Mother North
17.02.2006., petak
Elend....(the Umbersun)
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The Umbersun 'Ehyeh 'asher 'ehyeh, Heylal ben Shahar. Agnus in medio ante solium nos duxit ad aquarum vivos fontes. Flammas Lucifer matutinus inveniat, Ille Lucifer qui nescit occasum. Nam supremus dies irae ventus neque unus quidem stabit. Haurient caecum vinum irae Dei, quod infunditur non mixtum In eius calicem. Letum infernaque in mare ignis deiecta sunt. Fawn blazes of fury from the Seventh Eye of God. Est mors secunda. This is the second death. Est mors secunda. This is the second death. Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani. elend je neoclassic/darkambient projekt kojeg su osnovali Iskandar Hasnawi i Renaud Tchriner, obadvojica skladatelji i multiinstrumentalisti.Prvi dio diskografije sastavljen od 3 albuma se nalazi pod jednim imenom OFFICIUM TENEBRARUM , a sastoji se od albuma Lecons de tenebres, Les tenebres du dehores i The Umbersun/Au trefonds des tenebres. Trilogija obrađuje temu pobune i pada prvog i najvišeg arkanđela u kršćanskoj mitologiji - Lucifera.Svaki album obrađuje pojedinu fazu priče.Prvi album je naj depresivniji, drugi je pun agresije i energija, a treći je do sad najmračniji elendov album, jer obrađuje teme vezane uz smrt. Drugi dio diskografije naziva se WINDS i sastoji se od Winds devouring men i Sunwar the dead, obrađuje neke osobne teme vezane uz grčku filozofiju. Za The Umbersun i mini album The Weeping nights koristili su najviše glazbenika- imali su na raspolaganju cijeli post-romantistički orkestar plus udaraljke, zbor i razne vrste vokala od soprana i georgijanskih zborova, do narativnih dijelova i užasnih vriskova i krikova.To su utpotpunili nekim elektroničkim zvukovima i samplovima, te su pojedine instrumente snimili više puta i zaobišli klasično komponiranje i dogme klasične glazbe u širokom luku. Najviše sam zadivljen sa the Umbersun-om, prefenomenalno .stvarno savršen album-od apokaliptičnih pjesama s krikovima do mirnih pjesama sa opuštajućim ženskim (nepreseratorskim) vokalima....jeeeeebo teeee Umbra We entered the heart of darkness. And in the dead of light, The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air. Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life. Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death, For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved. We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine, And crowned her with emeralds and innocence. But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death. Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes, A sun of amaranths, With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears. Adorn me in your torpid Temple And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes. The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn. Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, EloÔ ShaddaÔ, AdonaÔ, When the Sun remains silent, I will lay my angels down, For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood. Even Death has fled from me. I have seen the Face of God And yet my life has been preserved. The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me. And Despair fell on us, As if we had entered the heart of darkness... http://www.elend-music.org/home.html -ELEND "For aeons I descended down, Till I saw the dreadful truth of which man wouldn`t know." -Arcturus |
16.02.2006., četvrtak
In pain....
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All Swept Away Sickness often, often attends me. I'm ruled by pain Tortured memories burning my brain. Oh make it end Killed for nothing. Killed by no-one. I was just a boy Weak and lonely, cold and bloody. Give me a hand Cared by many, but I know none. My life has gone Rage and anger tearing through me. Who's God will pay? Made me fight for you. Made me die for you You and your sick God. You hope to be loved We're all swept away, so you can have your day On blooded knees for you. Heaven calls to you But I won't die without Without your heart In my hand ... (carnage!!!) You should have told the truth....lies cut too deep, and they cut you too, it's a mirror effect...when shall you see, when shall you feel, that thou shalt suffer just as I am now...yet I am silent *** now playing- MDB : my wine in silence Nešto malo o Songs of darkness words of light album na kojem se nalazi gore navedena pjesma |
14.02.2006., utorak
What I am, I know not
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Što sam u biti, i zašto sam?Zašto je sve tako a ne nekako drugacije?Što je ovo sve i gdje sam u biti.Svemir je beskonačan.Beskonačan?Probaj zamisliti beskonačnost.Vrijeme (čitaj. "vrijeme") je beskonačno, pokušaj zamisliti to vrijeme!Što čovjek tu radi nikome nije poznato, nema niti jednu funkciju nego je hipostas (hipostas je – određena funkcija (uloga) u određenom intervalu vremena.)Prvo malo obrađuje zemlju, pa je malo uništi, pa se malo razmnožava ,pa malo ubija itd. Postojanje nije jednako za sve drvo je za čovjeka drvo, čovjek je za drvo ništa, eto tako recimo!Valjda sam to htio reći.Ono što je bilo nestalo je, katkad nešto ostaje ali najčešće je to sjećanje.Ili bol.Ili gubitak.Ili zaborav???sve se mijenja i okreće i javlja ponovo, ali ponekad nešto nestane, ali kako rekoh sjećanje ostane. Kao kada je Malgor izmučen boli koji mu je sillmaril prouzročio, te ga je bacio u dubine mora.Nikad se nije vratio Noldorima, svojem narodu, ostao je uz obale mora i pjevao tužaljke za sillmarillom, jednim od tri čuvara svjetla Drveća, zbog kojih je čitava Arda promjenjena. Ili poput sljepog boga Hadura koji je strijelom ubio svog brata Beldegira, no nitko mu to nije htio reči, kada je shvatio što se desilo, sam , žaleći je čekao Wolia (osvetu) da dođe po njega! Spoznajemo stvari tek kada prođu kroz nas... kako onda spoznat svijet?! Kako kužit što je to u tvojoj glavi... jednostavno neznam.Mogu kopat po nekim mračnim tunelima psihe , bježat od samog sebe, gledat se izvana, i zavuć se u sebe... Sve se mijenja. Polja zarastu i postaju šume, more potapa kopno i planine postaju otoci, voda potapa šume i postaju močvare, voda se povlači i ostaju pustinje. Carstva se uzdižu i padaju, bogovi se umiru i rađaju.Perun-zmaj proždire životinje i ljude a svarog ga proganja kišom i munjama- priroda živi od svarogove kiše.Sve je zatvoren krug...Morgoth je unišđtio prvo svjetlo, nastalo je novo, pa ga je uništio , nastalo je novo, Sauron je uništio Numenor, nastalo je novo kraljevstvo, Sauron se ponovno digao i pao....svijet je ostao.On ne ovisi o nama mi ovisi o njemu.Zato nam je potrebno oružije, ono koje znamo kroistiti, ali koje moramo naučiti koristiti- UM. Ragnarřk će doči i Fenrir će ubiti Odina, svijet će pasti ali će nastat novi i Hadur i Beldegir će se opet sresti.Gledaj u sebe i u sebe. "Towards faithfulness, become one with thee weapons. Sword and soul Wotan's Return" * * * Summoning-Farewell Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can! Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can! Who can call the fish from the depths of the see, yes I can! Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can! I have been a sword in the hand, I have been a shield in a fight, I have been the string of a harp, I can shift my shape like a god. Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. Sample: 1. And at the gates the trumpets rang. 2. This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it die now! (inače summoning je band koji pjevaju najviše o Ardi- svijetu J.R.R.Tolkena i događajima iz knjiga...)  Keep your weapon sharp, both sword and mind...I tend to |
13.02.2006., ponedjeljak
My wine is in silence
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Evo sutra je valentinovo i svi su onak patetično ushićeni i nabrijani i sl. ko da je to jedini dan kada bi se trebali voljet.Glupost.Ali tradicija je tradicija i postoji jedan dan kad se to obilježava, prije(čitaj:u dobrim starim poganim vremenima) se ljubav obilježavala za solsticije i tada su svi onak bili pomalo u extazi i sl. al sad se sve svelo na ta jadna srčeka i slične gluposti, brijem da bi svaki dan trebalo bit tak "ljepo". Cuh danas u razredu od prijatelja da im je tzv. suša i da ih boli zato, i meni je vec 10 dana (uuu!) i boli me, prosle godine sam bio dobar pogan (koji u biti nisam neg sam ateist) i na oba solsticija bijah s nekim, no ovo više nema smisla.Tak da ovim putem hoću pozdravit nekog "posebnog" (naravno govorim o ženskom rodu)par tisuće km jugoistočno od mene, ali mentalno vrlo blizu, i nekog jako blizu što se tiče udaljenosti,ali (kako mi se nažalost čini) zadnjih dana mentalno dalje neg što je bilo prije!Freya vas čuva :P A vi koji jadikujete kak vas je ostavio/LA i kak ćete bit sami za valentinovo, nemojte radit tidiota od sebe ak imaš već neke probleme ili nesređene osjećaje odi poslušaj neku glazbu "trpi kurvo" od satana panonskog ak si nabrijan il neš il se odi depresiraj uz MDB ili Anathemu il šta ja znam! za one uvjek melankolične/nostalgične i sl. evo jedna pjesma od Anatheme da pojača oluju misli (i ak ja govorim-dvostrukog žaljenja za prošlim vremenima)....zapamti: JEBEŠ JOŠ JEDAN GLUPI KRŠĆANSKI BLAGDAN!!!! (isprika kršćanima iz mog razreda koji se takvima smatraju, ali nisu glupi [vec i ostali], brijem da djele moje mišljenje o valentinou il se tak nadam) Sweet Tears In each others arms We cried together And your tears tasted sweet All is not lost And never to be forgotten Like a shiver down my spine The lonely nights keep falling And I still want you All is not lost And never to be forgotten She's passed away but dreaming Her soul's awake and screaming The weeping willow is weeping And beneath our hearts ... ... all joy is sleeping our bliss is carried away ... sweet tears sad maloMDB-a, READ BETWEEN THE LINES, YOU WHO I ALLWAYS WILL HATE The Deepest of all Hearts Your soul is my desire. Desire I can't control Be still my aching heart. Each beat you have stole Your mind calls to me. Calls me closer to you Be calm my aching heart. The ache drives me to you Your eyes. The depth I see. So deep The tears you cry will devour me A flower to behold Don't run. Don't blow away Breathless to my eyes So bright. Never to fade Calmness and mystery Entwines and captivates me Delicate to the touch From what I could see I only wanted to get you close to me To feel the love inside of me You turned away from me You looked the other way You didn't see my tears for you I only wanted to take you in my arms, And lay you down here with me You tried to turn and flee from my side You tore out the heart of me If only you had stayed. What may have been? We could have been beautiful Could have walked the earth, flown into the skies, Swam the deepest of the seas But you couldn't see anything in me You strayed too far from my path Maybe now you'll see everything in me I'm sorry it had to be this way Your eyes. Your smile No more laughter again We were something No more. Nothing to me Now I walk alone. Naked to the bone My heart has fled far from me Until another day. I find the one, Who looks beyond the eyes in me Sada sam i ja patetičan..... CRKNI |
09.02.2006., četvrtak
let mortal heroes sing your fame
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Evo ovaj post ću posvetit Bojanu kojem je danas rođendan! E pa prijatelju sratan...ovaj sorry....sretan rođendan!!!Nadam se da će ti se svidjet poklon i da će u subotu bit zakon.Inače Bojan je super osoba i super prijatelj, jedna od osoba čije mišljenje poštujem ( u našem "pomalo" monotonom razredu) i član one grupe iz razreda s kojima volim izlazit (makar sam ja u zadnje vrijeme malo zatajio). Šta da kažem želim ti puno sreće, piva i ljubavi!To je sve....zasad  (Maniac, Mayhem) |
06.02.2006., ponedjeljak
a thorn in my side thou retainst
 Prvo izdanje arcturusa, izašlo 1991.Postava HH-bubnjevi, Marius Vold-bass i voklai i Sverd-Gitara i klavijature!Sastoji se od dvije pjesme 1.My angel i 2. Morax Lyricse od My Angel odmah cujem i idu ovako (poredak stihova se izmjenjuje ali se stalno vrte ovi) I need you I want you I yearn you I love you you are my angel Malo neobični lyricsi za black/death band kakav su tada bili.Morax još uvijek nisam skužio, a pošto je to staro i „kultno“ izdanje lyricse je nemoguce nac!U zadnjih par dana slusam najvise tu staru fazu Arcturusa (My Angel i constellation) nekako mi to najviše paše s obzirom na stanje ponovnog povlačenja u sebe (popraćeno s MDB-om i starim mayhemom i naravno Ved Buens Ende, stvari koje inace slusam, ali sada je jako intenzivno s obzirom na sve).A tu je jedan lyrics od arcturusa sa Aspera Hiems Symphonia To Thou Who Dwellest in the Night Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only colour that can paint my soul Clad in the shades of night Thou reflects the pure of heart Amidst all the grief this winter unfoldeth The thorn in my side - thou retainst Thy breeze maketh me shiver Maimeth me with its frozen malice Thou minglest with the dense night I hearken to the voice of thy winds They are the saddest of all sounds of thine Never will I take leave from thy haunt Hast thou ever desired me? I recieve no answer, thou letst it pass in silence |
05.02.2006., nedjelja
temporis.....
 FROM THE DARK PAST A face in stone, decayed by age. A man who has returned to tell of his damnation. Fears so deep, the mouth open wide. The scream died away before dawn of this time. The eyes - stares so empty. The mouth - screems so silent. Tell me ! - what did you see there ? In the darkness - of the past. Ancient times legends stories so dark. Blackened his sight, now not even the memories are left. Back after such a long time, the stone is cold as death. But what formed it's true fears, only the wind is able to tell. |
04.02.2006., subota
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The reddest flames I held, now they are gone the lakes of deepest green i charished, now they are blurred and the stars shone upon me, now they faded away. Alone in the night I am alone and cold alone and suffering All I loved is now gone alone I sing to the northern wind "...she is gone" (til I.) Opeth-Nectar ( jedan dio) Bring me through Carry my empty shadow And guide me inside your warped labyrinth To the well of sin I swear I will always love you i malo: My Dying Bride-For My Fallen Angel As I draw up my breath, And silver fills my eyes. I kiss her still, For she will never rise. On my weak body, Lays her dying hand. Through those meadows of Heaven, Where we ran. Like a thief in the night, The wind blows so light. It wars with my tears, That won't dry for many years. "Loves golden arrow At her should have fled, And not Deaths ebon dart To strike her dead." |
