_________________ And here we always meet, at the station of our heart / Looking at each other as if we were in a dream /Seeing for the first time different eyes so supreme / That bright flames burst into vision, keeping us apart.
Jarno
Gender : Posts : 2279 Join date : 2015-08-27 Age : 32 Location : Finland
Torment, hatred, calamity I've strived to overcome, for years A recollection, I would like to believe As a faded water-mark Is The only thing that remains Instead of deep imprints of pain
Human brain, what a powerful device Capacity we can't believe, can't conceieve What's erased can always be retrieved
All the pain drained from my mind In violent streams ran underground Where it arrived it putrefied Sewerages Rotted for life Sewerages
[Lead trade-off: Schalin, Allenmark x2]
Human brain, what a powerful device Capacity we can't believe, can't conceive What's erased will always be retrieved
Years have passed and rivers of hate I have tried to dam But the way you treated me Made me who I am My hands were clean But you pissed upon my soul Before I can be born again I will have to explode
Vermin, bacteria, putrefaction The sewege of the mind shall prevail Because every cesspool needs an outflow And if it should be blocked the sewage finds new ways
Now the time has finally arrives Erupted Pipes are goping to blow Get in the way and you'll be crushed Drown and become one With the sewage of the mind
All the pain drained from mind...
I always thought these lyrics were exceptional, it's like despair, hope, despair, hope, despair, a mental struggle in a lyrical form
Lyrics" :
All was settled from the start Immaculate and pure I invited chaos to stain, defile And purity was no more Demise of the crown, hereditary prince I stand by the gate of what is not The castle now has turned to a hole in the ground Free fall
Dark gods glare at me From the horizon line These gods are for real But maybe not omniscient creators
I live in a fantasy And when I dream, let me dream And never wake me up again
Choke on guilt Near death experience And I can not see The light at the end of the tunnel
All that was is again Those I let down have forgiven me Once more they have faith in me All I was I am again Reborn, I am a child It's but a dream and I hate myself
All was settled from the start...
There's a future looking bright There's hope, I've got the strength I've go a life And a talent for irony
All is dead All is over Bury me under a stone with no inscription!
Not bad music, but I dislike the references to sewage. Some would call them degenerate, but lyrics about blood, death, murder, etc. to me are acceptable as they serve a purpose of normalizing violence in the mind of the listener.
I don't see the purpose in having lyrics about sewage. Though the music can sometimes be good...
Jarno
Gender : Posts : 2279 Join date : 2015-08-27 Age : 32 Location : Finland
Anata is more like melodic/technical band that has an unique twist to it so it's hard to put into a category, it was something I was listening 2006, but I just went back to see why I used to listen to it.
I do also nowadays mostly prefer non-melodic metal, but there are variety of different lyrical themes depending on the mood or life situation/world view. I actually got into death metal before I got into heavy metal/hard rock etc, I was impressed how much variety extreme metal genre had, I started with bands like Anata, Gorod, Arghoslent and early Arsis and some very experimental bands. Then went to Ophiolatry, early Cryptopsy, Aborted, Hour of Penance, early carcass, Deathspell omega, Defeated sanity, Deeds of Flesh, Devourment etc etc etc...
I would categorize this post mortal possession more modern slightly slamming BDM. I usually appreciate if the sound is raw and dirty, non-sterile, that it sounds like if you were in a same room. Modern BDM might often have members who look like wiggers, so I also think the style/attitude and looks of the band members is very important.
I don't know if the sewage is the best word for it, but I never really questioned it, I used to use it to process my own feelings during that time. I was just thinking sewages as those poisonous feelings like jealousy and that kind of bitter hatred that comes from jealousy that you have to dam inside you since sometimes you can't confront things directly (channel your feelings), you can't sometimes just smash a face without a consequence and a lot of times provocation can be very subtle and indirect. Admitting jealousy is admitting feeling inferior, so it's kind of humiliating when you are in an environment where everyone are idiots and inferior to you in every aspect, I'm used to socializing hierarchically so it was really hard for me to adapt in my late teens how all-inclusive the world had become, I mean all the cool kids and all the people I have ever admired would also think these people I was around were the bottom of the social ladder (bad jokes, no taste, no style, cringy, logan paul'ish) so I imagine if every person around you are un-cool kids who are now socially in a higher position than you are, imagine the feeling of humiliation and repressed feelings. (but I stuck to my principles and found other cool kids later, it paid off)