00:00 - Armed to the Teeth
04:26 - The Attitude
08:28 - Psycho Ward
13:08 - I Am Warfare
17:55 - Out with the Garbage
22:22 - Dressed Up for Evil
27:03- Riot
30:49 - One Wrong Move
35:25 - Lip Service
41:13 - The End Of The Lie
From the fortress old The dwarves on the gates are crying for war And coming with the night the blood will flow Before their home There's no turning back anymore From the fortress old They're holding the lines and ready to die They stack on the walls The swarm has arrived At the gates of their home There's no turning back anymore Here we are, at the gates of the mountain Hold the line We're alone but no one was left behind We are outnumbered as defenders Overrun, but there will be no surrender Here we are, at the gates of the mountain Hold the line, feel the breath of the horde That's charging us We are outnumbered as defenders Overrun, we will answer to their fire with fire! Fire! Fire! Fire and Stone We came from the forge together And we'll answer to the call With Fire! fire! We'll kill them all As long as we are together At the gates we'll not fall Dark is night, not a star in the sky Will shine on us, we're alone but no one Was left behind, with desperation in our eyes We wait to die in the forthcoming attack ORCS AHEAD! At the gates of the mountain Hold the line Feel the breath of the horde that's charging us We are outnumbered as defenders Overrun, we will answer to their fire with fire! Fire! fire! Fire and Stone We came from the forge together And we'll answer to the call With Fire! fire! We'll kill them all As long as we stay together We will answer to their fire with fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire with fire Fight the fire with fire We will answer all, there's no choice anymore Dwarves of Ekrund reunite together In front of the gates of the fort No step back for us We stand firm like a wall made of stone Dwarves of Ekrund reunite together Defending the gates of our home
Этот додзин-кружок основанный в 2013 году 2 вокапи (всего участников было 6). Писали вокатреки в жанре VOCALOUD (приблизительно Hardcore / Metalcore / Post-Hardcore). Выпустили 2 альбома и были в сборнике (о котором я хотел бы рассказать, но ифны и доступного видео/аудио нету). В итоге распались. Юзали IA & Tone Rion (экстремального вокала предостаточно).
We will fly with the storm And attack with the lightning To extinct the human race Before they extinct everything else
Sweeping across the countries Destroying all we see They don't deserve the gift of life Make room for the new race
After desolating the face of the earth We will layour eggs in the still warm ashes And the fuzzy baby penguins Will have human corpses for their first meal
According to the legends There is a creature Hiding in the northern woods His heart is cold as winter And his hair is made of leaves
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear For he is Skogsmulle!
He lures children into the woods And makes them become his disciples There they are taught to live only on death cap And to throw stones On the people Walking in the forest
In the northern woods He is one with his surroundings Every tree his castle walls Every stone his throne
Where his name is mentioned A cold wind bends the trees For he's the one that fills our souls with fear
In a cold naked cell A lunatic stares at the empty walls With a blank expression on his face But with a smile on his rugged lips
His mind travels beyond this world To a place created by his funny brain There are trees in different values In all the colors of the rainbow
Just like a stoned junkies dream Where the grass is blue and the sky is green With yellow elephants flying in the sky Like when you smokepot and get really high So many colorshat you almost go blind All this created by a lunatics bizzare mind
Transformed to an image made of dreams The lunatic ruins naked through the wilderness With strange flowers springing in his footsteps Followed by an evil shade of pink Knowing not that it is his last day in life
Out of the ashes Of the destroying (smurf) village One survivor rose That day he swore not to rest Until Gargamel was dead
While walking through the woods A shadow emerged from behind the trees Together they returned to the ruins of the village
The village was desolated Smashed to pieces and burned down The limbs of the poor smurfs Scattered all over the ground But their flesh was still warm
Together they decided to perform The ancient smurf ritual of necromancy In order to invoke the fallen ones To create the army of undead smurfs
Under the sign of the blue mark They marched towards Gargamels castle The old sorcerer did not know What horrible evil would strike upon him
He was paralyzed by the horrifying sight When he saw the hideous army Bursting out from the midnight fog Crawling and trembling towards his home He tried to escape, but they ate his toes (took a bite of his ass, played golf with his balls) And feasted upon the rest of his dismembered body
When it was down, they marched on To spread terror all over the world The superior race of rotten flesh Blue and white with blood on their hats
Vi sålde våra hemman och gav oss sedan ut, som fågelen bortflyger, när sommaren tar slut. Han kommer en gång åter när våren skrider fram, men vi få aldrig skåda vårt kära fosterland.
Och när vi kommo till den liverpoolska hamn begynte ångerns tårar så stritt att bryta fram. Det blev en hjärtans sveda i bröstet på var och en. Man talar blott om Sverige och om sitt förra hem.
Vi packades tillsammans uti ett osunt kvav. Det var för oss att skåda liksom en öppen grav. Och födan som vi fraktat ifrån vår svenska jord den blev oss nu förbjuden att taga med ombord.
Och när vi hade seglat en vecka eller två, ett mörker däcket höljde och bredde sig därpå. Ej se varann vi kunde, knappt andas eller gå. Det var en gruvlig plåga för stora och för små.
Nu blir en ömklig hunger, med sorg och grät och gny. En jämmer som sig tränger till himlens höga sky. Och döden gruvligt härjar bland mänskorna ombord. Man ser de döda kastas i havets vilda flod.
Det är det som grämer mitt hjärta till min död. Att se de arma barnen här gråta efter bröd. Vi kunde ej dem hjälpa, ej lindra deras snöp. De måste nu få gråta och sedan därpå dö.
Katatonia еще с первых двух альбомов прославилась годным каноничным death-doom'ом. Но большинство знают и любят этих шведов не за раннее творчество, а за меланхоличные, суицидальные мотивы довольно оригинальной смеси дума и альтернативного рока. Думаю именно эти жанры - определяющие в современном творчестве Кататонии, хоть кто-то пытается клеймить это всякими "dark-(atmospheric)-metal'ами" Кардинальная смена стилистики произошла перед альбомом 1998-го года. Помимо изменения самой музыки, из вокала полностью исчез гроулинг. Конкретно Discouraged Ones отличают довольно простые мелодии, которые еще больше подчеркивают депрессивную, серую атмосферу. В общем, если хотите что-то добавить в плейлист для прогулок в дождь, обратите внимание на этот альбом. &attribute_insert_1&
Гоняю вторую неделю новый альбом БиБ, он просто охерительный. И вот слушая уже который раз заглавную тему, стал уже давно подозревать, что это песня по мотивам еще одного известного олдскульного тайтла, но постоянно забывал это проверить. Наконец глянул текст и оказался прав, это действительно песня про Кенширо из Hokuto no Ken (Fist of the North Star).
"Cry Out For A Hero"
On this godforsaken planet Smoke and death in the opal mines Nuclear war-torn cities fill your sight Oh, it's a world of sadistic killers Men are tortured as they die
Is there a savior Who can turn the tide
All our lives are on the line We need a hero - Hero! Unknown avenger from afar He's the chosen one The savior of the people - Hero! From sorrow's land our bleeding hearts Cry out for a hero
In the heat of revolution Blood runs everywhere For a brighter future's sake We dream and dare It is the hour of retribution End of dark despair
Godsent avenger Electrifies the air
All our lives are on the line We need a hero - Hero! The seven scars and fists of fury He's the chosen one The savior of the people - Hero! From sorrow's land our bleeding hearts Cry out...
All our lives are on the line We need a hero - Hero! Unknown avenger from afar He's the chosen one The savior of the people - Hero! From sorrow's land our bleeding hearts Cry out...
All our lives are on the line We need a hero - Hero! The seven scars and fists of fury He's the chosen one The savior of the people - Hero! From sorrow's land our bleeding hearts Cry out for a hero
