Mother North

15.12.2006., petak

Alegorija



(suvisle misli:Koji je, dakle, smisao individualnosti na ovom svijeku koji bez imalo milosti, već mehanički gazi i izbrisuje drugačije od većine!?Koliko god se hvalili demokratičnosti i tolerancijom, ona je u većem dijelu "dragog" nam svijeta svedena na 0!
U ćivotinjskom svijetu je ima...a opet nema, nije tako očita, pa ipak tko smo mi da se ugledamo na ćivotinje.
Činjenica: Ljudi je sve višee i pritom se postavlja pitanje : kako se riješiti prenapučenosti...kada bi se odlazilo van zemlje tko bi išao??)

Growth; is that what it takes?
Disintegration; a world full of snakes
This is Machiavellian Strategy,
An extensive form of tragedy


Razbija me vjetar misli od svih ovih briga koje more svijet i stalno mislim i mislim, sanjam i umirem, rađdam se ali to nikako ne nestaje!! Zašto sve to pritišće moje biće kao da jedini moram o tome misliti, kao da jedini imam čime misliti, kao da jedini mogu misliti, kao da jedini nemam dogme i ideala, kao da jedini živim bez svijeta i smisla, kao da kiša jedino na mene pada, kao da pjev ptica čujem kao brujanje nebrojenih pčela u prostoru bez prostora i mjestu bez biti svega, kao šum se osjećam izgubljen u svim tim mislima i zaokupljen stihovima jesenje ljepote padam u svoje misli i utapam se utapam se sam!

A distant cry...
From what I perished for?
No....
It was born...
The winterburden.
I bled its tears once...
Oh, if only it could wither,
wither in the absence of my thoughts.

So I cry...

I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell.
But for the ones who brought the lust through me...



TI koji izjedaš svijet svojim postojanjem, kao crv trulo mesto- tko si da ubiješ istog crva kao što si ti? Zašto živiš crve u ovoj bijednoj boji, boji rastopljene tuge- uzdigni se nad svime i položi na sebe teret samo tvoje biti i nestani!

Admire it in its sleep.
Wounded, and embraced by dreams.
Whatever wanders in these depths,
it shall carry along.
This shore is for the throne...



(suvisle misli: puca po šavovima, sve! Koliko puta smo bili na rubi da uništimo sami sebe samo u proteklih 100 godina? Sve što smo radili pokazuje izvanrednu sposobnost da čovjek uništi samog sebe: nuklearno oružije,ratovi,biološko oružije,dogma,rasizam! A što ostavljamo iza nas? Samo gomilu smeća i raspadnutih snova i ideala, gušimo svu prirodu radimo ono čeg se ljudi zgrožavaju_ čovijek ubije svoju majku! Sve se standardizira,podvrgava se kontroli, centralizam u novom smislu riječi, civilizacija potpune kontrole, više ni ne spavaš sam sa svojim snovima! Ono što nam se predstavlja kao savršenstvo tehnologije, što znači napredak je samo uništenje, polako i lagano...svijet umire u naftnim ranama!Polje bez mrtvih i jedan grob sa tisućama imena, podno sitnih grumena zemlje tisuću šivota još uzdiše! kako naša kolektivna podsvijest se riješava čovječanstva? Nastaju nove bolesti poput AIDSa, SARSa, povećava se broj mrtvorođenih, povećava se broj poremećaja,homoseksualnosti-svojom prirodom čovjek potiče masovan pokret onoga što u prirodi ima tek neznatno, čovjeku je u prirodi deformacija samog sebe..treba se mijenati!kako?tko?zašto?kada?..nitko nezna)

Planetary sickness, the state of the world.
Time, Death, God;
inbreed overkill altered through decayed moral causing global infection.
Compulsion of matter,
the remaining part of dreariness and obsolete dejection.
Man breeds ignorance and fatality.
Empty eyes and a soul forsaken, an intellect like zero,
reasons for pandemic genocide.
Human trash, wasted flesh, is that what you wanna be?
Practise what you preach.


Sve moje misli, moji mali demoni, lutaju nigdje, traže neko svijetlo zvijezde, ali vidim samo one koje umiru, vidim one koje svojim posljednjim dahom pokazuju svu svoju gigantsku snagu, nenadmašivu veličinu, samo da bi sekindama.....tisučljećima godina kasnije usljed nebrojenih reakcija fuzije kao izmučena duša veličanstvena i napokon slobodna izdahnula uz golem krik snage i bezbroj boja...tad baci san na moje oči, san zvuka, bez slika, san boja bez mirisa, san slika koje na oluji vrište, san boja koje se otapaju na vjetru, san riječi koje tvore najnakaznije pejzaže i sva ta sinestezija spaja se u malom mozgu još manjeg bića, koje nije rođeno...koje tek nastaje..u treptaj oka nestaje!


Let the fallen....
Let the fallen hear.
"It never rains around here."



(stihovi by Zyklon-ovi filozofirajući; Ved Buens Ende-ovi avantgardni)

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svart metal......
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Mother North

Mother north - how can they sleep while their beds are burning ?
Mother north - your fields are bleeding

Memories...The Invisible Wounds
pictures that enshrine your throne gone

A Future benighted still they are blind
Pigeonhearted beings of flesh and blood
keeps closing their eyes for the dangers that threat...ourselves and our
nature
And that is why
they all enrage me

Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul
Sights and visions prophecies and horror
they all come in one

Mother north - united we stand (together we walk)
Phantom north - I'll be there when you hunt them down

Inace slusam:
Avantgarde Metal (Arcturus, In The Woods...)
Black Metal(emperor i ostalo)
Pagan black metal(Negura bunget, pagan forest...)
Ambiental(Burzum, Desiderii marginis)
Darkwave(In Slaughter Natives,Dargaard)
Neoclassic(Elend...)


PLAYLIST:

Negura Bunget-OM
Ved Buens Ende- Writen in waters
Arcturus-La Masquerade Infernale
Drudkh-autumn aurora
Darkthrone-Soulside Journey
Ulver-Predition city
Sun Of the Sleepless/Nachtmahr-Split
Ulver-Bergtatt
Summoning-Stronghold
Empyrium-Wieland
Darkthrone-the cult is alive
Emperor-IX Equilibrium
Igor Stravinsky-Le sacre du primiteps
Zyklon-Aeon
Vinterriket/Northaunt-Split
Bergthron-Jagdheim
Ulver-Kveldsjenger
Negura Bunget-'n crugu bradului
Zyklon-B-lood must be shed


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Pagan forest,fenomenalan band

Emperor-An Elegy of icaros

Icaros, I dare you
For I possess the wings of faith
Though, heavy on my shoulders
(No measurement can prove their weight)
Still, a burden they are not to me
I am the challenger of gravity

The fear is not the fate I seek
My destiny will build upon the mighty turbulence beyond
If I fall, I will rise again

Some of envy
Some of fear
Admonish by the graves of those who fell
Praise the fool that pure of heart leaps off your finger
Into grace

Icaros, your voice once melted
Into the choir of the fallen ones
I have heard, I have seen the purity of their song

Icaros
Your fate embrace
A manifold of angels
I summon thee from shattered graves
And call upon the wind
Receive my bow of reverence
Then spread your wings and fly into oblivion

In The Woods...-In the Woods

Pagan myths from the deep, eternal forests.
A true malancholic atmosphere,
Haunts this hidden world.
Where men, for hundreds of years,
Have immortalized their cult.


Burzum-Burzum

When night falls
she cloaks the world
in impenetrable darkness.
A chill rises
from the soil
and contaminates the air
suddenly...
life has new meaning.


Ulver-Wolf & Destiny



Nu har han ey meer sin Drackt
Saa rřd som Viin & Blod
Fro Viin & Blod vaer paa hans Haand
Ved Sćngen der han stood
Hos Liiget aff sin elskede
Dend Stund man fandt de to

Arcturus-Ad astra

I have everywhere sought
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin` bodkin
And thrust the grief deepest in

The gleaming bodies of infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death`s welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul
They are Ideals of old


Darkthrone-Alle gegen Alle

Demented anemic minions
Fuelled on crack propaganda
It's allright to love yourself
If you hate yourself

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Iconize yourself
Become a statue
So easily crushed
Watching the spoon glow

Alle gegen alle
Extract magic
Inflict havoc

Slay the dormant
stonesucking leech
Sing along to the bombs
ALLE GEGEN ALLE




Arcturus-Of Nails And Sinners

("I know that without me God cannot live a moment;
If I am destroyed He must give up the ghost"
-Angelus Silesius)

I beseech you, God to whom many sinners pray
From the depth of the dark abyss where my heart fell
Expelled I was from your tedious grace to the pits of hell

So can please cease to deplore my opposite, may only way
For aeons I descended down
Till I saw the dreadful truths
of which man wouldn't know
I, degraded bearer of thy sacred light
- to which I never again will bow
When I rise to avenge myself with darkness
The anger of the damned shall flow

I was cast out by the retinue of angels weak
Shone to the few who me would seek

A rebel I was, radiant my glow, afar,
My wisdom fathomed by the morningstar

And O your fools, in herdlike fright, stampede
And when creation falls, you must build anew,
With nails that sting My hands -
They grow passionate on a lie
But You know the veracious one was I



J.R.R.Tolkien-Farewell Song of the Elves

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!
Though wind may blow and rain may fall,
We must away ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall.

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell
In glades beneath the misty fell,
Through moor and waste we ride in haste,
And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.

We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!



JESENJE VEČE

Olovne i teške snove snivaju
Oblaci nad tamnim gorskim stranama;
Monotone sjene rijekom plivaju,
Žutom rijekom među golim granama.

Iza mokrih njiva magle skrivaju
Kućice i toranj; sunce u ranama
Mre i motri kako mrke bivaju
Vrbe, crneći se crnim vranama.

Sve je mračno, hladno; u prvom sutonu
Tek se slute ceste, dok ne utonu
U daljine slijepe ljudskih nemira.

Samo gordi jablan lisjem suhijem
Šapće o životu mrakom gluhijem,
Kao da je samac usred svemira.


(oh, the melancholy)


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