The Black Dahlia Murder - Nocturna

The Black Dahlia Murder - Nocturna

Страна: United States of America (Waterford, Michigan)
Жанр: Melodic Death Metal / Metalcore
Год выпуска: 2007
Формат: FLAC (image + .cue)
Битрейт аудио: 1094 kb\s
Продолжительность: 34:38,45

Трэклист:

01. Everything Went Black [3:17]
02. What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse [3:51]
03. Virally Yours [3:03]
04. I Worship Only What You Bleed [2:00]
05. Nocturnal [3:13]
06. Deathmask Divine [3:37]
07. Of Darkness Spawned [3:22]
08. Climatic Degradation [2:39]
09. To A Breathless Oblivion [4:57]
10. Warborn [4:40]

Рецензия

Третья работа американской metalcore группы The Black Dahlia Murder – это десять бескомпромиссных, как борьба добра со злом, треков, одинаково удачно сочетающих в себе экстремальную брутальность дэта и эпическую мелодичность хэви металла. Диск продолжает ту мелодическую линию, что была начата на прошлом альбоме и выводит молодых американцев на новый уровень – не случайно 'Nocturnal' за первую неделю продаж в США попал на 72 место в Top200 Billboard, а The Black Dahlia Murder активно гастролирует в качестве хэдлайнера с именитыми коллегами по цеху. Диск был записан в студии Trax East вместе с Eric`ом Rachel`ем (он же микшировал их прошлое творение 'Miasma'), а микшированием занимался Jason Suecof в студии Audiohammer (Trivium, Chimaira, Devildriver, All That Remains и другие). Потрясающую обложку альбома создал знаменитый художник Kristian Whalin (Amorphis, Bathory, Tiamat, Dissection, Cemetery, Dismember, Ensiferum, Evergrey, Morgana Lefay, Lake Of Tears, Therion и многие другие).

Лирика

1. Everything Went Black
Crawling the walls through every crack and crevice teems
blackness washing over the windowpanes painting the buildings
in between creeping down the alley ways consuming every street
soundless swarm of nothingness sure to doom us all pulling screaming
earthlings into its toothless jaws endlessly beginning spreading
with no sign of stop horror of horrors truly maddening in size
running just prolongs the end inevitably it strides where has it come from?
how can it be stopped?
so quickly we're to meet our end our empire
we have lost karmatic armageddon no religion could foresee
a planet once forsaken not even a memory streetlights bend into the void
cars enveloped whole darkness deeper than a blindman's sleep soon
to paint the world insatiable its hunger it drinks the sea without
a belch stretching to the other side where it is sure to meet itself
unearthly vacuum devouring the hourglass now empty its time
to say goodbye watching your life flash before mortal eyes
terror fills your heart screams of anguish greet your ears
living death voracious insidious impervious to damage we are slaughtered as if lambs.
2. What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse
This twisted wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of hell
in dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell
where the doors surely are locked when the sun threatens to wane
where shamblers dwell in dim moon light beyond the warmth of day
liars line the roads at dawn watchful eyes are upon you held
sacred weapons to the sacred reavealed to be unleashed
upon the council of hell blood flows down the streets
at night where wolves cry out for flesh where
a horrible curse taints the woodlands nearby
with the forms of the walking dead unholy inversion of hope
twisting the faith of the meek into hate driven insane by the dark one
to bring forth the foul biddings he speaks the undead are among us
at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds they dance by night
and drink the blood of a child's broken neck his spires are growing
taller still their shadows stretching throughout the land freeing
the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man into the tower
never go the horrors multiply gears can mince the strongest
ones leaving heroes paralyzed the rivers flow with poison
the sands swallow you whole the ghouls that roam
this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat
3. Virally Yours
The sound of vomiting to my ears like singing now
i am beginning to become erect with illness
i am obsessed in the beds of the fallen
i rest a fixation amplified the smell here is what
i like best feverishly vombing the buckets of waste
wrapping myself in the filth-ridden sheets raping
the shells of the comatose to fulfill my needs
photographing bedsores cultured by my sick neglect
it's more than a job it's a love for me to walk this close with death
when you hear a flat line you know surely i'll be near
to when the reaper's sickle is drawn
i am ever aware
i wish i could pull these strings in death
there are finer things malpractice forever be my bitter name
how quickly life does fade away but a flip of the river mans
coin could send you screaming to your grave grief stricken family
watches on ceaseless prayers for an only son
'I'm afraid that nothing can be done'
the moment has finally come the wrath of a god exemplified
to the pearly gates he'll soon arrive to leave here his husk in this room
of white i'm quivering at thought pull the plug i'm begging you take
the ride to the cold and blue the reapers yellowed lichen
fingers aims ever so true the orgins of disease to be witnessed
in my dreams the flooding of the blackest blood to quence my fetid needs
4. I Worship Only What You Bleed
Oh its flowing through me combusting with contempt rationality
abandoning chemically lead astray stepping outside
the confines of this circle bane of society become
i'm about to cross the line and take a life nothing
can stop me now murderous functioning an animal withen
me speaks nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs
i am your master superior i reign poised just above you on this death
distorted chain the need to kill transcends temptation
i'm sick and in need of blood withdrawals haunt me taunt
me sickly baiting my deeds can never be undone
i am your shepherd cloaked in obscenity heed these sickening words
i worship only what you bleed i am your master superior
i reign poised just above you on death distorted chain
5. Nocturnal
Between the lies our dead language tongues before the dawns
our hearts they shall hunt the smell of blood excites the nostrils
at first cut the sanguinary worship of red spraying punctures
a sight so divine clutching her carcass face frozen in time
a distorted dialect for the draining of veins to the flooding of bed
sheets with sick crimson rain a warped diction of scriputres
befould traditions steeped within disgraces reviled father unholy
one to your nightrealm we bow nocturnal majesty sworn
to black we'll always be damnation's diction
a deadly disclosure our poisons in their goblets
drip how perfectly hideous so eloquently scribed
each scripture so skillfully sick parchments scabbed over
with plasmatic prose prophesize permanent night
the words of sheer blackness paint ebony my soul and bestow me
with infernal might a warped diction of scriptures befouled traditions
steeped within disgraces reviled father unholy one to your nightrealm
we bow nocturnal majesty sworn to black we'll always be hatred
and persistence destined to see a complete eclipse of that hated sphere
the sun by the light unspokken this language of brutality enraptured
i have become unholy nights arms welcome me
6. Deathmask Divine
Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will
how their greenish flecks befall me that starlit winters night how
I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight before you sits
a broken man with your fragile pinkish heart in hand peculiar how
it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind I sew the gaping chestwork
each thread is made with love the bosom where
I would rest my face is covered in your blood no this
is not the end you'll live on eternally oh lord it's not the