KARNE

Origen: Francia, Nancy, Lorraine

Formados: 2011

Estilo: Black

Temática: Agonia y muerte

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Miembros:

• Apathy Guitarra y voces
• Armory Bateria
• Ben Bajo
• H.K.A Guitarra
• Raido Guitarra

Discografía:

• MMXII Demo 2012  
• Faith in Flesh CD 2014  
• Symposium of Torments CD 2017
• Condamnés CD 2023

SYMPOSIUM OF TORMENTS (2017)

Segundo larga duración para el combo francés en donde siguen un poco el camino trazado en anteriores obras, pero está vez teniendo que hacer frente a la salida de uno de sus miembros fundadores, sin embargo creo que el resultado final no se ha resentido. El sonido de la banda queda perfectamente reflejado en sus principales influencias y la inclusión del tema "Natassja in Eternal Sleep" en el tributo a Darkthrone, en el cual participaron, nos puede dar una idea bastante clara de donde proceden estas. Alejándose un tanto de temas más trillados en el black metal, Karne ofrecen en este "Symposium of Torments", diez historias repletas de muerte, decadencia y agonía. Sonido de black nórdico, en una línea bastante clásica con influencias claras de Darkthrone como anteriormente mencionaba, con una buena línea de riffs melódicos prácticamente presentes en todas las composiciones que hace que en algunos momentos su música se acerque a terrenos sinfónicos pero sin embargo no abandona el tono crudo y directo, conservando el poso e influencias de la escena francesa. Sin lugar a dudas estamos ante un lanzamiento más que atractivo, que se identifica con la corriente escandinava, con unas buenas líneas de guitarra melódica y un buen y elaborado trabajo en las letras. (8,3).

Epictural Production

1. False King Coronation 05:40

  The sky is closely watching him, motionless

Lying down in the middle of thousand laughs

Surrounding with smilling faces staring at him

Blaming his belief, punishing his choice

Satisfied to see this soul, suffering

From this dry sand brushing his eyes

Delighted to play with a tied-up body

Covered with bleeding wounds

His dusty skin hides his swollen veins

By the desperate beating of his scared heart

However loud he begs for mercy

His fate is already engraved in their joy

Feeling cold iron going through his flesh

Hearing his own blood dripping down from his hands

The pace of the hammer strokes accompany his heavy breathing

Like a church bell rises above the silence of a cemetery

With pain his eyes get closed and crossed

Releasing a few tears sliding down his skin

All muscles of his body get constricted and stiff

As if they would be already dead and cold for hours

Now he is united with a wooden bed

2. Pyre of Disloyalty 05:09

At the end of the rope, the humiliated being

Soiled in wet straw, on it befalls clouds of spittles 

With clasped hands, in front of the desertion of her won people

Worship facing theirs, turned towards the greatest misfortune

Heretic among saints, saint among heretics

Tormented by swords, spears and inquisitive hands

Abased, her nudity against the wall collecting her tears

Looking out the bars for her purest lie

Imploring creations of help that never comes

The hair between her fingers falling on the way of rats

Accused of being the man she has never been

Thousand splinters under her shivering skin

A last glance at the one she no longer waited for

Rush and lick the waverings which melt her

Evaporating clothes, hair and ultimate hopes

Suffocating the King's smiles and the rage of battle

She rejoins her lie through paths that traitors have traced

Four times the bright burns strive not to let a thing

Annihilating all of lorraine up to her bones' fundament

3. Waltz in the Shade 04:10

Under this majestic shadow, red is the rain

Loaded up with alternately pain and grief

Creeping leisurely down a wooden path

Colonized by heaps of lifeless flesh

Swaying along a tepid wind

Many dismaying wry faces destitute of greatness

Linking up bodies flagging in an distressing posture

Blossoming leaves coated with smell of putrefaction

As a ring of puppets dance on a constant pace

Looming like a mirror in front of death

The ones out of the mainstream dread you

Escorting sinful souls to hellish underslands

Through roots feeding on their congealed blood

Dozing from mangled limbs and chafed throat

Embraced by tight ropes which denounce

A servitude of a lonely pitiless master

4. Enlightenment of the Flayed 04:29

  Seeping into their nostrils, raising in them this severe paranoïa

Complaints turned into yells, breaking off the vocal chords

Becoming squeaks without pain among these strange murmurs

Then, the pages close the only access, sealed in the faeces

The cries subside in a world closed upon itself

Hour after hour, the heavy silence grazes

The reason of the blind onlookers

Losing control of those whose eyes are wide open

The emaciated beg, thrusting their fingers under their muscles

Stomachs placed on the floor, digesting their own flesh

As the fight begins, skeletal cries seek the atmosphere without sleep

The hands go crazy, pulling throats; teeth, and arteries

Dreams injected into one of them set up the fate of his body

The minute his eyelids close, his heart stops

The whispers continue whining, a smile freezes on the lacerated face

Motionless grin striving against the weight of a murderer sleep

Released by a void where blood and brain escape from

The generated lunacy assaulting its own creator

Faintly soughing for the last time

That freedom was within reach

5. Sempiternal Shackles of Savagery 05:02

Bodies pile up, suffocate by hundreds at the rate of waves

Further at any moment, the mythical Ifé, cradle of the unreal

Extinguished with a backhand are the revolting thoughts, restrained

With dangling arms, carried by metallic rattling

Annihilated are human hopes, annihilated are childhood dreams

Apart are the hearts, as soon as the brakes squeak resound

As soon as wood reaches rock, stigmatizing designed destinies

The generated inhumanity gathers under cracking whips and rifle stock

Erecting wonders of the world for self-proclaimed gods

May Sakpata cover their lives with torments of plague

Arising fury gets them suffocate at the end of rope

Or on a heap of skeletal puppets and satisfied flies

Tanakh mourned over, blazing, urine vapours escaping from

Hougan's blood consumed by soil of endless fields

As the one, by the sand of the lower being

In days of yore, come to entertain crowds

Like worthless dogs, engraved in common moral

Human kind, under God's stare, inflicting since the dawn of time

Embers and steel for its magnificence and its decadence

Beyond good and evil

6. Ave Patria, Morituri Te Salutant 05:02

In a rain of steel and stars of terror Scraps of bark make way to a rough black sea Dark waves cover the corpses of the wretched Fallen such puppets thrown to the borders of torment Feet trample on chests buried in the mire Faces still streaming with blood and terror The melody of howlings of sorrow and hatred Hardly combine with the din of hellish detonations These fleshes which run, fly, fall for days and days Every condemmed one straight off replaced Give form to a ballet of lights and tortures Which the acts make an epileptic nightmare Minds forever engraved through lying companions Filled with pools from where distorted limbs come out Will make disfigured automatons of some of them And of everyone, men plunged into realities of human horror For a hundred years, green glass dresses the injuries of earth and bones Where hundreds of souls wander on a desert shaped of impacts

7. Desire Achievment 03:36

From a coldness caused by a soulless iron blade Her heart turns unbeating and stiffens her undressed body Stained with blood disguising a wound which sets entrails free Veins and arteries empty gradually and flood the sating spot A fearful glare escapes from the pale eyes of her And drowns into the night depth of her agonizing calvary Wide open mouth is evidence of depraved relief Fulfilled with passion and breeding insanity around On a bed of cobbles, the abandoned masterpiece of profligacy Lies dead as a carcass nibbled by a flock of vultures Consumed until complete wear and dilapidation A soul in pain is confined inside Legs rise in the air like a lustful animal Providing charisma of worms kissing a piece of decaying flesh 

8. As Below so Above 04:33

Eyes opening, finding out verdant expanse in a thrill

Struggling to keep the head above this liquid flesh sea

Pestilential waves which tentacles emerge from

Guts of a nameless and pervasive abomination

Decaying hands pulling me towards the endless abyss

Soul volutes veil my sight with milky blur

The struggle for air kindles my lungs, my mind

My hands grasp the velute of tatters and the redemptive rock

The unreal performance leads to the most unfounded frights

Spewing, indescribable limbs dance haunts me

The ground shirks, taken away the obscurity

And leaves me sink down, my skin running away

Getting these fingers bak on my skinned members

The shrill sound of the divine

Splits the gruesome faces clouds

Opening my soul on universe realities

Horror shimmers my body, the other I who's sleeping

Thee comprehension hits me on the ending

My organic matter flows, joining in the foul scum

No longer waking up, away from the waves where my remains stand

9. The Price of Faith 04:23

  The iron through the throat of the Forth, emptying his veins

Condemned his soul, condemned his body to torment

Inhuman kingslayer, from savior to disgusting dog

Acted to liberate his own, lynched by them all

Tampered togs, his shaking bones oozing fear

The mallet pressing wood into his flesh

But teeth cracking is his only answer

His pride flowing out tear by tear on his cheeks

Prostrated in sputum in front of his mute god

Candle in his hand, forgiveness implored to Justice

His hand disappears in fumes under molten Sulphur

His crackling skin, carbonizes, blisters, becomes ashes

Flanks, arms and thighs, his whole body fights against the red steel

As blood and saliva seal his dry lips

Horses rush to the four cardinal points

Muscles scream to death to let them go

The are through the air helps these sickly members

Perished in a thousand sorrows the one who killed for his God

10. Among the Void 04:40

  The sun is still not risen above me

But even though I wake suddenly

Impossible to feel any heat here

But just a smell of death around

Deep black looks down on this place

Useless and despairing to open an eye 

Breathing in and out goes harder and harder

Distress and thirst come straight to me

Giddiness lays hands on my lost mind

Dust drops down at the least motion

On my sweaty eyelids and my shivering jaws

Providing a sensation of entombment

The sides which keep me locked in

Seem to be infinitely thick by touching

Loudly screams of fear sound hollow

Then vanish without answer nor echo

Heart beating is the only distinct noise

Clicking like a countdown of my own release

And blends with crashing sounds of kicks

Against unyielding infernal wooden walls

A blind feel of bleeding invades my fingers

Shaking in an air shortage standing up

And sends my mind into a dull dream

Led by a silence worthy of a graveyard

  46:44

Black Cilice ‎– Mysteries 14,99 €

"Mysteries" was recorded at the Black Chamber during the 10th full moon of MXIV.

MYSTERIES is dedicated to Portuguese Black Magic, to those who damn their souls summoning the dead, to fulfill their will of CHAOS and EVIL.

4th press on 140g 'ultra clear' vinyl housed in a 300gsm jacket with matte varnish and inside flooded in black. Includes a double-sided printed 250gsm cardboard insert and a A2 poster on 150gsm art paper.

Limited to 300 hand-numbered copies.

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