domingo, 29 de junio de 2014

SCHAMMASCH


Origen: Suiza, Basel.
Formados: 2009
Estilo: Black, death
Temática: Diálogo interior, ocultismo y progresión espiritual
Enlaces: Bandcampfacebook, y Schammasch
Miembros:
  • A.T Bajo
  • Boris A.W.  Batería
  • Chris S.R. Guitarra y voces
  • M.A. Guitarra
Discografía:

  • Sic Lvceat Lvx CD 2010   
  • Contradiction CD 2014
  • Triangle CD 2016
  • The Maldoror Chants: Hermaphrodite EP 2017
CONTRADICTION (2014)  
Los suizos se han sacado de la manga un disco doble de black, un doble disco reflexivo y engendrado en el ocultismo. La verdad es que los temas son largos pero la escucha de "Contradiction" es un toda una experiencia de idas y venidas entre sonidos black metal, sludge, doom y death. Sumergirse en su música es comenzar un viaje a lo profundo de la mente humana en donde culturalmente se asientas las creencias religiosas y dejarse atrapar por la perspectiva que abren ante ti en sus textos. Canciones extensas que fluyen perfectamente, intros lentas y siniestras, hasta que el tema explota una suerte de black, death, sludge, que poco a poco va ganando en elementos más progresivos. Las voces encajan perfectamente, hay momentos de voces limpias, como letanías inquietantes, y también hay voces agresivas consiguiendo una dualidad perfecta a las composiciones y es que la música de Schammasch es como la contradicción que da título al álbum. Un trabajo muy serio y todo un placer el poder escucharlo, totalmente recomendable. (8,8).




Disco 1
1. Contradiction 10:31
Worship what you've burned, burn what you've worshipped harkening to the voice of silence for the only word is silence and the only meaning of that word is not ascension through fall into highest abyss cast me into the dark devoid of meaning disguised as bliss my searing flesh burning through thy kiss wandering on bottomless ground I followed the serpent's hiss son of spirit thy tears to dust father of flesh thy will to stone dreaming awake in constant movement may thy will break as heaven's descent I am you I walk on divided water I walk through extinguished flames to obey is freedom you glare at me in defiance and die for love is averseness and death and death, not averseness is love Rien n’est faux qui soit vrai ; rien n’est vrai qui soit faux. Tout est le contraire de songe, de mensonge. I am your slave I am god you are my slave I am god we are all slave we are all god celebration of uncreation parturition of the unborn horizons are flowing through my veins as I drink your holy wine ecclesiastical masochism in devoted betrayal I burn for love is defiance in sadism for detestion in love do we yearn I hear your silence I forgot how to forget living on ashes I breathe not air but dust whining in deafness woman at my feet burn in these oceans of tears and shine in devotion words are but the fuel, running the scheme of life's mine map ... are but the blood to cherish vipers in our breast ... are but the howling of solitude enslavement we burn all... ...waters to dust drown in liquid fire light of the frozen sun star at its rising watch the stars die today dying to live as below so above enslaved by eternal freedom of a macrocosmical microcosm from where I do see everything through an eye that is closed from where I do know everything through a mind that is void salvation is the contradiction of everything we know that is   
2. Split My Tongue 08:22
numb to pain from wounds eternal I step into the void of fear this, my holy land sepulchre of direction sepulchre of will in which I seek abjection as we strive to reap defection the essence of illumination heralding divine creation split my tongue, blind my eyes curse my faith, cut my skin wound my flesh, soil my blood infest my mind ,drown my love crush my bones, burn my face nail my hands, break my will quench my cries, choke my voice tear my heart, evoke my fall bleeding death into the skies as thousand fists are crushing wailing walls to the heartbeat of the abyss deceitful shall be thy words these words are snakes, guarding the temple of creation and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life Aleph lucidum - flagellation of the spirit - in noluntas Dei unify my tongue, light my eyes bless my faith and mend my skin heal my flesh, purge my blood fulfill my mind shelter my love, strengthen my bones restore my face and free my hands be my will and hear my cries and guide my voice and seal my heart Aleph lucidum in noluntas Dei Aleph lucidum in noluntas Dei Aleph lucidum in noluntas Dei in noluntas Dei deceitful shall be all words   
3. Provoking Spiritual Collapse 06:57
truth is yet created from ignorance and division excessive axiom of reason he who worshipped is crushed by the cross of definition spirit has vanished, most fatal treason the divided truth is, before all, limitation unseen by the eye in the triangle for a concept does not need direction, nor even shape, or names but LVX you will speak the final word ever spoken by man, before entering oblivion and your mouth will be be resealed to redirect the concept of life to a concept of undirection reducing god to vAnus an angel of dirt consuming his entrails formed in víta by chains of opposition broken fragments of a principle divine why would you not let yourself be skinned to lay down the "was" and welcome the "will be"? why would you refuse to receive holy penetration from the phallic god and father? why would you not surrender to the river of poisonous tears and boiling blood? why would you reject to drink his nectar from the cup of salvation? will you still breathe, when the word is overcome? when all the water in the sea would not suffice to wash away one intellectual bloodstain? you will die before you have truly awakened like a moth, attracted to light you evoked Lucifer while the sacred mountain was crumbling you revoked messiah while the masses canonized their stumbling you evoked spiritual collapse you revoked spiritual collapse you invoked spiritual collapse you provoked spiritual collapse
4. Until Our Poison Devours Us 09:42
  wandering through the refuge of my dreams
nightmarish blessings to speak
decay in shrouds and fragments
this place steams in the mist of butchered mind

I became nothingness
I became abyss of expression
embracing the poison 
as hunger that keeps me awake

crushing eleos and pride
through reign of contradiction
clasping the dusty ruins 
reclaiming the throne of bones

commanding a legion 
composed of tainted words and symbols
erupting abyssal volcanism 
raising the omega of mind 

reasons to justify
the fall seems eternal
crumbling in rays of light
blinding the clearest sight

Chaque matin, quand le soleil se lève pour les autres, en répandant la joie et la chaleur dans toute la nature, tandis qu’aucun de mes traits ne bouge, en regardant fixement l’espace plein de ténèbres, accroupi vers le fond de ma caverne aimée, dans un désespoir qui m’enivre comme le vin, je meurtris de mes puissantes mains ma poitrine en lambeaux.
Objet de mes vœux, je n’appartenais plus à l’humanité.
Et je ne demanderais pas mieux que de ne pas épuiser mon esprit à réfléchir continuellement.
Rappelle-toi-le bien; nous sommes sur ce vaisseau démâté pour souffrir.

embracing the poison
as hunger that keeps me awake
embracing the poison 
as hunger that keeps me addicted

for I consciously perish in the bright shining embers of the golden sun

one poisoned well to bail from, may be more effective than countless jars of venomous liquid
why would I destroy myself on purpose, while speaking insensate curses against all that breathes and crying oceans of acid?
for what I still fear the most is myself
for lust burns deeper still than heartache 

until the poison devours me

until the poison devours me
until the poison devours you
until the poison devours us
5. Crown 02:25  instrumental
  37:57  
Disco 2
1. The Inner Word 13:39
an open heart released the eye that guides limitless light torn apart and fulfilled by darkness in dismal height nameless countless shapeless boundless nothingness the essence of god lies in the absence of man highest deep reveals before the first ray of light and meta-flesh reseals as the body of void and serpent sibilance is yet the spirit voice unraveled a new self carving the shell of an unself fires to choke waters to dry out earth to soak with poison before absolute drought a star of light consummate illuming what is not a sun of night aureate consuming Qadmon's lot the word of none is spoken without tongue and without lungs the inner word was the silence of god the word of none is spoken without sound and is unheard the inner word is all in one, born in none all is one all is none   
2. Serpent Silence 08:39
 solitary 
are all things which are complete
craving for completeness, other than the words in stone
while far above all things God awaits, the ultimate alone

o solitude - how many have mistaken
thy name for sorrow’s, or for death’s, or fear’s
only thy children lie at night and waken
how shouldst thou speak and say that no man hears?

I shall speak in tongues of serpent silence

o soul of tears
for never hath fallen as dew thy word
nor is thy shape showed 
nor as wisdom’s heard

supreme in self-contentment
sole spirit 
gyring in its own ellipse
singing songs of serpent silence
while snakes devour time and tail
as act of great defiance

they speak words I used to speak when I was in silence 
they hear voices I used to hear when I was deaf
they see worlds I used to see when I was blinded
silence speaks for itself, with stones
creating wounds that shall not heal

no anguish left to feel
learning to forget wherefore
no use of speaking anymore
for the world turns without sound
though nothing is stranger to men than silence
even as a star became the soul of silence most profound
singing songs of serpent silence
even as a star became the soul of silence most profound
it was absolute

no voice, no song might pierce or penetrate
that enviable universal state
the sun and moon beheld, stood still
forging numinous instant under will
as we were sailing out of equilibrium
on a spiritual ocean without end
into the eyes of a thousand storms
the wheel of desperation that never stops turning
we will never reach heaven
so I teared god apart within me
and we may never see the sun again
but staring into the abyss with pride
praising silence as the last remaining joy
still waters run deep
3. Golden Light 06:47
  ten million stars explode
as I open my eyes to the sun

Neshamah entwined
and I did hear the scream of silence
for there is no "I"
for there is no "us"

to my heart, arise
bring disillusion
to our heart, arise 
to my heart, arise
o son of flames
to our heart, arise 

things which are endless, would they ever fall
when you, mortal, crossed the veil of Isis?
was it not fire which created the seas?
were it not men who created god?

a mantra is set for those with eyes to see
clouds of subject penetrated by shining dissolution
I saw thee in golden light, lurking heresy
a chapter to fall requires a chapter to rise

I saw thee in golden light, bearing crowns of horns
I saw thee in golden light, veiled in thousand raging storms
I saw thee
I saw thee
I saw thee
in golden light 

come fiery serpent
rise unto me
as your falling unservant
I'm burning to be free

flame of transcendence 
enlighten my heart
without words of repentance
for tearing a world apart

I harvest thy sun
I harvest thy void
4. JHWH 17:10
Tired of opening my eyes again to a paradise of grey mist and blind consciousness, tired of trudging along the steep track of earthly voyage and of staggering like a drunkard through life's dark catacombs, I slowly raised my morose eyes towards the concave firmament, and dared penetrate the mysteries of heaven. Not finding what I sought I raised my dismayed gaze higher, until I caught sight of a throne fashioned of human excrement and gold upon which, with starving pride, body swathed in a shroud made of befouled hospital sheets, sat he who calls himself the creator. He held in his hand a corpse's decaying torso and bore it in turn from eyes to nose, from nose to mouth, which he began to devour in most terrible ways. His feet were immersed in a vast pool of boiling blood, to whose surface two or three cautious heads would suddenly rise like tapeworms from a full chamberpot, and immediately slip back again quick as arrows; a well-applied hit on the forehead was the familiar reward for breach of rules, caused by the need to breathe in another element - for after all, these men would still breathe air. They swam between two waters in a loathsome liquid, giving their best not to drown. And then the creator, having nothing left in his grasp, would with the first two claws of his foot seize another victim by the neck as in a vice, and raise him from the reddish substance into the air, there to be dealt with like the others. First of all he would devour head, legs, and arms, and lastly the trunk, until nothing was left. And so on and throughout the other hours of his eternity. Sometimes he would exclaim: "I have created you, so I have the right to do with you what I will. You have done nothing against me, that I do not deny. And for my pleasure, I make you suffer." The Almighty appeared before me adorned with his instruments of torture, in all the glorious aureole of his horror; I turned away my eyes and looked at the horizon... he is all Verbum Dei manet in æternum he is of fire in ignem aeternum for him we will fall Nihil contemnit esuriens for our fragile desire Nutrimentum spiritus he is creation Omne trinum perfectum he is our will to live Quia pulvis es he is annihilation Corpus vile for him, our lives we give et in pulverem reverteris he is the golden mountain Mons Sinai the light in our hearts A Deo lux nostra he is the holy fountain Aquis submersus the sword that ever parts Contraria contrariis he is salvation O fallacem hominum spem into his hands, I commend thee In manus tuas he is envenomation Sola fide my destination to be free Deo parere libertas est into his hands, I commend my spirit my love for him Omnia ad Dei gloriam into his hands, I commend my spirit for he has redeemed me my love for him Omnia ad Dei gloriam into my hands I commend his spirit his love for me Deus est mortuus into my hands, I commed his spirit for I have redeemed him his love for me Deus est mortuus Omnia ad Dei gloriam Credo, quia absurdum Coincidentia oppositorum Altum silentium worship what you’ve burned, burn what you’ve worshipped  
  46:15

 

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