1.) A Hardrock Band… Read Full Bio ↴"The Wicked" refers to at least two different bands:
1.) A Hardrock Band from Graz / Austria (current release: "Age of Attitude")
2.) A Melodic Black / Industrial Metal Band from Uusimaa / Finland:
The meeting of the two deranged individuals Necrotron and Lucius M.K. was not foreseen by any prophecy. The next millennium saw the release of their eponymous demo, and incidents labelled as alcohol-related mishaps enabled Lucius to enlist the drummer Meggadeath.
Although no other label had shown whatever interest in releasing their art than Spikefarm (the poor bastards didnt know what they were getting into) the mindless trio set forth to create a monster, I mean an album. Resurrected by chain lightning at a distant corner of the country, their debuting effort For Theirs Is the Flesh saw the blight of the day in 2002.
Getting many praises as well as curses the band continued to enthrall the unexpecting metal audience throughout the world. Small covens took as their sacred mission to spread the epiphany which is The Wicked. No-one could know who was an astute follower of their wicked ways, and vile accusations were thrown at neighbors, friends - kith and kin alike. Perceiving this dire situation Lucius M.K. once more gathered his fellow conspirators, and in their secret headquarters it was agreed that another album was needed to strengthen the loyal masses.
Bending musical boundaries has never been the focal point of The Wicked, albeit at the same time it has been a natural pathway for them. Skimming through various musical categories but not settling on any single one of them, this band has instead sapped some of their essence into whatever depths that melt and blend and ultimately spawn forth a second album by The Wicked. Hard to follow? As is the music, they say. Let us try a different approach then:
Take one portion of a horror movie. Nay, lets say two. Add a mixture Danny Elfmanisque composition, and a tad of the spirit of Tim Burton. Indulge in a bowl of death metal with a blackish aftertaste, and mix in with some industrial elements. Add in some occasional bombastic orchestrations and decorate with a fair share of lunacy. Stir with a wooden spoon and serve with lemon. We do recommend starting with a small dosage.
"...For Theirs Is The Flesh", I'm convinced is what Danny Elfman would sound like if he were into extreme metal. Seriously, the disc would fit very well interlaced with a Tim Burton movie." -M. Morton / Unrestrained
Epithimia Gia Athanasia
The Wicked Lyrics
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For nearly three months I've spent deciphering its contents, its purpose.
I knew it was of considerate power, to say the least.
It seems that I had blatantly underestimated it.
My dreams are now envenomed with its whisperings.
It reveals to me wonderful things - horrid and sweet. Sordid yet blissful.
Treasures never hidden.
Secrets never sought after.
Answers without questions.
I leave my house more and more scarcely as time passes.
I hear ominous thumping noises from within the walls.
Wailing and sobbing from the basement, and somewhat unsettling laughter from the attic.
I should probably be worried, but I have no time for such foolish sentimentality.
What used to be my bedroom is now a pathway to a forest.
At first when I opened the door after the continuing rustling sounds I sthought I was simply hallucinating. Delirious from the exhaustion.
But there was the brisk smell of woods after rain.
The tranquil unscathed from a pack of wolves, I dared not to venture there any further.
I hear distant footsteps from my wardrobe.
Echoing like in an ancient hallway.
The lyrics to The Wicked's song "Epithimia Gia Athanasia" (which translates to "Desire for Death") seem to be about a person who has obtained a book of considerable power, and has spent months deciphering its contents and purpose. The book seems to have had a profound effect on the person, whose dreams have become poisoned with its whisperings. The book has revealed to them both wonderful and terrible things, and has given them access to treasures, secrets, and answers that were never sought after.
As time passes, the person becomes more and more isolated, barely leaving their house and hearing strange noises from within its walls. They seem to have become almost obsessed with the book, and have no time for "foolish sentimentality" like worry. The book has changed their perception of their surroundings too - what used to be their bedroom is now a doorway to a forest, although they dare not venture there further. The song ends with the person hearing distant footsteps from their wardrobe, like echoes in an ancient hallway.
Overall, the lyrics seem to be about the corruptive influence of power and knowledge, and how it can isolate and transform a person. The book seems to have granted the person great insight and access to hidden knowledge, but it has also made them paranoid, obsessed, and possibly even insane.
Line by Line Meaning
It has been nearly three months since I obtained the book from the old man's estate.
For nearly three months I've spent deciphering its contents, its purpose.
I knew it was of considerate power, to say the least.
It seems that I had blatantly underestimated it.
My dreams are now envenomed with its whisperings.
It reveals to me wonderful things - horrid and sweet. Sordid yet blissful.
Treasures never hidden.
Secrets never sought after.
Secrets never sought after.
Answers without questions.
I leave my house more and more scarcely as time passes.
I hear ominous thumping noises from within the walls. Wailing and sobbing from the basement, and somewhat unsettling laughter from the attic. I should probably be worried, but I have no time for such foolish sentimentality.
What used to be my bedroom is now a pathway to a forest.
At first when I opened the door after the continuing rustling sounds I thought I was simply hallucinating. Delirious from the exhaustion. But there was the brisk smell of woods after rain. The tranquil unscathed from a pack of wolves, I dared not to venture there any further.
I hear distant footsteps from my wardrobe.
Echoing like in an ancient hallway.
Contributed by Mason H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.