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 Группа, которая своим существованием ещё раз напоминает о продвинутости канадских коллективов. Лидер здесь - не кто иной как Pierre Rémillard, ответственный за постановку звука у CRYPTOPSY, GORGUTS и MARTYR. Казалось бы, даже в таком нетривиальном стиле как technical thrash на начало 90-х сказано многое, если не всё, но наши подопечные опровергают данное положение и предлагают максимально экспрессивный и скоростной материал, где классические для стиля пассажи соседствуют с индивидуальной атмосферой и собственным видением. Совсем не жирный звук как раз и призван обнажить трэшевый каркас с понатыканными тут и там хитросплетениями ритма. По риффажу провёл бы параллели с такой формацией, как BELIEVER, тоже времён первого релиза, но канадцев отличает большая вариативность, без явной привязки к какому-то ярко очерченному контуру. В общем и целом, данный альбом является достаточно знаковым для своего времени, а так или иначе выползающие аналогии с DISCIPLES OF POWER делают его вдвойне симпатичным. |
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Darkness is the sight
This black wall
Hides a power that will never
Draw back
Potential paragon
Strange phenomenon
Absolute form of life
Full capacity
Adrift among its existence
It starts to rise
Emphatic endeavour to be
Intensified
From this day forward
nothing is gonna be the same
From this day forward
nothing is gonna be the same
Transfer of the energy
Renewal of vitality
Revival of the will to be
Transfer of the energy
Renewal of vitality
Revival of the will to be
2. Fiction Of Veracity
An abstarct reality
Kingdom of dissension
Made of absurd situations
An abstarct reality
Freedom of illusions
Innate from a veracious fiction
Imprisoned by infinite horizon
Deserted in a world without conception
An abstarct reality
Mental hurly-burly
Preposterous integrity
An abstarct reality
Can you believe what you see?
Experience impossibility
Imprisoned by infinite horizon
Deserted in a world without conception
Getting harebrained
You are bewildered by the things you see
Getting insane
It is an exordium to your lunacy
Reality is unreal
No way to know what is true
You are confused and you feel
That someone is playing with you
Hegemony of uncertainty
Domination of the nonsense
Archness of the tare
Loss of accuracy
Your senses are fading
Overwhelming falsifications
You cannot bear
Padlocked in a liberty
Completely unescapable
finalizing your entrance
Into the exit hall
It's too late to stop the process
It is irreversable
Solitary confinment will end it all
3. Droidomized
He is the first one to be
Where someone was before
Where life is a lie and humanity is no more
No more than an illusion
No more than an aspect
Suffering from a pain that doesn't really hurt
But causes damages to his fulfilments
Theft of feeling by the corner of an eye
A lobotomy gets its part of impeachements
Computerized animation of existence
A life engulfed under a synthetical brain
The pain of an electronic pestilence
Burning microbes running into corporate veins
Somebody stole all of his emotions
There are no laughs, no tears, no sleep
Fading and fading, he never asks questions
The needle has gone too deep
Don't ask him the goal of his life
He will never know
Don't ask him the goal of his life
He's a robot
Prey of mad science, lobotomized
Transformed into a zombie, inhumanized
Vision brings the memory
Of a life under a human form
Memory brings the vision
Of a present that is not conformed
See what you've done to that man
See what you've done
He does remember the sorrow, the joy
But doesn't feel them anymore
Because the anger of being a toy
For sure would be filling his core
He is the first one to be
Where someone was before
Living in the present by a body of the past
Once it was his own
But it is not anymore
That body is alive but its life didn't last
He's been droidomized
4. Imminent Regenerator
Once a bad but tractable intent
Now a mischieving illusion
Once a malignant experiment
Now turned to obsession
Insensitiviness of your action
Makes you want to quit
But stopping now would make it unappealing
It is all in the challenge of making everything fit
If it all works out, Reality would mean nothing
Unreality's exhalation
Reaching your senses
Truculent force, truth's instinction
A life with no limits
Dream of a lunatic idealist
Starting to be imminent
Regeneration begins
Dream of a lunatic idealist
Starting to be imminent
Regeneration begins
Illegitimate experience
Nullification of existence
Decomposition of realism
Life is losing euphoism
Incoherence rules
Mentality is fooled
Victim of your fantasy
Desideratum
5. It should have stayed unreal
His mind is the mold
Of fearful events
A matter of time
'till it's reality
The power to see
What someday will be
Visions of the future
Through creativity
What's in his mind?
The birth of another tragedy
Just give him time
And it will be part of destiny
And it will be part of destiny
Brain by brain
A contagion runs
A virus of madness
Hits everyman on earth
An acropolis
Hides the antidote
He'll find its access
When the right time will come
It isn't like it was meant to be
Now that it's real
There is no acces he can see
He starts to fear
Cheated by his imagination
Punished for his crime against humanity
Innocence would be found only in his mind
He's now forced to soar through that world in his mind
To find the strong antidote that will save mankind
Destiny must not turn to a tragedy
Destiny must not turn to a tragedy!
5. It should Have Stayed Unreal
His mind is the mold
Of fearful events
A matter of time
'till it's reality
The power to see
What someday will be
Visions of the future
Through creativity
What's in his mind?
The birth of another tragedy
Just give him time
And it will be part of destiny
And it will be part of destiny
Brain by brain
A contagion runs
A virus of madness
Hits everyman on earth
An acropolis
Hides the antidote
He'll find its access
When the right time will come
It isn't like it was meant to be
Now that it's real
There is no acces he can see
He starts to fear
Cheated by his imagination
Punished for his crime against humanity
Innocence would be found only in his mind
He's now forced to soar through that world in his mind
To find the strong antidote that will save mankind
Destiny must not turn to a tragedy
Destiny must not turn to a tragedy!
6. Access To The acropolis
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7. Chronocraze
Yesterday has been understood
But its past hasn't been figured
You would be surprised if you could
For sure, today would be clearer
No one is leaving beyond time
Existence is limited by life
The past is gone today draws the line
It is not dead, it is just stuck in ice
Will you break that ice?
Sudden turn of the process of time
Sudden overthrow
Chronological turbulence
Mixture of the epochs
Sinking into confusion slime
Madness starts to grow
Nightmares of the past are no more frozen
The chronocraze strikes
Chronocraze
You are plunged in a deadend odyssey
Through the heart of a timeless state
where the frontier between now and then
Is just a misguiding fate
Memories are free
Recollections are materialized
I hope you have
Only good souvenirs
Some pretend to know
What has been and what will be
The truth will only glow
If you are there to touch and see
Shadows of what used to be
Entering your realities
Shadows of what used to be
Reaching all infinities
Past deeds are mixed with
Present actions
The only futur you have is
made of expectations
The only futur you have is
Is threatened by the chronocraze