settlement
18. Technical Abortion
Go and see the technical evolution
The world's full of computized things
See the washmachine, look at the record player
None has been made by hand
You buy the things and all looks good
But you mustn't wait too long
To see the shit TECHNICAL ABORTION
Now you only can throw them away
Mystic sounds of your TV - extreme heat of your rack
No mechanic could help you -
It's too complicated for all
It looks like programmed bombs inside the appliances
That blow up after the guarantee is lapsed
19. The Head Of A Dead Cat
20. Terroraise
Welcome to the TERRORAISE
The movies weren't enough
You got sick of all the fakes -
And now you want some blood
Pick up your hero place your bets -
I wonder who will die
TERRORAISE - life is so cheap
TERRORAISE - you must stay on your feet
Smell the sweat taste of blood - in your movie seat
Think of what the future holds -
When death is the retreat
Kids will grow up fat on violence -
Murder is the norm
And you'll be in the picture-show-
Like just another pawn
TERRORAISE