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Dies Ater: "Odium's Spring" – 2007

энциклопедия: Dies Ater

Состав группы:

  • Obskur – бас
  • Impurus – ударные
  • Torgrim – гитара
  • Ole Caust – клавишные
  • Nuntius Tristis – вокал, гитара

Dies Ater: "Odium's Spring" – 2007

Композиции:

  1. Crimson Blood
  2. Dark Strike
  3. Hail Old Times!
  4. Die Gier Nach Eurem Untergang
  5. Odium's Spring
  6. The Arrival
  7. Created To Persist
  8. Die Gewissheit Zu Siegen
  9. Still Rising

Лирика

1. Crimson Blood

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2. Dark Strike

Where winds transform into crushing storms
And whispers grow to endless screams
Candles guide a fulminate fire to start
There you'll find us in the heart

A raging faction bridging waters godlike
Vicious kings with sword in hand
Hidden by skies dressed in flames
Hordes of morality – this is the end

Take command finally

"And we will fear not the ache,
Tonight we're storming their walls
Howling words of thunder
We are anger – we are slander"

"Dreadful orphans of distress
We'll free them all
Proper time to unveil
We are fire – you're our scale"

Awful kings shall reign supreme
With visions clear for revelations to come
Out of dusk we'll appear as in a dream

A dark heaven for a dark strike
Forced by acts divine
Heads up straight in the sky
Tomorrow's first light will be our sign

Where winds transform into crushing storms
And whispers grow to endless screams
Candles guide a fulminate fire to start
There you'll find us in the heart

"And we will fear not the ache,
Tonight we're storming their walls
Howling words of thunder
We are anger – we are slander"

"Dreadful orphans of distress
We'll free them all
Proper time to unveil
We are fire – you're our scale"

For we'll reveal hell on earth
As you will see
Unholy force out of the past
Leave behind a mischief to last

We'll appear as in a dream

3. Hail Old Times!

In twilight of time, we gather
Reflecting on the pale evening of days
About a degrading blaze

We granted you all, our souls, our light
Unleashed hearts – eclipse inside

To an untold reverie – raise glasses
Afflicting thoughts with pleasant cuttings
Take a final gasp
Cheers to the dead, dark and past

Come, my friend, hail old times
For just dark eyes in this face to see
Longings should be set aside for rapture to ignite
Let fearless memories be, a comrade in vain, our guide

Longings should be set aside for rapture to ignite
We granted you all, our supremacy and our light

Once heralds of a celestial way
Fierce retribution is our concern
We're still swelling in delight
For those moments soon to return

Let fearless memories be, a comrade in vain, our guide
We offered dark superior serenades – tunes to believe in

Out of nightfall it will emerge
An imminent rebellion from depth
We won't suffer anymore
A sense of hope to adore

To an untold reverie – raise glasses
Afflicting thoughts with pleasant cuttings
My faithful companion, take a final gasp
Cheers to the dead, dark and past

Come, my friend, hail old times
For just dark eyes in this face to see
Longings should be set aside for rapture to ignite
Let fearless memories be, a comrade in vain, our guide

4. Die Gier Nach Eurem Untergang

Der Anblick weckt die Furcht in jedem
Ein Stossgebet, Ein Gnadenshrei
Die Welt die Gott erschaffen hat
Wir zerschmettern Sie in Zwei

Gegenwehr und Angreiffslust scärft unseren Wahn
die Gier nach eurem Untergang, ihr wisst es längst
Der Teufel treibt uns an

Es klirren Seelen, Leben wird in Dunkelheit ertränkt
Das letzte Glück im Dasein haben wir erhängt
Erblickt Du nun die Wirklichkeit
unsere Seelen sind nur leer
Kein bisschen bleibt vom Frohsinn mehr

"Wir brennen, rasen vor Gewalt und Fieber
Seine Heiligen mutig brüllend Lieder
Haben wir aus eurem Geist gemacht
Finden uns im tiefsten Tal der Niedertracht

Es schmerzt euch so uns lebend zu ertragen
Den Wahn, den Doch ans uns zu führen

Sie wird nicht enden, diese Agonie
Nicht schwinden solang wir leben
Nie

5. Odium's Spring

What if compassion retreats
Watching respect fallen behind
A malicious smile on lips
Cruel sun blinding the eye

"Legions, carve for my arrival
For instant success I'll bring
Would you resist odium's spring?

I'll be like the moonrise
Dim hunter on the chase for prey
While daylight misses the day."

Mist hidden wishes hold court
Secrets lying revealed, would you impose fault on me?
Servants of light – follow me

"Legions, carve for my arrival
For instant success I'll bring
Would you resist odium's spring?

I'll be like the moonrise
Dim hunter on the chase for prey
While daylight misses the day."

Praising evil
evoking sin anew
A vision of mourning
becomes true

Hush – Servants of light
For night sneaks around the place
A cold return welcomes
Filthy rituals to touch grace
Put hearts in this nasty land
Squeeze the soul out of form.

And a grim gloom sought victory
By darkened stars in the skies
Main concern is dawn to conceal
While midnight signed to deal

Virtue lost and been drown in sand
As sin sets free in a dreary swarm

"Legions, carve for my arrival
For instant success I'll bring
Would you resist odium's spring?

I'll be like the moonrise
Dim hunter on the chase for prey
While daylight misses the day."

6. The Arrival

On immortal steeds they ride,
Rampant with the wilderness of pride,
To where they can fulfill their task,
Temper rushing to choose (its) site

Feel the charming fearing breeze
Silently creeping through the woods
A messenger of tender dusk to come.

Hear the hunger for a death to last
Sounding desperately from the molten steal
Damned union rises in brutality
A merciless assault on mortality

Phantoms to welcome the wicked son
-I Pray-
"So come, sweet salvation – please, come"

"The Horizon turns black
And men shall die
For ours the deadly night
Visions descend from hidden sky"

Stranger in mind, brought to this world
Rape of sun – to tear and exhaust

On immortal steeds they ride,
Rampant with the wilderness of pride,
To where they can fulfill their task,
Temper rushing to choose its site

Countless blameless creatures murdered this infested day,
While the cursing spawn of evil carries on

"The Horizon turns black
And men shall die
For ours the deadly night
Visions descend from hidden sky"

A vagrant breed of a scorned god,
Borne by winds, destined to dominate
Stranger in mind

Shadowed souls igniting mantras

To see behind the void
Take a trip of this lasting shine
A cold return welcomes
Nine lustrous rituals to touch divine

7. Created To Persist

I can stand the chilling pain for a while
I can face doubtful storms of time
Just to see mortality
An enthroned, but outshining star

I can fly from fearsome reality
By slipping in unseen and furtive gaps
To hide my thousand faces
Formed to devastate
-created to persist-
A virtuous creature sent in rage to haunt a dissolving coast
I can endure the vicious everlasting poison
Gifted by deadly snakes – scorpion's breed

A scornful grimace burns right in the cut
To harvest an inhuman, disheartened seed
Experience the dripping sense of unveiled danger
An unseen sign of punishment across the breast

An amazing wish to pass away instantly
My limbs filled with draining substance
Dementia – licking wounds

I can fly from fearsome reality
By slipping in unseen and furtive gaps
To hide my thousand faces
Formed to devastate
Created to persist

8. Die Gewissheit Zu Siegen

Augen, die dem nahen Schicksal trotzen
Gestalten im Herzen gleichgesinnt
Lodernde Seelen in Ungeduld
– ein zeitloses Band –
der Weg ist bestimmt

Sie sitzt uns im Nacken, die Gewissheit zu siegen
Ihr seid nicths als Dreck, iht sollt am Boden liegen

Wir nehmen Seelen, berechnet und kalt
Zerstören Träume mit einem Schlag
Wir rauben dir auch den letzten Verstand
mit Lust erobern wir den Tag
Niemand zerstört uns und jeder der es versucht
Wird unsere Entschlossenheit spüren und sei verflucht

Es gilt keine Zeit zu verlieren
wir drängen nach vorn...
Wut ist entartet

,,Sinne gerichtet fern übers eisige Land
Der Zustand belastend – schwer wie Blei
Ein kehliges Lachen begleitet das Werk
Triumph über die Heuchelei''
Wir sind Meuchler voller Zorn
Wir sind euer Verderben
Wir schreiten tötend stets nach vorn
Ihr werdet vernichtet und sterben

9. Still Rising

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