Bolthard – The Sphere

obsesie maximă de vreo săptămână deja...

una din cele mai bune piese româneşti, thrash impecabil de la cap la coadă... riff genial şi total obsesiv, vocea death exact cum trebuie şi un solo în stil clasic executat perfect... reţeta ideală pentru mine...

clar intră direct în t0p 10-ul meu mai vechi, când se va actualiza :D

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Walking unaware of the light that’s feeding us
Ancient clinging melodies bragging about the cost
We fail to take a shallow remake
Malice, suffering, hate a fragile piece of balance
That we’re about to break

I am calling
The last cards are turning

I can’t read no more through the balance of the ages
I’m witnessing all that’s why I’m calling you
Off tune in the selfish choir of hatred

Open your eyes
This sphere got black
Like the shivers crawling on my back and yet
I’m seeing all in green and red and white and blue 

Distorted! Aborted!
The final truce is you

I am the antidote, the pill for the raging thought
A glowing orb that’s screaming, voice too low to be heard
And we forget what we saw, what we bled and despise
A blinded rock that feeds us
Way too strong to demise

This sphere got black
Like the shivers crawling on my back and yet
I’m seeing all in green and red and white and blue

Distorted! Aborted!
The final truce is...

Ignoration, a way of life
For the hungry and the poor
Disrupted human souls looking just to score
A new escape they want for their sake
A stance we should take
Cause we’re about to fucking break I can’t read no more

Through the balance of the ages
I’m bringing it up and it’s all down to you
Off tune in the selfish choir of hatred

Open your eyes
This sphere got black
Like the shivers crawling on my back and yet
I`m seeing all in green and red and white and blue

Distorted! Aborted! 
The final truce is you !

Black Sabbath – Children Of The Sea
(Wacken 2009, as Heaven & Hell)

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iată o bijuterie uitată de peste 30 de ani, într-o reeditare live recentă, cu un an înainte de moartea lui Dio...

fantastice chitara lui Iommi care sună (ca întotdeauna) absolut devilish, şi vocea lui Dio, care face tot ce vrea în melodia asta...

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In the misty morning, on the edge of time
We’ve lost the rising sun, a final sign
As the misty morning rolls away to die
Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky

We sailed across the air before we learned to fly
We thought that it could never end
We’d glide above the ground before we learned to run, run
Now it seems our world has come undone

Oh they say that it’s over, yeah
And it just had to be
Yes they say that it’s over
We’re lost children of the sea

We made the mountains shake with laughter as we played
Hiding in our corner of the world
Then we did the demon dance and rushed to nevermore
Threw away the key and locked the door

Oh they say that it’s over
And it just had to be
Oh they say that it’s over
Poor lost children of the sea

Look Out! The sky is falling down!
Look Out! The world is spinning round and round and round!
Look Out! The sun is going black, black
Look Out! It’s never never never coming back, Look out!

cu o săptămână înainte să plec în Austria am început să rejoc StarCraft-ul, ăla vechi şi original, ăla genial care îmi trezeşte toate amintirile posibile legate de colegii din generală :D

nu-l jucasem niciodată fără coduri şi fiind atent la poveste... eh, i did it now, 14 ani mai târziu :D

am avut o reală plăcere să-mi reamintesc toate unităţile cu care jucam (Battlecruisere şi Carriere, desigur), şi toate frazele de rednecşi de prin joc... absolut genial... cu fiecare misiune nouă îmi zicem „ah, da, uitasem asta”...

mă apuc de Brood War...

e momentul acela al săptămânii în care vă prezint obsesia Sodom a ultimelor zile...

de data asta ne întoarcem în anul 87, la albumul Persecution Mania şi ne oprim la melodia cu acelaşi nume...

no intro, no outro, evil heavy riff din prima secundă... absolut genial cât de dark şi puternic e riff-ul ăla... şi solo-ul de la final e foarte bun, terminându-se din nou în acelaşi riff, cu vocea lui Angelripper peste el, acele trei versuri şoptite într-un mod absolut genial...

Sodom – Persecution Mania

Command to Vietnam
Back into the jungles depth
Armed to the teeth
Cold blooded experienced
Mercenary paid to slaughter
Sector madness kill and destroy

 Missing captive locked up
In contaminated camps
Only war of liberation
Let them gather fresh hope
Hostile crossfire finished eight lives
Bowels bury me alive
Green hell swallows a silhouette
I could get away

Persecution Mania, driven me mad
Persecution Mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution Mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution Mania, alarmed about my life

There are traps behind every line
The combat zone in trench and fire
I know the danger every step
The nerve gas falls in black and white
But slowly I near my destination
Lost is our war to do justice
The brothers of people shot and died
Persecution mania takes away my life

Persecution Mania, driven me mad
Persecution Mania, tremendous dreams
Persecution Mania, getting mentally ill
Persecution Mania, alarmed about my life

Something fierce
Something evil
Circles in the air

am găsit pe youtube tot concertul Sodom de la Wacken 2007, când au aniversat 25 de ani de când cântă...

este absolut genial cap-coadă, plin de balade, desigur...

foarte interesant e că au urcat pe scenă cam toţi chitariştii care au cântat în formaţie de-a lungul celor 25 de ani, fiecare chitarist cântând pe melodiile din vremea lui... foarte frumos... pe ultimele piese sunt toţi 6-7 chitarişti pe scenă :D

asta e ultima obsesie:

Sodom – Christ Passion

We praise the saviour
Observe the ten commandments
Confess our sins

For time immortal
Man’s mind gets inspired
By gift and faculty divine

Blind superstition
Religious liberty
Mitigate our sorrows

Living in a world of dreams
Don’t fear the true
Image of a God

Infant Jesus was crucified
A memorial for our future
Our atrocity is now forgiven
Because he has done his penance

Hear me people of sighing
Sorrow of pain and regret
Left to the dead and dying
You, that not know me as yet

Christ passion

Medieval extravagance of Christianity
Foundation in all cultmysteries
Holy customs and wholesale hysteria
Creeds to transcendental

Defecation of human nature
Devour them up with blindness
They are fool adore in all clergy
And mindful in the grace of god

Christ passion

Mortal way of life
Rapture of the earth
Lift up your heads
In the day of his wrath

In the worst hour of life
Looking into the eyes of death
Extreme unction nears
Intensive incense is befooled

He gives you unimaginable joy
Certainty and faith
To find unutterable peace
Demand no sacrifice

Christ passion

Expect no wonders celestial child
He will behold your repentance
His prophet revealed to the wise
The great mystery of god

Persecution of Christians in blasphemy
Born by the scum of evil
Almighty father knows no thirst for revenge
Praise the saviour on all saints’ day