Deathspell Omega

[morbid god]

Fanatizam - emocija koju obeležava zanesenost, zaslepljenost, intenzivna posvećenost nekim vrednostima, uz spremnost za njihovu bezuslovnu odbranu ili na širenju tih vrednosti ili ideja kako na osobe, grupe ili institucije. Fanatizam skoro uvek uključuje spremnost i na lične žrtve, ali u izvesnim ekstremnim uslovima, spremnost na pojedinačno i masovno žrtvovanje drugih, posebno kada je u pitanju neka ideologija, vođenje ratova, verski i ideološki ekstremizam.

 

[Dioklecijan]

Pa DSO je to kao i svi svedski bendovi tog tipa.

[Grobodan]

Ja znam kome će SoM poslati promo link, a kad će da procuri ne bih umeo da kažem.

 

Mislim da SoM radi samo izdanje za Ameriku.

 

 

Kakavo je vase misljenje o starim radovima ovog benda jer mnim da su gologuzi prosjek???moji favoriti takozvane ortodoksije su opet neki drugi bendovi ali staro ovog benda je dosada....

 

Odlični su ti stari radovi, ali ipak ŠMRC...klasa...

 

i jos nesto kako vukcionise ovo sranje od pisanja moze li se izbrisat rijec posebno kad se pogrijesi il kako? nije valjda forum ovako lose izradjen...

 

Može, ideš na edit posta.

[morbid god]

picke dajte link za novi deathspell omega.

[oʞɾoƃ]

Neće ovo procureti pre 8.

[Grobodan]

Na kurcu te nosam.

[oʞɾoƃ]

Piše OSMOG, pizda ti materina nepismena, I hope you die.

[Grobodan]

Piše OSMOG

 

Na kurcu te nosam.

[morbid god]

E Grobe, jesi feget pokvareni. Zato te i volim.

 

Evo vam osam, na kurac vas nosam.

[morbid god]

I ovdjen.

 

DEATHSPELL OMEGA - PARACLETUS

 

 

1. Epiklesis I 01:42

2. Wings of Predation 03:43

3. Abscission 06:07

4. Dearth 03:47

5. Phosphene 07:03

6. Epiklesis II 03:06

7. Malconfort 04:57

8. Have you Beheld the Fevers? 02:59

9. Devouring Famine 05:09

10. Apokatastasis Pantôn 04:01

Total playing time 42:34

 

 

http://stg61.ifolder.ru/download/?20157589&aPUEQQz%2FTx62r2ZDG0U6ad0fpz9SOn0NTYy17xWSVZhMGZj0Z2dsig%3D%3D

[Grobodan]

Demon se ukazao od rane zore.

[oʞɾoƃ]

Mislio sam da idem na predavanja, al' sad me boli kurac.

[Grobodan]

So satanic...

[morbid god]

:haha:

 

Ja cu to veceras natenane. Ritualno.

[Talvi]

Kako se skida sa ifolder-a?

[BLAGOJE]

ne znam,pitaj ajlin.

[Guest Шејтанов Чобан]

Ево вам хотфајл

http://hotfile.com/dl/81177520/2dd29af/DeathspellOmega(2010).zip.html

 

и

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5ZB6PNEI

Edited November 8, 2010 by Шејтанов Чобан

[oʞɾoƃ]

Obrnuh album triput, 80% Fas, 10% SMRC, 10% novih ideja, taman da ne bude kopija prošlog. Dve stvari odmah upadaju u oči, prvo, da su vokali dosta raznovrsniji nego ikad ranije, i drugo, da su vratili u momentima malo one stare Malign Paradigm melanholije - pogotovo poslednja pesma je monument. Oduvek me je pizdelo što onaj prefantastični rif na kraju A Chore For The Lost nije dobio više mesta na Fas-u - sad je to ispravljeno. Eventualna mana je što kraće pesme, a Fas kompozicija znači da je album još teže varljiv nego ranije, trebaće vremena dok provalim sve ideje i rifove, prebrzo se slažu jedni preko drugih, ali sad-zasad je važno da nije podbačaj i razočaranje ni u kom smislu.

[oʞɾoƃ]

http://www.lurkerspath.com/2010/11/07/paracletus-the-trilogy-comes-full-circle/

 

Odličan tekst, pogotovo poslednji pasus:

 

Then silence. It is over. The trilogy has come full circle and Deathspell Omega have completed their masterwork after six years of labour. Paracletus explores so many horrifying vistas and glimpses into the unknown that you will feel completely drained. But rest assured, that will not stop you from spinning the album constantly on repeat. Engage and imbibe Deathspell’s esoteric majesty because it does not get any better than this. They are a band of OUR generation and one that will go down in history for revolutionising music whether they like it or not. No longer can anachronistic idiots hail the Norwegian Second Wave like it has never been bettered. It has been topped numerous times since and Deathspell Omega have finally nailed the coffin shut.

[Grobodan]

Taj poslednji pasus je smešan. "They are a band of OUR generation"!? Šta je ovo, proslava 10 godina maturice ili black metal? Provaljuje se da je pisao neki klinac koji je zakasnio na druženje sa velikim momcima Norveške, nije mu jasno baš bilo šta se tu dešavalo i brže-bolje se pridružio sledećem trendu. Generalno, zato je ta religiozna scena i propala, jer kad se ljudi više brinu kako da ispadnu što pametniji (u jednom takvom žanru, što je zajebano lečenje kompleksa samo po sebi) i da opljunu sve pre sebe (što su digli od Fenriza i Euronimusa circa '93) nego da pišu što bolju muziku drugačije i ne može biti. A i tužna je istina da je Mayhem samo jednim albumom zajebao sve u disonantnoj igri. Privlačnost metala nikad i nije bila u usložnjavanju aranžmana jer muzičari uglavnom i nisu dorasli teorijskim zahtevima već u less is more pristupu i transcendentnom rifovanju, ali jbg svako duži svoju kitu najbolje može.

 

But I digress... odoh na album.

[Lou]

Hiljadu pluseva za taj post.

[oʞɾoƃ]

Moj stav je poznat: da mi neko kaže "možeš da zadržiš black metal albume ili iz devedesetih ili iz dvehiljaditih", bez ikakvih problema bih se opredelio za dvehiljadite. Da uzmeš bilo koju karakteristiku - agresivnost, brutalnost, melanholičnost, "zimski" osećaj, atmosferičnost, čak i avangardnost - neko je to već uradio bolje od velike četvorke.

[morbid god]

Daj slusaj Paracletus zaimeboga.

[oʞɾoƃ]

Evo završavam peto obrtanje

[Grobodan]

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…