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Love Exchange Failure
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Black Silent Piers Black silent piers Somewhere above Call me sometimes To giv…
Futility Report Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the…
Homecoming Cornered by soft walls Eviscerated by cure I am just an empt…
Stillborn Knowledge Silent hell within my mind I'm deep in thought since I…

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Miguel Benavidez

Lyrics if anyone wants to read then (btw what an album this)
1. Love Exchange Failure
 Empty streets wallow in night lights
Crowded for a day, they rest
But lonely strangers always gaze
At every turn, they do their best

While someone's running from themselves
They often want to save some time
Instead, they make an old mistake
Passionately commit a crime

Feeble flesh is torn apart
Blood and dust are turned to mud
Once was bright — will never shine
I gift you with what was mine

Take my pains and leave a prayer
I am your most sinful player
The redemption for my past
Turned your smile into rust

A child is drowned within
Entombed in a pool of tears
A grownup is buried alive
And lives a life that's full of nightmares

A victim's always innocent
A murderer is sleepless
All my tears are pushing me
To the loss of empathy

I delegate my weaknesses to you
And carve a hymn to tyranny
With nails that go deep inside your chest
I wish you all the best

2. Poisonous Flowers of Violence
Poisonous flowers of violence
Grow and prosper everywhere

No prophets left to see the crime
No one feels the pain done
Like a mountain stream
Мiolence devours the stone

Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crash the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face

I grow a tree out of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And when I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots

My tree springs up of all the dark
I cherish it with silent notes
And then, I harvest all its fruits
My needs are never satisfied

3. Dead Heart Confession
I always see the face of death
Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place
I always fill the emptiness
That's left when someone dies in agony
I feel no pain — my heart is cold
The everlasting flame is dead
But I believe that you can save me
Save me and then forsake me

Bury your god, bury your blood
Bury your soul, bury yourself

I always face the worst of plagues
My life is like a TV screen
The prime time is fulfilled with filth
So is the rest broadcast
And even when I sleep
I see these hideous crimes
They never make me calm
I feel like mesmerized

No longer I believe that all my past was bright
So is the vision of the present
I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess
The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure
To feel the pleasure caused by death

There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze
I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made

Forsake me

4. Shelter
(Instrumental)
Cursed shall be the fruit of your body
And the fruit of your mind
The wealth of your spirit
And the strength of your will

Blessed shall be the fruit of your despair
And the fruit of your dismay
The wealth of your insanity
And the strength of your demise

“Cursed shall be the fruit of your body, and the fruit of your ground, the increase of your cattle, and the young of your flock.”

The words of the fourth song are a reworked quotation from the Book of Deuteronomy, which is the fifth book of the Christian Old Testament. The Western European culture is based on Christianity and inherits its dualism with all the corresponding issues. Dividing this world into good and bad prevents us from understanding the complexity of things.

5. No Cure for Pain
When I heal a new soul
The emptiness smiles to me
The darkness shines blindly
My eyes bleed

And then I ask myself
What is relief?
How can it save us
in this cruel epoch?

Relax — breathe deep
Stay strong and weep
Be calm and seek
You are not weak

I gift relief to every soul I cure
The pain is reduced but wounds are never healed
They bleed and bleed to leave me dry
The walls are cracked, so demons are unleashed.

The plague of city lights, and nights, and cars is crushing us
We are all doomed by the last friction of our fathers
The nightmare is revealed, it’s burning us to dust
We are condemned by the last scream of our mothers

Distant peaks and deforested planes will never forget the treason
We're digging our own graves for multiple reasons
Dirty streams and littered lanes will never forsake misdoings
There is no reason to forgive us for everything we are doing now

Ancient beliefs bring us some rest
Digging a grave saves us from stress

This noisy space begets me
But I don’t want to be here
What cure do I need?
What did I get indeed?
Nil

6. Surfaces and Depths
The sins of fathers burden us
we come from water, then go to dust
And when we die, the legacy
Burdens those ones willing to see

Starve! Do we deserve
this attitude that burns us whole?
Cry! Do we observe
Our sanity's tremendous fall

We are all doomed, so is your prayer
The wicked thoughts — the darkest share
See what is done behind your pleasure
You'll never get the final treasure

Starve! Do we deserve
this attitude that burns us whole?
Cry! Do we observe
Our sanity's tremendous fall

Low, we sink
High, we fly
Every time
We fail

7. Uncanny Delusions
Silent reflections start to shout
shadows live their own lives
they move across and go beyond
onward the slow oblivion

Northern winds won't bring relief
western deserts don't let breathe
eastern stars no longer lead
Southern swamps in mourning bleed

Permanent pleasures are denied
Useless treasures — not a reason to fight
Unbearable burdens tore you apart
Unpleasantly down and never upward

Triple suns produce less light
their warmth cannot ignite
melted minds coexist
in one body they resist

Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forever oppressed

Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forsaken and stressed

Dissected into three, they breathe
And like a tree
There is one root, and independent branches
They live their lives despite all tensions

Like three dimensions, they exist
Under the thinnest domes
The multiverse is their execution

The global cataclysm destroyed the worlds
And it will never be forgotten
Despite the treatment
Our hero is condemned

Turn apart, he never knows
What world is real
But is there a real world?
How can we understand?

The cell is split into three
The triple self in agony
Is lost and never rests

The same are muscles, bones, and kin
It never knows that it has been
Forgotten and always crashed

In the dimension with no borders
It doesn’t see the normal order
Of things around and deep within

Input conditions were not light
With social laws as burdens
Which are blindly
Disfiguring the newborn mind



WiSe Realm

from 0:00 to 3:30
Yes, I heard the sirens, they were going the wrong way. I could only hope my rusty Obregón .45 would give me a fighting chance.

It was my fault for letting my armpit sweat rust her. "Obregón" was her given name, but she was "Alejandra" to me. I just couldn't keep her away from my heart.

She had been recently cleaned and oiled, she was ready to kill. And I had made her a promise, so we both were in this together. Before I holstered her I had to lit a cigarette and gaze into that black metal she was made of; the abyss.

So I just stood there while I smoked, close to the balcony in case I needed to jump and had to cheat death. I took a long drag on my cigarette and threw it off the balcony afterwards. I knew they were already outside my building as the burning ashes fell on a man's head and he yelled "carajo!".

Then Alejandra told me to jump.



All comments from YouTube:

Azazel 667

I love this "Evolution" in Black Metal. Quality, personality, not forgiving roots! Love their both albums

Roman Coopin

bohren und der club of BLACK METAL

Glen Benton

Just the words I was trying to find!

gmanthatguy

The classic black metal tropes have mostly exhausted themselves. The genre has evolved in many directions. White Ward is one of the bands that is keeping the genre fresh and innovative. Props.

Waki's Den

@Draig Thanks for tips man.

gmanthatguy

@Draig - Also check out Ravnsvart, by Mortem. They are basically Arcturus.

gmanthatguy

@Draig - I am really digging the Omega Infinity disc. I really enjoy Ne Obliviscaris, so this was a no brainer. I am going to have to check out these other bands. I am really digging the new Dark Fortress album, as well as Regarde Les Hommes Tomber, from France. I am new to them, but I am really digging their trilogy. I think you might like them. Peace

Draig

From what I've listened to, the best way to innovate in black metal is add blackened elements to other subgenres; last year's Cairn by Mizmor (blackened doom) is great, as is this year's Solar Spectre by Omega Infinity (also blackened doom). There's still examples of good classic black metal, though; Achatius by Funereal Presence came out just last year and is one of the best black metal albums I've heard.

Miguel Benavidez

Lyrics if anyone wants to read then (btw what an album this)
1. Love Exchange Failure
 Empty streets wallow in night lights
Crowded for a day, they rest
But lonely strangers always gaze
At every turn, they do their best

While someone's running from themselves
They often want to save some time
Instead, they make an old mistake
Passionately commit a crime

Feeble flesh is torn apart
Blood and dust are turned to mud
Once was bright — will never shine
I gift you with what was mine

Take my pains and leave a prayer
I am your most sinful player
The redemption for my past
Turned your smile into rust

A child is drowned within
Entombed in a pool of tears
A grownup is buried alive
And lives a life that's full of nightmares

A victim's always innocent
A murderer is sleepless
All my tears are pushing me
To the loss of empathy

I delegate my weaknesses to you
And carve a hymn to tyranny
With nails that go deep inside your chest
I wish you all the best

2. Poisonous Flowers of Violence
Poisonous flowers of violence
Grow and prosper everywhere

No prophets left to see the crime
No one feels the pain done
Like a mountain stream
Мiolence devours the stone

Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crash the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face

I grow a tree out of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And when I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots

My tree springs up of all the dark
I cherish it with silent notes
And then, I harvest all its fruits
My needs are never satisfied

3. Dead Heart Confession
I always see the face of death
Its shadows cover every inch of this vomitous place
I always fill the emptiness
That's left when someone dies in agony
I feel no pain — my heart is cold
The everlasting flame is dead
But I believe that you can save me
Save me and then forsake me

Bury your god, bury your blood
Bury your soul, bury yourself

I always face the worst of plagues
My life is like a TV screen
The prime time is fulfilled with filth
So is the rest broadcast
And even when I sleep
I see these hideous crimes
They never make me calm
I feel like mesmerized

No longer I believe that all my past was bright
So is the vision of the present
I have an urgent need to tell the truth, so I confess
The stress is forcing me to feel the guilty pleasure
To feel the pleasure caused by death

There is no need to make a crime, I only have to gaze
I have to gaze and recognize new ways atrocity is made

Forsake me

4. Shelter
(Instrumental)
Cursed shall be the fruit of your body
And the fruit of your mind
The wealth of your spirit
And the strength of your will

Blessed shall be the fruit of your despair
And the fruit of your dismay
The wealth of your insanity
And the strength of your demise

“Cursed shall be the fruit of your body, and the fruit of your ground, the increase of your cattle, and the young of your flock.”

The words of the fourth song are a reworked quotation from the Book of Deuteronomy, which is the fifth book of the Christian Old Testament. The Western European culture is based on Christianity and inherits its dualism with all the corresponding issues. Dividing this world into good and bad prevents us from understanding the complexity of things.

5. No Cure for Pain
When I heal a new soul
The emptiness smiles to me
The darkness shines blindly
My eyes bleed

And then I ask myself
What is relief?
How can it save us
in this cruel epoch?

Relax — breathe deep
Stay strong and weep
Be calm and seek
You are not weak

I gift relief to every soul I cure
The pain is reduced but wounds are never healed
They bleed and bleed to leave me dry
The walls are cracked, so demons are unleashed.

The plague of city lights, and nights, and cars is crushing us
We are all doomed by the last friction of our fathers
The nightmare is revealed, it’s burning us to dust
We are condemned by the last scream of our mothers

Distant peaks and deforested planes will never forget the treason
We're digging our own graves for multiple reasons
Dirty streams and littered lanes will never forsake misdoings
There is no reason to forgive us for everything we are doing now

Ancient beliefs bring us some rest
Digging a grave saves us from stress

This noisy space begets me
But I don’t want to be here
What cure do I need?
What did I get indeed?
Nil

6. Surfaces and Depths
The sins of fathers burden us
we come from water, then go to dust
And when we die, the legacy
Burdens those ones willing to see

Starve! Do we deserve
this attitude that burns us whole?
Cry! Do we observe
Our sanity's tremendous fall

We are all doomed, so is your prayer
The wicked thoughts — the darkest share
See what is done behind your pleasure
You'll never get the final treasure

Starve! Do we deserve
this attitude that burns us whole?
Cry! Do we observe
Our sanity's tremendous fall

Low, we sink
High, we fly
Every time
We fail

7. Uncanny Delusions
Silent reflections start to shout
shadows live their own lives
they move across and go beyond
onward the slow oblivion

Northern winds won't bring relief
western deserts don't let breathe
eastern stars no longer lead
Southern swamps in mourning bleed

Permanent pleasures are denied
Useless treasures — not a reason to fight
Unbearable burdens tore you apart
Unpleasantly down and never upward

Triple suns produce less light
their warmth cannot ignite
melted minds coexist
in one body they resist

Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forever oppressed

Never apart
Never united
Always ignored
Forsaken and stressed

Dissected into three, they breathe
And like a tree
There is one root, and independent branches
They live their lives despite all tensions

Like three dimensions, they exist
Under the thinnest domes
The multiverse is their execution

The global cataclysm destroyed the worlds
And it will never be forgotten
Despite the treatment
Our hero is condemned

Turn apart, he never knows
What world is real
But is there a real world?
How can we understand?

The cell is split into three
The triple self in agony
Is lost and never rests

The same are muscles, bones, and kin
It never knows that it has been
Forgotten and always crashed

In the dimension with no borders
It doesn’t see the normal order
Of things around and deep within

Input conditions were not light
With social laws as burdens
Which are blindly
Disfiguring the newborn mind

space coyote

Marry me

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