MILLIARD

Origen: Rusia, Krasnodar

Formados: 2013

Estilo: Black, death

Temática: ?

Enlaces: Bandcamp, vk y youtube

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).

Triple kick_records

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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