POETRY OF THE ILL-MINDED
Conservando todavía la mitad de la formación original y siendo lo más destacable para este nuevo álbum la inclusión en el apartado vocal de Henry Hämäläinen. Sin lugar a dudas hace cuestión de unos años reseñamos en este mismo lugar su anterior trabajo "Omega Arcane", un trabajo que suponía el cuarto en la carrera de los finlandeses y que en lineas generales consiguió poner de acuerdo a crítica y publico en cuanto a las virtudes que encerraba este álbum. Tal vez en la comparación con esta obra es donde peor parado sale este nuevo álbum "Poetry of the Ill-Minded", conservando las señas de identidad de la banda, black sinfónico mezclado con elementos death e inclusión de teclados para lograr sonar épico y cargado. Voces que alternan partes duras con otras más limpias. Hasta aquí más o menos podríamos llegar a pensar que no hay mucha variación con anteriores lanzamientos, sin embargo las hay en varias facetas. Se ha optado por una mayor limpieza de sonido, el sonido "death melodico" de la escena sueca, tan en boga hace una década, poco a poco se va adueñado de la propuesta, se ha dado un paso en cuanto a melodía, épica y sinfónismo, abandonado la oscuridad y la frialdad de antaño. El black metal tiene que ser algo oscuro, frío, salvaje y violento, en donde no haya cabida para elementos accesibles al oyente no iniciado, elementos que aquí brillan por su ausencia, en una obra que ha querido llevar un paso más allá, podríamos decir que la gran público, la propuesta de "Omega Arcane" y que se ha salido de madre. (7,5).
1. Lecter (Welcome) 07:26
In the house of Lecter
The table is always set for Seth
Such a delicate feast is presented to the lovely folk
And the host is a ghost of the past
Ever-changing are his stories
But no lies are told inside these walls
This body is like a house
Which quietly, softly decays
I know the night
Will bring me closer to death
They say...and I'm sure that you have heard it too
That human flesh is served there
That might be the case
But surely it is not the most fucked up thing there
This body is like a house
Which quietly, softly decays
I know the night
Will bring me closer to death
You might want to think twice
Before entering this house
For here is the trick
These tall tales become reality
After you leave this old house
Lived by Lecter (Am I, is it me... Who can it be... My house, my rules)
And so... "Lecter" ends his tale
And hands you a gift
A script of your soon ending life
And his stories are always fucked up
Now I have to go alone
Leave the scars on the face
Even if the eyes would close, it's still written on me
Draw the shape in half
2. Wanderer 04:31
I want to turn every stone
And to scour every rootstock
The number of possibilities is boundless
In the mist
Shadows entwine with spirits
I see figures
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
In the mist
Shadows entwine with spirits
I see figures
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
I want to turn every stone
And to scour every rootstock
The number of possibilities is boundless
Every path has to be explored
My wandering shall never stop
Fighting against the insurmountable winter
But at the same time knowing that this is what I need to do
Release your mind from fear
Become hollow
Observe from the outside
The only way to see it
I'm already dead
They tell about the space
Beyond our consciousness
As I step into the fog
Reality blurs
3. Drawn to Water - The Path 04:38
I follow the nocturn
Observe in silence
What does that make of me?
Maybe I just want to follow the trail?
And find something from the dark
Those who walk during the day
Cannot understand the yearning
From the light of the stars
You can gain something that will kill the thirst
But just for a second
Smoke will cover those rays of light
And you just have to wander on
In the haze of dawn
The silhouettes are cast to the horizon
A line drawn to the water that breaks
Once you throw the first stone
You can see it in the clouds if you want
Or if you can bend the time
In ways that the end becomes the beginning
And the path is just revealing itself
In pitch black you need no eyes
Because you can't see a thing
Smoke will cover those rays of light
And you just have to wander on
In the haze of dawn
The silhouettes are cast to the horizon
A line drawn to the water that breaks
Once you throw the first stone
You can see it in the clouds if you want to
Or if you can bend the time
In ways that the end becomes the beginning
And the path is just revealing itself
4. Thy Scent 05:22
Abzinthian!
So are you in or are you not?
To open the knot
She asked me with a smile most mesmerizing, and foul
How could have I known that by accepting
I would be sucked into a vortex of madness
And the way out would be lost for me
Until I would find the lock
That was however only step one
The key was buried inside a stone of goat
Protected by oath that one could not conjure
Without the knowledge of the nightside
Oh Abzinthian, how beautiful are thy eyes
And thy scent of lust drives even the strongest man insane
How did I get lost in this labyrinth?
The flame in the candle is flickering in the cold breeze
That must be the way out
But I was wrong
Oh, Abzinthian you cursed me
It would have been probably easier just to pull the teeth out
But I guess... For you it was never an option
Oh Abzinthian, how did your beauty turn so quick into cruelty?
This I must ask myself before I can use the key
Oh Abzinthian
5. Anti-Life Saviour 09:58
Listen to what is in some ways the first great speech of the poem.
Satan, cast down by God to Hell with the other Rebel Angels, sees close by him One next to himself in power, next in crime.
Beelzebub, Satan's lieutenant
And satan addresses him like this:
"If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
Myriads though bright: If he Whom mutual league,
United thoughts and counsels, equal hope
And hazard in the Glorious Enterprize,
Joynd with me once, now misery hath joynd
In equal ruin: into what Pit thou seest
From what highth fall'n, so much the stronger prov'd
He with his Thunder: and till then who knew
The force of those dire Arms? yet not for those,
Nor what the Potent Victor in his rage
Can else inflict, do I repent or change,
Though chang'd in outward lustre; that fixt mind
And high disdain, from sence of injur'd merit,
That with the mightiest rais'd me to contend,
And to the fierce contention brought along
Innumerable force of Spirits arm'd
That durst dislike his reign, and me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power oppos'd
In dubious Battel on the Plains of Heav'n,
And shook his throne."
[Paradise Lost, Book 1, 84-105, read by Ian Richardson]
With every dream of dark fantasies
Βlood is dripping down from the ceiling
Τaking formσ that reminds you of all the shadows of the past
Τhe body is dead now, you can never take it back
From the sun, from the brightest light
Reveal your heart at its purest.
Born of flames, baptized in fire
Burning chaos inside this shell of flesh.
Hold the scepter, burn the eyes of your god.
This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.
Twisted faces take form
With the way further
Of your window's glass.
Humanity now
What have you done?
As years go by, you just wipe them away
With a grin, behind your mask.
You keep on looking for answers, but don't like the ones I can give
Dig your grave deeper and deeper
Until you're at the point that you can't reach the edge
Come face the light of my guidance, you say
But blinded are those who walk towards the light
Blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
"What though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?
That Glory never shall his wrath or might
Extort from me. To bow and sue for grace
With suppliant knee, and deifie his power,
Who from the terrour of this Arm so late
Doubted his Empire, that were low indeed,
That were an ignominy and shame beneath
This downfall; since by Fate the strength of Gods
And this Empyreal substance cannot fail,
Since through experience of this great event
In Arms not worse, in foresight much advanc't,
We may with more successful hope resolve
To wage by force or guile eternal Warr
Irreconcileable, to our grand Foe,
Who now triumphs[...]"
[Paradise Lost, Book 1, 105-123, read by Ian Richardson]
You keep on looking for answers, but don't like the ones I can give
Dig your grave deeper and deeper
Until you're at the point that you can't reach the edge
Come face the light of my guidance, you say
But blinded are those who walk towards the light
Blessed are we, who dwell in the night.
Born of flames, baptized in fire
Burning chaos inside this shell of flesh.
Hold the scepter, burn the eyes of your god.
This is my wolf pack, you are my prey.
6. Map of Scars 06:55
The doors are sealed shut
Somehow though I know how to function
And what feels right
The seed has been planted too deep
And men won't realize it until it's too late
This just cannot go on
If you turn your face too many times
Your neck will break
And after that you see nothing
It is hard to scream with a mouth full of dirt
But you don't need to
Because you are already free
You don't need to accept any gifts
Because there is no reason to celebrate
Everybody just waste themselves in vain
And give out parts of their souls
Like they are pieces of bread
Those crumbs that Hansel and Gretel left in the woods
But they got lost
Even though they held each other's hands
One cannot lie in such things
Not after you have seen how the walls are melting
A moth is trying to get in
Behind the window glass towards the light
It does not realize that the cost is its life
But that light is just too tempting
That it becomes the meaning of its life
Just like those scars
What once was written was no more
And everything that was to be written after that was absurd
And the words were hanging in the air
Like the first hit of acid
One cannot lie in such things
Not after you have seen how the walls are melting
And the ground is in flames
Arms full of scars
And they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
The scars, they just keep on coming
7. Treasure (In Liquid Dreams of Mirror Universe) 06:17
Curses are written on a different plane
Mixed with acid
And what becomes of that riddle
Is a whole another story altogether
How beautifully the frozen flowers shatter
As fragile as life
If you think about it too much
You fall into a bottomless pit
And just keep on falling
Eternally
As the sun rises the shadows flee
But they flee not the light
I can baptise you into a better being
But you must give up the old
A treasure that will destroy you
But before that you are god
Which side of the mirror you stand on
If you stare into the limbo turn your eyes away
The truth is somewhere else to be found
Even the strongest chain snaps
But not to break
But to set free
I can baptise you into a better being
But you must give up the old
A treasure that will destroy you
But before that you are god
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