Grobodan

Aaa, dobro se setio Ovaj album me sve više oduševljava, koje karanje! 35 minuta ubistva.

Razmazili su me valjda svi ti dobri albumi sa pravom težinom koji su se slušali poslednjih meseci. Što bi bilo loše zašto? U pravu si da je karakteristično, ali na ovom albumu je baš došlo do izražaja, uzmi baš pesmu koju sam naveo i reci kako oni akordi bolesni mlohavo zvuče. Meni to iskreno baš smeta. Ovo je meni plus, u današnje vreme besomučnog napucavanja minutaže bez realno potrebe konačno da neko u 40 minuta kaže sve što ima, to ću uvek pozdraviti. Baš su Watain propali u tu zamku, i dobro je što se DsO nije zajebao. Meni ne uošte, previše bi ga vezivalo za SMRC. I ostajem pri tome da mi je sredina još uvek teška nekako, početak me napali pa se polako pustim i kraj me trgne. Videćemo sa još slušanja da li će mi leći.

Moram opet da uletim: niti je on slušao thrasha niti ti blacka (pod "slušao" ne podrazumevam da voliš jedan i po bend iz pravca već da kontaš o čemu se tu radi) pa vam je rasprava skroz jalova. edit: da se poklonim ovoj albumčini:

Kakav samit muzičkih genija... Tema je otišla u pidu materinu, zovite me kad se opet bude birao album godine.

Meni se baš to ne sviđa, serem se na svu filozofiju i crnilo ako gitare zvuče kao pikljavi kurčići. Recimo kako bi Wings of predation dobro zvučala sa jačim gitarama...

Mnogo je to žestoko za tebe. Btw dobar si mi šlagvort dao svojim wimpovanjem - na novom DsO mi se ne sviđa zvuk gitara, skroz su pikljave i mlitave. Više bih voleo neki Ordo sound.

Odmah mi se više ne sluša album.

Je li neko naleteo na link za bonus pesmu sa albuma?

Sargeist - Let the devil in

Kakav video bog te jebo! Konačno dobar metal spot.

Vidi ovog proletog crnogorskog raspopa kako laje... Težak mi album u sredini, početak i kraj super.

Ne znam šta da vam kažem, meni se baš sviđa, a i Cotoha mi reče isto. Valjda tu emociju mogu da osete samo ljudi iz Podrinjskog okruga, šta li...

Ja sam slušao taj Ondskapt desetak puta i kurca nisam zapamtio, a o Watainu imam sve lošije mišljenje kako vreme prolazi, ne mogu album ceo preslušati pa bog. FM isto tako. DsO mi deluje daleko najbolje od cele priče. Poslednja rečenica? Pa preveo si čisto da imaš i ti da uživaš, da se ne cimaš svaki put

Sranje od albuma IMHO, ne ljuti se o nepostojeći. Hvala Gojku na trudu. Mada kurac bi se trudio da mu ne treba.

Evangelia heretica audio CD

Kolega Sadomatore, moj komentar se više odnosio na pičkaste pozere religious BM scene a ne na DsO, koji je jedan od retkih bendova da je ostao da vredi odatle (katastrofalni fail Wataina, FMist i Ondskapt). Novi album sam tek 2x prešao i oba puta sam bio preumoran ali dojmi mi se zanimljivo, ali što reče Morbid - neka sud da vreme.

Da, skroz bezveze, ja bih ga čak i zamenio za standard edition ali žao mi, kad jenom uđe item u kolekciju teško mi da ga odbacim.

Ja imam taj, šta vam je tu lepo? Okej, pakovanje je super, ali unutra su 3 promo diska (to se samo tako može nazvati) i buklet bez lirika. Bačenih 20 evra.

Ceo akustični set sa MTVja, ako neko ovo nađe u audio formatu neka ostavi link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4Q2c4s6xAU&feature=player_embedded http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFvrZye6kBI&feature=player_embedded

Šuri Black witchery baš kako treba, kraljevi usisivača

A, reci. I ja sam hteo taj, ali ulete ovaj za neke bagatelne pare pa rekoh, 'ajde.

Što?

Što mrzim kad ljudi stavljaju razmak pre interpunkcijskog znaka a ne posle, a ja moram da ispravim njihove radove.

Deathspell Omega – Paracletus (lyrics) …anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Espirit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abime, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum Twon glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal would could conceil (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les belements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il soit possible de supposer une seul plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans le impossibles exils ou s’accroupit le Consalateur… …The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu! Implemini Spiritu Sancto Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the eart Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously thourgh endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom La mince clameur de ces etres iniques et inabsous Plearant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Encharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie! En vérité, nou sommes les Saints de la pénurie! Thy bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and lose substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assailli par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphenes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulful your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? Waht concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branc! …Ecoutez les tres étouffé, le tres lointain, le tres pale gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear bed expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the abscence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in calrity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule ame serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rjoice, for tonight it is an eerie brith that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in choatich convulsions You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE…

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