morbid god Posted October 17, 2010 Report Posted October 17, 2010 Fanatizam - emocija koju obeležava zanesenost, zaslepljenost, intenzivna posvećenost nekim vrednostima, uz spremnost za njihovu bezuslovnu odbranu ili na širenju tih vrednosti ili ideja kako na osobe, grupe ili institucije. Fanatizam skoro uvek uključuje spremnost i na lične žrtve, ali u izvesnim ekstremnim uslovima, spremnost na pojedinačno i masovno žrtvovanje drugih, posebno kada je u pitanju neka ideologija, vođenje ratova, verski i ideološki ekstremizam. Quote
Dioklecijan Posted October 17, 2010 Report Posted October 17, 2010 Pa DSO je to kao i svi svedski bendovi tog tipa. Quote
Grobodan Posted October 18, 2010 Report Posted October 18, 2010 Ja znam kome će SoM poslati promo link, a kad će da procuri ne bih umeo da kažem. Mislim da SoM radi samo izdanje za Ameriku. Kakavo je vase misljenje o starim radovima ovog benda jer mnim da su gologuzi prosjek???moji favoriti takozvane ortodoksije su opet neki drugi bendovi ali staro ovog benda je dosada.... Odlični su ti stari radovi, ali ipak ŠMRC...klasa... i jos nesto kako vukcionise ovo sranje od pisanja moze li se izbrisat rijec posebno kad se pogrijesi il kako? nije valjda forum ovako lose izradjen... Može, ideš na edit posta. Quote
morbid god Posted November 4, 2010 Report Posted November 4, 2010 picke dajte link za novi deathspell omega. Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted November 4, 2010 Report Posted November 4, 2010 Piše OSMOG, pizda ti materina nepismena, I hope you die. Quote
Grobodan Posted November 4, 2010 Report Posted November 4, 2010 Piše OSMOG Na kurcu te nosam. 2 Quote
morbid god Posted November 4, 2010 Report Posted November 4, 2010 E Grobe, jesi feget pokvareni. Zato te i volim. Evo vam osam, na kurac vas nosam. Quote
morbid god Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 I ovdjen. DEATHSPELL OMEGA - PARACLETUS 1. Epiklesis I 01:42 2. Wings of Predation 03:43 3. Abscission 06:07 4. Dearth 03:47 5. Phosphene 07:03 6. Epiklesis II 03:06 7. Malconfort 04:57 8. Have you Beheld the Fevers? 02:59 9. Devouring Famine 05:09 10. Apokatastasis Pantôn 04:01 Total playing time 42:34 http://stg61.ifolder.ru/download/?20157589&aPUEQQz%2FTx62r2ZDG0U6ad0fpz9SOn0NTYy17xWSVZhMGZj0Z2dsig%3D%3D Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Mislio sam da idem na predavanja, al' sad me boli kurac. Quote
morbid god Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 :haha: Ja cu to veceras natenane. Ritualno. Quote
Guest Шејтанов Чобан Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 (edited) Ево вам хотфајл http://hotfile.com/dl/81177520/2dd29af/DeathspellOmega(2010).zip.html и http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5ZB6PNEI Edited November 8, 2010 by Шејтанов Чобан Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Obrnuh album triput, 80% Fas, 10% SMRC, 10% novih ideja, taman da ne bude kopija prošlog. Dve stvari odmah upadaju u oči, prvo, da su vokali dosta raznovrsniji nego ikad ranije, i drugo, da su vratili u momentima malo one stare Malign Paradigm melanholije - pogotovo poslednja pesma je monument. Oduvek me je pizdelo što onaj prefantastični rif na kraju A Chore For The Lost nije dobio više mesta na Fas-u - sad je to ispravljeno. Eventualna mana je što kraće pesme, a Fas kompozicija znači da je album još teže varljiv nego ranije, trebaće vremena dok provalim sve ideje i rifove, prebrzo se slažu jedni preko drugih, ali sad-zasad je važno da nije podbačaj i razočaranje ni u kom smislu. Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 http://www.lurkerspath.com/2010/11/07/paracletus-the-trilogy-comes-full-circle/ Odličan tekst, pogotovo poslednji pasus: Then silence. It is over. The trilogy has come full circle and Deathspell Omega have completed their masterwork after six years of labour. Paracletus explores so many horrifying vistas and glimpses into the unknown that you will feel completely drained. But rest assured, that will not stop you from spinning the album constantly on repeat. Engage and imbibe Deathspell’s esoteric majesty because it does not get any better than this. They are a band of OUR generation and one that will go down in history for revolutionising music whether they like it or not. No longer can anachronistic idiots hail the Norwegian Second Wave like it has never been bettered. It has been topped numerous times since and Deathspell Omega have finally nailed the coffin shut. Quote
Grobodan Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Taj poslednji pasus je smešan. "They are a band of OUR generation"!? Šta je ovo, proslava 10 godina maturice ili black metal? Provaljuje se da je pisao neki klinac koji je zakasnio na druženje sa velikim momcima Norveške, nije mu jasno baš bilo šta se tu dešavalo i brže-bolje se pridružio sledećem trendu. Generalno, zato je ta religiozna scena i propala, jer kad se ljudi više brinu kako da ispadnu što pametniji (u jednom takvom žanru, što je zajebano lečenje kompleksa samo po sebi) i da opljunu sve pre sebe (što su digli od Fenriza i Euronimusa circa '93) nego da pišu što bolju muziku drugačije i ne može biti. A i tužna je istina da je Mayhem samo jednim albumom zajebao sve u disonantnoj igri. Privlačnost metala nikad i nije bila u usložnjavanju aranžmana jer muzičari uglavnom i nisu dorasli teorijskim zahtevima već u less is more pristupu i transcendentnom rifovanju, ali jbg svako duži svoju kitu najbolje može. But I digress... odoh na album. 5 Quote
oʞɾoƃ Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Moj stav je poznat: da mi neko kaže "možeš da zadržiš black metal albume ili iz devedesetih ili iz dvehiljaditih", bez ikakvih problema bih se opredelio za dvehiljadite. Da uzmeš bilo koju karakteristiku - agresivnost, brutalnost, melanholičnost, "zimski" osećaj, atmosferičnost, čak i avangardnost - neko je to već uradio bolje od velike četvorke. 1 Quote
morbid god Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Daj slusaj Paracletus zaimeboga. Quote
Grobodan Posted November 8, 2010 Report Posted November 8, 2010 Deathspell Omega – Paracletus (lyrics) …anyone who speaks against the Holy either in this age, or in the age to come Matt. 12:32 Come, Thou Sanctifier, almighty and eternal God, and bless this sacrifice prepared for the glory of Thy Holy Name Roi Céleste, Consolateur, Espirit de vérité, Viens et fais en nous ta demeure, Le double abime, la fosse épouvantable Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear beds expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia null retrorsum Twon glances overwhelmed with woes Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks Such a hideous clamour An agony that stained the azure The light of the world And the wretched olive tree Stars receded with shaking grace Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God! Take heed therefore unto yourselves Wherefore hidest thou thy face In such a vain move of treason? Rest assured No veil in this autumnal would could conceil (neither protect) from the shadows of the deathless Sun The worm is spread under thee Et tous les belements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse épouvantable sans qu’il soit possible de supposer une seul plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas identiquement dans le impossibles exils ou s’accroupit le Consalateur… …The depths of abjection, a throne of manure But even during the ecstasies of beatification It is by no means possible to separate them The den of serpents, the knot of vipers corruption-bred And the balzing spirit of the mystic heaven above Angel browed with brass Wreathed by a halo, sublime and infinite Tunneled by vermin …Feverish miasmas and a silent canticle… Implemini Spiritu Sancto The scorching heat of the furnace inside galvanizes A grapevine whose roots sink deep, far into the arteries In contemplation the Lord of harvests long gone Shall murmur obscene wonders to those who ate the grape Desperately feeding the empty void Growing on innocent blood, the stronger and the greater In ruthless rigour, in funeral glee Implemini Spiritu Sancto The foam of nausea slowly rising to the teeth Yes! Truly adorned with the grim regalia of perdition I shall hold high a bowl of gems of unseen radiance Enveloping spirit and will in seraphic rapture O deformity, hear the weeping prayers Arise from rot, be my child! be my promise! The nebulae in the superior sky howled like a starving hound Aboyeurs de dieu! Aboyeurs de Dieu! Implemini Spiritu Sancto Rejoice, for tonight it is a world that we bury! Have you beheld the darkness sitting upon the eart Overshadowing the wind rose, lost in the smoke? Thus many went astray at once The others wandered hazardously thourgh endless mazes The rays of the sun whisper of a newborn fright And very few horrors in the world could match in terror The cruelty of that frozen caress and its fragrant secret in blossom La mince clameur de ces etres iniques et inabsous Plearant a la sortie du monde Se perd dans ce royaume d’effroi et de cendres Sinistre Abscission Et la solitude du jardin de Gethsémani en partage! Thy pomp is brought down to the grave as we celebrate this Encharist Bonds and afflictions, living sacrifice of praise Stalwart vessel of affliction, predestined docile martyr Eritis sicut dii Saints de la pénurie! En vérité, nou sommes les Saints de la pénurie! Thy bend their tongues with a long drawn sigh Licking among the vilest ordure a few drops of hopeful water They bend their tongues for this divine balm Remains of an aborted covenant gone astray in desert waste The bleak sterility of these buds belies their fragrance A pestilence that permeates the vastest plains with frightful odours Among these foetid marshes wanes the echo of a promise Hope stumbles amidst the solitary shades and lose substance Facing the glowing darkness whilst ravens croak for doom The other worlds on high sent us a harbringer Ignis ardéns – He breathed on them and they were all filled with the Holy Ghost. Assailli par les myriades fourmillantes des phosphenes célestes On se recueillait dans le silence de son départ Raging winds roam over Babylon like a primal chaos spread Emaciated beasts howl with angel voices Thou shalt be desolate forever, Thou shalt be desolate forever In this place shall infuse the venom Drop by drop, in bloody mire, until the hearth of the earth O abhorred, for so much in death and carnage you delight Behold and rejoice, freed from the skein of time Fulful your sublime destiny and reveal your divine essence In fire and hail, in fire and hail! I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters saith the Lord Almighty In remembrance, they shall pray backwards As to pray is to breathe God Words were spoken, a bilious stream alike As the Spirit gave them utterance Like a funeral larvae on the tongue Like a gash on the holy bread An ignited halo makes the skin taut Verily I say unto you It is a God that came to you in malevolence (And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow) And ordained the unity (Be ye separate, saith the Lord) What communion hath light with darkness? Waht concord hath Christ with Belial? This congregation was cast out of humanity Under this dire sun of frost Like an abominable branc! …Ecoutez les tres étouffé, le tres lointain, le tres pale gémissement de la colombe du paraclet qui répercute en écho le terrible de profundis… Let the rivers of paradise recede to their spring May their sear bed expel desperate drops of anguish May these bitter waters quench our thirst Until the last second of the last hour, forevermore Vestigia nulla retrorsum Have you beheld the fevers? This is the collapse of the mind which has in the cloudy silence of the heart proceeded to the lost depths of things to the opacity of the night In which the abscence of visions Becomes the culminating point of glance God, as in a ray of darkness, in calrity and fullness Nihil videt et omnia videt toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects? It is with fervour that we shall contemplate These frightful fields, shining and serene During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art Lavish with its unshriven charms Smiling with pale blue teeth Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam Merely an instant before the endless fall Have you beheld the fevers? Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation And devouring famine restores the new order By contamination and incubation Unity restored in imperious necessity What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky! L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule ame serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself Rjoice, for tonight it is an eerie brith that we celebrate! And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe Desolation spreads in choatich convulsions You were seeking strength, justice, splendour! You were seeking love! Here is the pit, here is your pit! Its name is SILENCE… Quote
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