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NORD'N'COMMANDER
"Heavenly Barrow" (2002)
(Gothic / Industrial)
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Творчество NORD'N'COMMANDER питается Индоевропейскими корнями. В этом - ориентиры группы в ритмике и мелодике. Жёсткие маршевые ритмы - это Архетипы Действия Сверхчеловека. Стиль альбома "Heavenly Barrow" - Gothic / Industrial. Готика предполагает Возвышенность, которая выражается в мрачном, величественном звучании клавиш и в отрешённых холодных вокалах. К тому же, готика - понятие не только историческое, но и философское. Это особое состояние Духа. Но миссия думающих и понимающих современных людей - жить в технократической "недо-цивилизации". И не просто пассивно существовать в этой "цивилизации", но подчинять её себе. Если мы здесь и сейчас, то это не случайно. Нам придётся быть одновременно и культурными, и цивилизованными. Таково философское наполнение альбома. И именно поэтому в возвышенную готическую атмосферу вплетается "индустриальность". Это ясно слышно в саунде гитары и ударных. Творчество - своего рода активная защита от метастаз дегенеративного мира "нищих духом", а лучшая защита - это нападение. В "Heavenly Barrow" - идея Города как Сакрального центра, живущего в гармонии с Природой и Человеком-Творцом. Сквозь "машинно-асфальтную цивилизацию" пробиваются Древние Боги.
NORD'N'COMMANDER "Heavenly Barrow" (2002)
1. SONNENMENSCH
No light. Eternity is sleeping.
It's the Land where we shall sleep.
In this world we all are something creeping.
But what I have won I intend to keep.
Sometimes I can live with cosmic radiation.
When and where I decide by toss.
It leads to creation,
to domination.
The tenth avatar is ahorse.
Now he expresses his free will with birds in flight.
He'll cosmeticize with vacuum a light-beam mesh.
At the end of time
under cloud of his night,
under cover of his fight,
as the sign of the Great Light
He'll descry the Seventh Sun. It's Sonnenmensch.
And I try to live (man's life is frail)
Or want to dissolve myself in earth.
These attempts are morally bound to fail.
And then I'll announce my new birth.
I also express my liberty with birds in flight.
He'll cosmeticize with vacuum a light-beam mesh.
At the end of time
under cloud of his night,
under cover of his fight,
as the sign of the Great Light
I'll descry the Seventh Sun. It's Sonnenmensch.
2. SHOUT OF BIRDS
Birds' cry far in the day
Impales alpenglow without any smart.
Perhaps, they've known Heaven-High Art.
What will be the revelation of my Way?
My Way, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.
This crack of dawn, which is my Master,
Will wake me, I'll find my divining-rod.
I'm fixing a look and I'm looking for answers...
Rotate wheels and tempt fate. I'm the searcher for the God.
The God, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.
I'll live alone without remorse,
Playing in a cloud of shadows again.
The open world will never close
My days and abate the secret pain.
Pain,sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.
The God, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.
3. LISTEN TO THE EVENING
Listen to this Evening! Early candle-light
Is beating at the window. Our field night,
Our juvenility are calling us back
To the sacred Temple far from men’s track.
Is it time for me to go away?
Oh don’t disturb our shadow play!
The thread of inspiration tears easily,
And ecstasy of light can decrease in me.
Wonderful minutes, minutes of hush
Gift us with the long-expected mystic gush.
The wind’s blowing the waves into great peaks.
Four elements are crying from our lips.
Listen to this Evening! Early candle-light
Is beating at the window. The moon-sun-star-bright
Voice of inspiration is weaving the web of life.
At last the hour arrived.
Nobody can stop our drive.
No man alive!!!
4. BLOOD OF THE VIRGIN GIRL
I was sent as a reward for you
To kill whatever made you very blue,
To cleanse your thanatoid soul,
To help your finding a right-on hidey-hole!
But you went off to your chimera.
You want her blood. Is it a new love era?
You and your soul know no measure.
Your life is given up to pleasure.
Perhaps, a woman's body is an altar, and more...
And if this altar's aspersed according to rule,
It is accessible to comprehend the Heaven-low...
But are you really going to drink it, fool?!
Drops and litres of the impure blood
Evoke adrenalin. Wading through the mud,
You've got your mind dirty again,
And, may be, in your life it's an unexpected gain.
I was sent as a reward for you
To kill whatever made you very blue.
And now hurry! Hasten! You are stuck
On the abyss before you. Good luck!
5. HEAVENLY BARROW
Your eyes are liquid, cloudland of dark.
You’re the splinter of the timeless universal.
The lion of mine feels the vital spark,
Mystic ways. He is a forceful sort of person.
While awaking from a dream I see
Hollow outstretch which takes off all hellhounds.
Made of nothing violent galaxy
Groans with deep, deadish, dismal sounds.
Here is the hill, the barrow of mine.
And my ashes re-create new time.
There’s my heavenly barrow on cloud nine.
I’ve come back from there with my lion!
I drive my dreams and night-spells through this darkness,
So wood spirits used to bear squirrels.
These are my dreams, and the rest is silence...
And a stream of lava of sun tears.
Here is the hill, the barrow of mine.
And my ashes re-create new time.
There’s my heavenly barrow on cloud nine.
I’ve come back from there with my lion!
6. SUNNY SON
Machines are laughing in my face,
I'm opening windows in the soul.
Perhaps, I was hanged in disgrace...
And, may be, upon the telegraph pole.
Machines do not throw a shadow.
...Ungrateful children of the human race...
I'll shelter myself under a barrow.
Machines are laughing in my face.
We divinified town lands.
This city had not been heaven-born,
Underground giants of our by-ends.
Our Temple, be never lorn!
But by means of secret mutations
(It sticks now out a mile),
Emiting a knack of electrovibrations
By the irresistible smile,
The Sunny Son will see the light.
The Sunny Son will see his light.
7. CAVE OF MY HEART
From grey mountains fire flew behind,
I felt the movement of the skies.
As if having something on its mind,
A cornice glacier looked in my eyes.
The cave of my heart has burst up.
This mountain is the heart of the world.
I see the Temple with a stirrup cup.
I am again a Sun Bird.
I feel power over Giant's flesh.
I'll make of his eaves the Universe.
The Raw Wound of mine stops a fresh
Of wind... I know, this dream must be traversed.
The cave of my heart has burst up.
This mountain is the heart of the world.
I see the Temple with a stirrup cup.
I am again a Sun Bird.
From grey mountains fire flew behind,
It seemed to me, I had dissolved in it.
As if having something on my mind.
I came back, and again I'm on the bit.
8. TEETH OF THE HANGED
I am leaving my frail body just now,
And I'm feeling, that I am used-to-be.
Once in hundred years I take a bow
On a scaffold, a carnifex cripples me.
I was crucified in the Empire Rome.
In Europe of the Inquisition I was aflame.
Witches hunted for me in my funeral home.
My teeth went up in price. Bad name...
What a shame!
A beauty came into the hypogeum
And stuck her sharp finger nails in my teeth.
May be she whispered her infernal Te Deum.
I heard her laugh. She was again full of pith.
With every moment of alchemic affair
I try to call back unclouded days.
But I feel only this bad chilly air.
My mind is moving off to deep space.
I was crucified in the Empire Rome.
In Europe of the Inquisition I was aflame.
Witches hunted for me in my funeral home.
My teeth went up in price. Bad name...
What a shame!
9. CONTENTION
I understand: this world has forgotten me.
Who has died, that never lived. I try
To take refuge in Self-consistency.
I hurry to retire from death to retire.
I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some...
Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire.
We came into this world to overcome
The deep contention of fate with desire.
It is a step to giving birth to skies,
And in myself the most sacred glisten.
The coronet is above the all-in prices.
Eternity is whispering us. Listen!
Spirit world darkens the world.
Our world is only a totlot.
I feel the wish to sing hymns and then some...
Want to be like a prophet, not flat tire.
We came into this world to overcome
The deep contention of fate with desire.
