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 Итальянский блэк-метал пока не превратился в тренд, однако в этой стране существует несколько блэковых команд, получивших признание по всей Европе, например, Graveworm или Theatres Des Vampires. А этого, похоже, достаточно, чтобы в Италии стали возникать команды, пытающиеся повторить достижения своих земляков и идущих их же дорогой. Молодое трио Kestmorg в качестве ориентира избрало себе именно Theatres Des Vampires, и на их дебютном мини-альбоме “Infective Vultures Receptacle” можно услышать все тот же рафинированный блэк-метал, в меру симфоничный, в меру мелодичный и в меру брутальный, с весьма «завернутыми» текстами, но без тотального преклонения перед вампирской тематикой. Ребята весьма неплохо играют и пишут достаточно сложные и яркие в плане мелодики композиции. Однако если даже Theatres Des Vampires трудно назвать оригинальной группой, ведь параллели с Cradle Of Filth в их работах более чем очевидны, то человек, нашедший что-либо уникальное в творчестве Kestmorg, должен обладать просто беспредельной фантазией. Для дебютного мини-альбома следование в фарватере именитых земляков простительно, но полноформатник в таком же духе вряд ли заслужил бы у меня столь же высокую оценку. |
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Does maybe the useless have a different glance?
Empty cover, functionless debris, frame left to rot
Abhorrent worms from the arse of world
The future assures souls
Shaped by moral decay
Fertilizers of infected seed
Evil boaster of ephemeral appearances
Dirty existence to annihilate
Lives undone condemned to demise
They feed egotism and deceit
Vultures behind the mask
They’re controlling the weak naive mass
Necrophagous of lost dignity
Aaaah !
His strong hand will crush to death you meaningless bugs
Outstretched to hoard more than your asshole can contain
You procreate the cursed sons the fate can’t make unlike from you
The future assures souls
Shaped by moral decay
Fertilizers of infected seed
Evil boaster of ephemeral appearances
Arrogant organic powers fed by ignorance and fears
Only the black veil can eclipse them
Now petrified in small pawns on infernal chessboard
Satan has fun in controlling the obscured entities
In a violent bloody cave haughty people
Mentally immobilized by their own cowardice
And your kingdom on Earth won’t last forever
And your kingdom on Earth won’t last forever
Abhorrent worms from the arse of world
And your kingdom on Earth won’t last forever
And ... ... ...
ENRAPTURED SORCERIES
[Sheidraam, Saycorax]
Our adolescent figures wander in the garden
A depth dialogue unite us
disciples under the necromancer's wings
We compare and unite the sorceries
When the trees move their knotty limbs
When they sit down in a circle with us
When demons curses from below
The darksome ceremony can start
The hallucinated forest sneers strange and cruel
Our youth proliferates through her
We feel an increasing, branching attraction
While all around a mossy dampness reigns
The shining night dome is gratified
Our loving embrace is pleased to her
Mischievous dialectics bring to incestuous joinings
The fertile copulation is sacred beneath these stars
Our souls get ready to sublimate
We are enraptured in the eternal place
Resinous air pervades the lymph
It lures us towards luciferian trials
The rushing stream whispers bucolic lines
He caresses symbols buried by time
Hidden meanings mingle with the green sight
They’re conveid stretching out the night
The turbid dance of the sparks deluges the eyes
Evoking what the mind craves
Hidden meanings mingle with the green sight
They’re conveid stretching out the night
Enraptured sorceries crush the weak rational wall
Excited and satisfied we contemplate in front of the black altar
He kisses nature in the mystic spirituality
ICE-TECH EXPANSE
[Sheidraam, Saycorax]
Innovating sorceries - sinusoidal waves
Tipsy decisions sent like binding orders - rules of life
Our young hands command through digital spheres
We infuse what heat suggests us
Totally foreign place to humanity
Comfort conserved by ice
We sit together by the cobaltic river
Tasting a goblet of guile
We reach the close internal side
Frozen in our minds - it feeds our pleasure
Our shining sight slips into the Earth
Deformed mirror of the real world
We laugh at the human futility
We train our wide black sky
to cover their perceptions
Totally foreign place to humanity
Comfort conserved by ice
We sit together by the cobaltic river
Tasting a goblet of guile
We reach the close internal side
Frozen in our minds - it feeds our pleasure
We reach the close inner side
Frozen in our minds - it feeds our pleasure
Sparkling, reflecting we enlighten human uncertainties
Dominant sampling frequency
She changes into digital technologies
Purest free ideas which here roam
Drained, saturated, they come into your world
The mass has just a taste of our ideality
Innovating sorceries - sinusoidal waves
Tipsy decisions sent like binding orders - rules of life
Our young hands command through digital spheres
We infuse what heat suggests us
While we plan human fates together
A game of relations creates
The warm malicious atmosphere
Sharp glances - deep wishes
To follow delight that fun can give us
Designing the present - programming the future
Through the soul spheres' circuits
Through the soul spheres' circuits