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Benediction
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1 | Unfound Mortality 03:46
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| 2 | Nightfear 03:07
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| 3 | Paradox Alley 04:35
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| 4 | I Bow To None 04:12
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| 5 | Painted Skulls 04:20
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| 6 | Violation Domain 04:16
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| 7 | Face Without Soul 04:00
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| 8 | Bleakhouse 03:51
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| 9 | Blood From Stone 05:23
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| 10 | Wrong Side Of The Grave (The Accused cover) 03:09
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| 11 | Artefacted / Spit Forth 06:45
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| | Total playing time: 47:24 |
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Dave Ingram - vocals
Peter Rew - guitars
Darren Brookes - guitars
Frank Healy - bass
Ian Treacy - drums
Guest musicians:
Karl Willetts - vocals on track 10
Jan Chris De Koeyer - vocals on track 10
Macka - vocals on track 10 |
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Recorded at Rhythm Studios during October 1992
Engineered & mixed by Paul Johnston
Produced by Paul Johnston & Benediction
Executive producer: Markus Staiger |
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| 1. Unfound Mortality
Normalicy in threat evermore
Taken apart within the mental core
By ones who walk the wounded land
Uncanny destiny so damned
Mortal eccentricity
Overrule the weird in alacrity
Contradiction tragedy pays
Immortal, shallow, fearless and empty ways
Following a hollow Gr |
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Когда я пытаюсь найти наивысшее достижение в творчестве Benediction, мой взгляд каждый раз неуверенно останавливается на «Transcend the Rubicon» и так же неуверенно скатывается с его неприступных вершин. Этот альбом заметно возвышается над прочими произведениями англичан и занимает солидную часть тогдашнего дэтового небосклона; при этом его колорит и самодостаточность искоренили то вполне земное очарование, которым обладали композиции с предшествующего полноформатного диска.
Широкой дэтовой души работа: материал исполнен крупными небрежными мазками, без внимания к деталям, с панковским душком. Ритм-секция – размашистая, с ощутимыми прорехами, полагающаяся только на невероятно низкий строй гитар. Темп чаще всего средний, лишь изредка возвращающийся к заторможенным изыскам 1991-1992 гг. Жужжащие простые риффы, слегка знакомые по скандинавскому «смертельному» металу старой школы. Они неповоротливые и неуклюжие, словно массивные каменные блоки, угрожающе елозящие под солидной тяжестью. Эдакий туповатый горный тролль, позволивший себе небольшую прогулку. Редчайшие вкрапления соло-гитары под таким гнетом раздавлены всмятку и неприкаянно мелькают над этой монолитной работой. В первого раза их тут не углядеть: заметна только усердно топчущая уши ритм-нождажка и подкачивающие трэшовые ударные с частыми «пробежками». Никакого «загробного» очарования и атмосферной мрачности. Почти полное отсутствие запоминающихся мотивов. На этот раз «Благословенные» полагаются только на общее впечатление, и этот ход срабатывает.
Альбом-веха в дискографии команды. Настоящее произведение хтонического искусства: как и положено, в человеческом измерении к употреблению малопригодное. |
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Death ну просто с огромнейшим уклоном в сторону Thrash. Гитарные риффы довольно незамысловаты, огромную погоду делает барабанщик, просто прекрасно исполняющий свои партии, используется вокал очень похожий на Mах'a Cavalera, в чем несомненный плюс. А так определенная монотонность все же пресутствует, но скучать вам этот альбомчик НЕ ДАСТ! |
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Men from nowhere shall prevail
Now oblivion waits
Horrendous earth raped eternal
Men from nowhere
Look through their minds eye
What do you see?
A rigid life, indefinitely
Innumerable victims
Cry in vain
Disintegrate in residual pain
Perished shrouded terror
Targets uncertainty
Hunt carries on
Gains predictability
Touched by the dead
A pre-determined soul
Final abnormality
Sounding on in a lifeless death toll
Tine's a way for them to waste
Our existence bloom
Strive for sanity
Amentia's doom
Normality obscured within
Hideous errors rapidly erased
New open wound has embowelled
Remains enraged
No stranger men have walked the earth
In such a lucid form
Victimise abnomalies
And defecating norm
Afraid to die a second time
So living in fear
Enforcing strange supremacy
Until their vision's clear
Men from nowhere
2. Nightfear
There's a disease a wrenching bane
Adverse twisted minds
Grip of fear within the flesh
Is eating you alive
Ruins the lives of innocent
A fitful waking sleep
Sadly the world it shakes it's head
And begins to weep
And now to sleep perchance to dream
But you cannot hear your cries
Memories run like rivers flow
Blackened waters of the mind
Phobias, fear of crypts and caves
Oblivion denied
All you see such a lie to behold
Born through a cradle of time
Stomach wrenching, sweat runs cold
Pointless nightmares of bizarre and sublime
Summon them now, arise your fears
Release the pain or drown
Acidic noise like knell of doom
Darkened passages revealing gloom
Nightfear
Creeping on the skulls of man
Softly at the dawn
Sharpened edge of nightfears blade
Pray you now for rising morn
Divine faith a childish prayer
Drilled into you from birth
Yet nightfear continues on
Returning with a curse
Now the fortitudes in light
But darkened eve draws near
Dawning on a ghoulish thought
The night belongs to fear
3. Paradox Alley
Thoughts through the window
Of my mind's eye
Bring another slice of terror
Yet away with my fears
I cross this pitiful world's end
Drawn to the mortification
With the creeping of my flesh
Arising lair of wounds
Inside sentient apostle
Pleasured in wreaking gore
A stenchland graveyard haunt
Amplify my horrors more
Cutting me, the fleshless surgeon
Drowning in his pain
Executed blindfold shroud
Senses all that die again
Nightmare at every turn
Delirious the spirits burn
Consuming mind and thought torn raw
Deafened by abysmal roar
Little sister's razor blades
Tear holes across your faith
Deafening hymn unholy ghost
Supplication to their whetstone host
Contradicting avatars stain the embryo unborn
Dripping walls, awash in fear
I'm dragged along the gallows field
Cancer tree is calling me
A place of bloated corpses
I'm in pain
Abducted in a maelstrom
No calm before the rage
Floating in a sea of filth
An undetermined age
Carrion for the skinless ones
Who trod the paths before
Bathing wounds in leprous tears
While screaming nevermore
The silence consuming
Wonders without end
4. I Bow To None
I looked within myself and I turned
Many laddered mental maze burnt
Forever is the time that I walked along
Sufferance in silence is my syndrome
Take my path - Never last
In ruthless pain - I'll always reign
Silent sound - Stalking ground
Cemetery run - I bow to none
Dominating pray is my will
A homicidal urgeance to kill
Slash and stab the bitches of witchery
Deafening the screams of their agony
Take my path - Never last
In ruthless pain - I'll always reign
Silent sound - Stalking ground
Cemetery run - I bow to none
In my theatre of madness
Lone player on the stage
Woebegotten my audience
Momentary respite is taken from my rage
Shuddering in ecstasy
At the brutal crimes I've done
Your so blind you perfect fool
I bow to none
Open wounds in arrogant bliss
Skillfully remove
Innards in a vulgar heap
And finally the womb
Touch the flesh, desecrate the skin
Wading in the gore
Like a vulture I feed upon
This sacrificial whore
Their living bodies leave me so vexed
Copulation joyous dead sex
Morbid absorbtion in fantasy
My auspicious orgasm parody
Took my path - Did not last
In ruthless pain - I always reigned
Silent sound - Stalking ground
Cemetery run - I bow to none
5. Painted Skulls
From the museum of sleep
Unliving eyes see death's subtle jest
In my sorrow they mourn the past
Yet celebrate their eternal rest
Relieving the worlds pain
In a church of misery
Dampening the lantern flame
Upon your bended knee
Painted skulls
Painted skulls
Warm and close the air runs hard
Around the loyal gravesite
Wailing moon in a putrid sky
Hungry and eager tonight
Our cries pierce their world
An invocation to mourn
Celebration, fete for fate
Of unearthly dead souls reborn
Like a slime trail of a slug
Transgress to the husk
Unburied souls in restful bliss
Bursting forth from crust
Stale the stench of arising souls
In ritual macabre
Drag you down infuse your mind
By blade or poisoned barb
Painted skulls
Painted skulls
The festival end now they sleep
Shrouds of pain another year
Return to their boneyard
We surviving ones await in fear
Mourning unsurpassed
To the bitter end
Broken dreams and broken lies
Painted skulls, the children cry
6. Violation Domain
Crawl on our knees through the gutter
From an untimely demise
By remission of all sins
Forsaking old and wise
Violation of domain
An area of conquest
Which only we have one
Don't stagnate within your self
Transcend the Rubicon
Suffering, torment, anguish, pain
At life's shore slowly breaks the waves
Turn of the tides, revenance of rage
Blistering so were the thoughts
When shackled to a wall
Flagrant ways of conformation
Your death sentence appalled
Now plead for a worthless life
Deny us for your guilt
Escape within the stoney tomb
Which you yourself have built
Independence of a drug
To satisfy the need
Orgies filled with travesty
To sow all mocking seeds
Originality the one
Who's screaming at the crime
Sinister the ways of wisdom
Expand or face the fire
Sterile splinter of self doubt
Thorn in your boney hide
Counterfeit within adept
Colossal is the pride
Breeding cynicism
Grandeur crying in your face
Overture derisive laughter
Hateful human race
Incantation of your thoughts
Upon this mortal coil
Open wide the jaws of hate
Serving them so loyal
Reeking contradiction
When you're laughing as you fail
Believing in your innocence
Tells a sorrowed tale
Autumn fall upon a life
This season at an end
Darkened shadows all around
And yet without a friend
Realisation dawns on you
It's time for you to face
Hateful human race
7. Face Without Soul
Reflected face, dragged from the void without a soul
Illusive dream, poisoned with no control
Consuming time, condemned arise from glassy sleep
A vengeful mind, prowling into dreams it seeps
Now it seeps
Murdered mirror takes revenge upon the narcissic one
A trail of vengeance follows, bleaching bones a bastard son
Gaze upon silver coloured soul, bizarre occurs
Rapid ageing, growing old, alias the blur
Anomalous entity
Drawn into your dream
Solace ingesting age
Is in the way it breeds
Bitterness the crying words
Corroded affair betrayed
Weeping in its futile anguish
Leaving its victims shattered and decayed
Pause for reflection
Screeching, deformed, frozen face
Threatening from the unquiet place
Stalking beauty to feel such pain
A pleasing violence it's so insane
So insane
In reflection the eyes they glare and gleam
Muted howlings from within a victims dream
Ferocious are its embroilled cries
The mirror never lies
8. Bleakhouse
Cut, dissected from within
Like clockwork run the cells
An unearthly silent din
A constant toll of bells
Mocking laughter evermore
No sight of a refrain
Waiting on my lonely quest
Asylum of the brain
Brain
The darkest caverns of my mind
Hold terrors so consuming
Look within and soon you'll find
Your psyche I'm subsuming
More than flesh and blood can bear
Ensnared within my brain
Eyes in fear, eyes in terror
Adversity is pain
Adversity is pain
Pain...
Within the faculty of fools
Leering warders, intimidation
Playing games at all my rules
Is feeding their frustration
The blood inside my temples pulsing
While I'm locked away
Thoughts within my head convulsing
For the time my captors pay
Stop the torment, cut me loose
Unbind me from my chains
Before my eyes a veil of mist
Encompassing and grey
Once again
Momentarily free of pain
Pain...
Pain...
Pain...
Stop the pain and rip me open
Tear out my tormentors
Release me from agony
Blinding my nerve centres
Only known emotions
Are the anger and the sadness
Overshadowed totally by
Unrevokable madness
Held inside this sterile box
My thoughts turn now to charnel
Fantasise, yet I remain
Still locked inside eternal
I'll not escape but I will wait
Patience will run true
Visitation you will see
This madness is in you
9. Blood From Stone
Roasted visions unherald the call
Pay the piper or face the fall
Unpleasant benevolence
Undesired, it's your defence
Rotting flavoured retribution
Burning hotly in your throat
Perished antiseptic inner domains
Drowning love begins to float
The familiar screams aloud
Mainline my blackened bones
Exaction with a vengeance
History consumes its own
Wicked voice, a whispering flame
Stems from all past foul deeds
Telling me that you're to blame
Ruled by your bitter creeds
An ordered mind, my constitution
Left me on my own
Aggravating your solution
Running blood from stone
Bastard wanton act betrayed me
Left me all alone
Yet I'll survive
Honesty a poor mutation
An uprising complication
Doubtful you will ever change
Senility onset of age
I'm betrayed
Red blood out, the black runs in
Spreading wings and claws
Flooding me in a sickly grin
With sharply smiling jaws
Hate...
Save me all that humane thought
Judge not the moment past
Frozen heart, to the last bone
Pumping on this blood from stone
Wicked voice, a whispering flame
Stems from all past foul deeds
Telling me that you're to blame
Ruled by your bitter creeds
An ordered mind, my constitution
Left me on my own
Aggravating your solution
Running blood from stone
10. The Wrong Side Of The Grave
[Cover : The Accused, Guest Vocals : Karl Willetts, Jan]
[Chris De Koeyer, Macka]
11. Artefacted / Spit Forth
[Compilation Of : "Spit Forth The Dead" And "Artefacted]
[Irreligion", Both Taken From : "Subconscious Terror"]
Contained in blood scrawl, compiled evil artifacts.
Insane instigators of ritualistic pacts.
Necronomicon, bestial methods, age old torrid acts.
If darker side thus beckon, in limbo boundaries must be smas-
hed!
Released from nether regions, bowels of the earth.
Seeping through cracks to foul the air above.
A lifeline to those to which sleep is eternal.
Concocted since the dawn of time.
To now release agonised souls.
Spit forth the dead!
Spit forth the dead!
Carried on the air, purity aiding the filth.
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemeteries in a blanket of
dust.
Fertalising the infertile from six feet under.
Seeking consecrated ground, sensing cemeteries in a blanket of
dust.
Fertalising the infertile from six feet under.
Intoxicating with false life, coaxing from the brink of decay.
Animating the inanimate, from wooden box to light of day.
Exodus from the ground, stale forms tasting air.
Each united in their cause, yet of it's ground.
Ground mates unaware.
Now the dead govern the earth.
All resistance to them crushed.
Life is now minority, the world another hell.
Wipeout!