CHILDREN´S SUICIDE MUSIC ((RITUAL OF LOVE) IS THE KEY)) (2015)
Nueva entrega para Viranesir en donde vuelva a contar son una formación estable de tres miembros, como ya había sucedido en su anterior lanzamiento. "Children's Suicide Music" vuelve a ahondar en la vertiente más descabellada e irreverente del combo, está vez en el temas del suicidio de los niños de mano de un apartado musical en el cual se ha prescindido casi que por completo de las guitarras para construir los temas sobre sintetizadores que en esta ocasión pueblan casi que todos los temas. Bien es cierto también, que a lo largo de los álbumes de Viranesir las atmósferas tienen un papel fundamental, aspecto que se ha ido acentuando entrega tras entrega, y este "Children's Suicide Music" se centra en un ambiente suicida y psicótico, casi que de pesadilla, cercano a las películas de terror. El predominio del doom en las composiciones está fuera de toda duda, ritmo lento y asfixiante, tanto en su música como en las voces, que en ciertos pasajes se vuelve épico y no exento de bastante cambios de registro que lo acerca un tanto a un plano progresivo. La música de Viraneisr por una cosa o por otra nunca deja indiferente al oyente lo único que se necesita es cierta predisposición a dejarse atrapar por ella. (7,8).
1. Inwardia 05:17
Sprout yourself new allies, and remember how you have promised a thousand times not to blast into the underground.
Black as night white as day true to the weakness semen of the sun, black is but the shell of the void.
Bright as eternity, which is only possible through the apotheosis of the past; the strength of resistancelessness. There is a difference between white and bright which is only possible through the apotheosis of the past; the strength of resistancelessness. There is a difference between white and bright.
I shall adhere to the mightiness, I will be right when the holies on a great night call my name,
I shall adhere to the mightiness.
Light brings sorrow, night brings hollow, please understand the only reason is time and I shall adhere to the mightiness on a night so great that white is no longer a color, nor it ever was but a trace of my sadness, please on the night of the holies bring me flowers.
Please be strong, you must keep this wreck running for you are not ready for the hollow, the erratic sorrow, push me into the monochrome of inward.
2. Lovegate 06:39
Love something and hate the other. Love something more and hate the other more. Love yourself and hate yourself even more.
Growing aware of the incontrovertible ecstasy is but a cerebral compression.
Times never existed coming into existence.
Others' collective fantasy becomes my garden.
Shit existence and praying to be forever enslaved within a computer game.
Night after night praying that your mother suffered.
Night after night breathless sighing.
In the end I am lonely, in the end I am pointless, in the end I remember, in the end I pray.
Night after night praying, to be sent to times never existed. Castles, dungeons, spirits. Your father’s candlewax melts through your nervous system as you hear him tear your mother apart.
Make an altar in your room and shed your blood.
Even this did not get anybody’s attention.
How pathetic a life can get, yet still have the essence of gratitude.
3. Antimaster Keys 09:24
Soil and wood bring the white hood; cut your girlfriends dreams as she sucks your mouth.
Cut out all those years in solitude. Cut the loneliness free from your veins. Cut your tongue for you are sibilance to your own ears when you were born out from your own cunt. Retie his bond and hold her near, for she is you and you are forever him.
I am so happy, bring me the cake made from my lovers seeds, his sperm so thick I choked and I am the queen of desperation for forests semen since I died.
I am so happy, blossoming as new life from the soil that I am buried in. Sprouting into the holes of infants, I hate being only a vessel for that which is my lover.
I am so happy, bring me the wedding cake made from my lovers seeds, his sperm so thick.
The spawn was in my mouth and disgusting my lover; death mirror
Spawn that my dreams made of deadly poison; killing seeds of me!
Was my lovers house, up this valley called fear of love?
In dreams house, my mind exploded remembering seeds of passion.
My made up mind of seeds' explosion and lovers secrets
Mouth of this exploded seeds' poison; of lovers malignant bliss.
And deadly valley remembering explosion of lovers bad deeds.
Disgusting poison; called seeds and lovers bad deeds
My killing fear of lovers malignant deeds
Lover; seeds of passion secrets bliss
Death of love?
Mirror me!
Soil meets crack, through the pitch black. I've told myself many times that there is nothing to be afraid of in a world so boring as to present its viewer with an infinite crack full of working ants. Drown those ants in the toilet water and see for yourself, that world needs no more miracles than for one to see for themselves, that failure is only a scream away, when you are ready to turn the keys!
4. Darkness Always Prevails 05:13
Candlelights give me the vision of desperately trying to make something out of life without regard to eternities of failure. Eternity may be 23 years, I not only not know, but also don't know if anybody knows me. Desperately trying to make something out of it while trying not to make it worse, our only hope in making it better is to cease hoping it might get any better. We are Void Based life forms suffering in our apartments. But we suffer more when we are out of our apartments. We are Void Based life forms dying in our grandparents’ house in which our parents died. From which everyone had a different motive to escape. Lets shed our blood for the candle waxes need to join before the ritual ends.
Life is not hard; it is something entirely different, alien to my nature. The absurdity hurts me you know…
I constantly want something until I lose my health, than I want that back. I have felt love but a certain betrayal made that impossible to feel after some point. I want to kill the traitor. Tie the traitor. Suffer the traitor.
5. Loveath 05:51
What can death be if not an antimaster key to the sewage of this mind which enslaves itself so compassionately gnawingly.
In the beginning there was tragedy, but acknowledging the fact that it was tragedy is when you look back. So here I take the key from death. If I were to go back I would drown in tragedy, but did I really drown in tragedy back then?
Keep carving and you will find the void base of this very ground. After you flow through the dark shell of the void, the ritual will no longer be, and you will see the necessity for our god.
Nothing seems beautiful to me, everything seems so ugly to me, I should have never come back here, and I should have never gone from here. I think this is the center of this universe, this pain and loneliness. Oh god and the fear, the deal breaker, the immense fear!
I am sitting in the middle of everything, and there is no reason for me to feel sad, but I find it easier to hate
6. In the Underground 05:36
Although you had nothing to hold onto when you were pushed over by your parents, it is actually kind of your own fault that you are failing us. How have you promised a thousand times not to blast into the underground remember? And why don't you stick to your own wretched kind? Well, as a higher spirit I can tell you that there are relatively more illusion friendly environments, but I am sorry to tell you that you have long been tricked into swearing to breathe fire. And ever since you've lived in the underground. No one can understand this pain, for it is veiled under concrete. They think they chirp about it, but they aren't in there like you.
Forget ever escaping this, you will hit your head on concrete and drown in your own blood.
In the underground of neglect.
You might feel like you may just float,
but it is only the mountain melting into the ocean you've bled.
There is nothing sacred about what you are doing to yourself,
this is yet another key to the underground.
Forever be mine, I was born inside you.
Remember how if you clean a house, it looks scarier?
This is why you can never fit in.
What they despise and try to forget nourishes you.
Nothing is sacred about what you are doing to yourself.
Forget ever escaping this, you will hit your head on concrete and drown in your own blood.
In the underground of neglect.
You might feel like you may just rise,
but it is only the mountain melting into the ocean you've bled.
There is nothing sacred about what you are doing to yourself,
this is yet another key to the underground.
7. Void Base 03:52
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