Origen: Rusia, Krasnodar
Formados: 2013
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: ?
Miembros:
- Astaroth Guitarra y voces
- Izuver Guitarra
- Martyr Bajo
- Petreno Batería
Discografía:
- Inflicted Single 2013
- Never Stop the Madness CD 2015
NEVER STOP THE MADNESS (2015)
Milliard surge en el año 2013 de la disolución en 2010 del banda Prosatan que tenía un orientación más black-thrash en su música, después de la reestructuración en sus filas y el consiguiente cambio de nombre también se produce un cambio apreciable en su sonido que se ha vuelto más death. Después del single editado en 2013 y cuyo único tema servía para constatar esta nueva formación y su nueva propuesta musical, han empleado este par de años en pulir los nueve temas que conforman "Never Stop the Madness". Un álbum en donde no hay lugar para ningún tipo de relleno, los temas se mueven por un death metal bastante contundente y directo, tanto en el apartado vocal como en la densidad y brutalidad de su sonido que en líneas generales no le hace asco a ningún aporte de violencia. Lo que si deja traslucir un álbum como "Never Stop the Madness" es el gusto por ciertos arreglos que aportan un tanto de melodía en segundo plano, al mismo tiempo que hay también buenas entregas de riffs en ciertas puntos que hacen que la propuesta final gane enteros. Estamos ante nueve temas que se inclinan en una orientación claramente death, pero que sabe introducir con acierto algunos elementos más limpios, llámense ciertos arreglos más melódicos o ambientales y algunos buenos riffs, para acabar por ofrecer un sonido más elaborado, que redunda en un álbum que se mueve con acierto por un death black muy recomendable. (8,3).
1. Gnosis 05:49
Amen…is for your consolation
Metaphysics will be gone out of sight out of mind
Sweaty palms and foul breath of the Shudra
Are the atoms of all that you used to live under.
They are those who used to give a birth
Of progression from the shake of life and chaos
Some of them came to build the will of life
Showing the frightening gods to the children
Enigmas of blackened gnostic seeds
Are forcing us to hold on to the fears.
Still hesitating to cut off the naval string…
You, a starborn being!
Choose that card if you want more…
Thus, some of us are those
Who are not to inherit the Earth.
This latest plebs spawns
Are ought to be killed off.
They would will to sow the seeds of a trident.
And our will will be written on a cloth of a louring sky.
Taking to the arms of gnosis
Within the world with a no form still.
Transcending the homes all the old gods
And build a newborn will.
Taking to the arms of gnosis!
Taking to the arms of gnosis!
Taking to the arms of gnosis!
Taking to the arms of gnosis!
2. Facing the End 05:06
So you cometh and we will judge
What has born the rotting consciousness
When once in the morning sun will rise no longer
When bottomless pits be filled to brims
When the answers to all the questions be no longer
When the whores get the innocence
When the boiling water turn into ice
When killed wild boar stretch itself to sky
When july snow will cover the Earth
When the silver prophet choke with black gold
So you cometh and we will judge
Self-consuming egos you`ve borne
Like the skin of gods and light of stars you`ve worn
These are the seeds you`ve sewn
From your sore parts
I deform myself before the eyes of Death
And I spit out the poison you`ve filled my veins with
When a deaf fetus will slash its wrists
When a voiceless giant will drop the planet
When the last gate be closed forever
When the headless hellhound come to you
When you`ll see the end of the game
A wicked demiurge played
When you`ll see a whoredom
In every icon of saint virgin
There I see a dissection of souls
Time to see those who murdered me
Terminate the way of my spirit and contaminate
My claws shred the way they come to the Earth
Through a mother`s womb
3. Aeon of Сhoronzon 06:06
Consuming the caravans of flesh,
Burning the towns of bastards,
Blinding the heaven with smoke
I invoke the evil spirits!
Lifting the level of the oceans,
I bring the air to boil.
Throwing the clouds to the depths,
I bring the Earth back to the microbes!
Veils of Maya living in the suffering soil
Unknown faces of dying gods
Looking at people so guilty.
Anointing the foredoomed spirits,
Making no footprints on the ash, I go ahead.
Collecting souls among the worlds
I bring back to the creatures all memory.
Locking them in an endless gloom,
I foredoom them to endless death!
Licking the stars from heaven,
I stuff my stomach with gods.
Closing the times and circles,
I disgorge the myriads of lightnings!
Rising above the routines of life,
I extinguish the lights with spits.
Chanting the names of death,
I concept myself in a dance!
4. Inflicted 06:35
Abyss abyssum invocat
In the divinity of my solitude
The warmth of their souls is being fucking shredded
So let there be only those of I
Join the wisdom, bring the timeless pain to
The altar of human years,
Though there`s only ash of sorrows
Under a cloven hoof.
So let there be only those of I
Mirrors where we see funerals of earth gods
Though still you fear to touch leper wisdom
Sheltering in the sanctuary of your last faith
Sewing up the eyelids, scarring yourself forever
Murky eyes staring in abyss through abyss
So let there be only those of I
Choice is perennial and the seed of divinity is
Where the stars are being disfigured, transformed and mingling into one
Uprise of the wisdom
Its wisps were once close, were creeping to lurking mind
Hatred is rising
Let you sense the touch of noble and wise madness
See me now as a paradox
Be the bane of you,
The steps to throne
Which fearful gods avoid
Not of this world,
Not of the faith
Not of human seed.
I, I am the sector
Of leper truth and divine wrath
If you see me, feel me as a paradox
Your ascension. Steps to the wasteland
Your ascension. New breath, new skin, new vision
5. Not of This World 05:35
Yet I`m not yours! I`m not yours!
I`m not among the rows of your decaying bodies.
Where the grieving souls are damned to coition.
I will make another incision on a raw spot of my cold soul.
Cut the old threads of demiurge
Behind the back of all the dull souls.
Frankincence divine fingers won`t touch my eyes
I`ll walk this lonely path alone
I`ll take you away to look into the broken mirrors
Killing off that creation, killing off the words of universe.
Where the unicorn among the dying cries
Trotting out from nowhere.
Where I yearn in a wasteland
With no sign of cell of life.
I am the rusty knife of desperate cries
I am the words incisions
The ordours of pain are where I print my steps
Spitting into the whirlwinds of the universe.
I slit my skin before the spirit of Creator.
I breach the void of all the laws.
I curse the inner and outer worlds.
I rise myself higher!
As my lust for sadness
These incisions makes me an exile of the universe.
And when it`s all over
I`ll be wandering in the dust of the gods.
6. Naked Silence 06:30
For my hands to suffocate you
In the aftermath of prayers’ heat glancing back in fear
In the twilights at bedtime
After shiver in the knees being beaten with the dead floor
Walking through the incense smell of dismays
Poisoning souls with the bitterness of painful scorches
Depth of decomposed grayness of the mother’s death
Kills the smell of the opened childish veins
But these plump fingers will not get away
From the withered wrinkled chest of Death
Under the sick oppression of Holy Mary
I hide myself behind the veil of Ravenousness
And my glances behind your backs are the sweaty razor of the Violator
Hundreds of demons are about to get loose
Sensing the smell of the new-born soul
Touch the naked skin of Silence
Pale ghosts of those who you love
When Gehenna knocks on their doors
7. Wintry Face 06:08
Silence among the grey clouds
Stupefies me with foretaste of eternity
I am lying on the snowed shore
Numbly and quietly
The consciousness is overfilled with the pulsing emptiness
The crumpled pages of memories
Burning and moldering behind me
The blue-grey icy eyes stare skywards
The ice shall not melt on the wintry face
The blood is slowly freezing in veins
The cells are condemned to suffocate
My hairs go under the ice up to the roots
Deeper and deeper
The ice shall not melt on the wintry face
The deepest darkness of the Origin spreads above it
It invokes to dissolve in the extasy of death
The transcendence of anthropopathy is above it
The fractal madness of time is above it
Above my corpse
8. Fucked Up & Ready to Die (Darkthrone cover) 04:00
Stripping on twisted knives in miscreation
Norway be my grave
Increasingly insecure
Combine with stagnant joy
Half my life in your name
Fucked up and ready to die
Death just takes a moment
Suffering is forever
Let's leave this sinking ship together
The water of life will fill your lungs
Drink 'till you bleed
When contradictions fail to soothe
Half my life in your name
Fucked up and ready to die
Murder only takes a moment
It'll last you forever
9. Babylon 2012 04:15
Вавилон 2012
Смерть держит объятья над планетой
Континенты города и башни
В ужасе встречают конец света
Смешанные расы и народы
В хаосе культурной мясорубки
Спешат в небытие цари природы
Порождённые грехом ублюдки
Вавилон 2012
Корчится в агонии планета
Люди в панике бегут спасаться
Наступает ядерное лето
Хроническая власть косноязычных
Насажденье псевдо - идеалов
Маразмы утопических иллюзий
Вакханалии за стенами храмов
Вавилон 2012
Марс, Юпитер, Солнце и Меркурий
Готовятся к последнему параду
Когда всё на свете станет адом
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