Δε ΛΥΡΙΞ θρεντ.
Δε ΛΥΡΙΞ θρεντ.
Δiσκάρα τεράστια το Pharaoh, και με αρκετά καλογραμμένους στίχους. Το συγκεκριμένο κομμάτι το βρίσκω λίγο τραβηγμένο στιχουργικα (το concept, οχι την εκτέλεση), αλλά μπορώ να καταλάβω γιατι αρέσει.
Εραστής του έντεχνου μεταλλικού ήχου.
Δε ΛΥΡΙΞ θρεντ.
Αγαπημένος στιχουργός ο M. από MGLA. Το excersises in futility θα μπορούσε να έχει εκδοθει και ως ποιητική συλλογή, χωρίς μουσικη. Ασχέτως αν συμφωνει κάποιος με την κοσμοθεωρία του, οφείλει να παραδεχτεί οτι οι στίχοι είναι higly intelligent....
Part I
The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
I envy the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with
It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is which
The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life
There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others
Part VI
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
As if it wasn't a lifetime spent on connecting the dots,
there was no pattern.
As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
and we could actually laugh for a change.
As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
and we could actually feel something.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if everything was to be made right one day,
dreams don't come true for people like us.
As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
and their fingers are itchy.
As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom
and slept calmly among the wastes.
And then, we see bright and clear.
As if we would be someone else,
while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
As if we would be someone better,
spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if all this was something more
than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
Part I
The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
I envy the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with
It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is which
The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on Thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life
There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others
Part VI
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose.
As if you didn't know how it feels to lose at dice with fate.
At least have some dignity.
As if it wasn't a lifetime spent on connecting the dots,
there was no pattern.
As if the irony was more than a defense mechanism
and we could actually laugh for a change.
As if steel hooks in our backs were more than a nuisance
and we could actually feel something.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if everything was to be made right one day,
dreams don't come true for people like us.
As if the gods were bored with peace in our hearts
and their fingers are itchy.
As if we never broke people out of sheer boredom
and slept calmly among the wastes.
And then, we see bright and clear.
As if we would be someone else,
while mindlessly wandering through the mountains.
As if we would be someone better,
spelling purgatory in Latin alphabet.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
Tore the wrong eye out.
The hissing of hellfire.
Self crucified - missed the right tree.
For this I've gained a victory.
I burn as I ought to.
As if all this was something more
than another footnote on a postcard from nowhere,
another chapter in the handbook for exercises in futility...
Εραστής του έντεχνου μεταλλικού ήχου.
Δε ΛΥΡΙΞ θρεντ.
Κάπου εδώ να πούμε πως οι Pharaoh είναι τρομερά υποτιμημένη μπαντάρα. Δεν ξέρω για πιο λόγο, ακόμα και στους "γνώστες" του power metal, περνάει απαρατήρητη. Έξοχο songwritting, δύναμη, performance, τα πάντα. Μάλλον επειδή δεν είναι old-school-cult-ξέρω-γω.
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asgardlord
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Δε ΛΥΡΙΞ θρεντ.
+1000. Κάποιους δίσκους τους θα τους έβαζα δίπλα σε Jag Panzer της μετα-reunion εποχής σε ειδικό βάρος.
Iron wields from armored wrists