En attendant de voir comment Valero va hat-tricker Coupet, un peu de musique.
Alizée, toujours aussi bo.. douée (holala, elle m'apelle son loup des steppes en plus maintenant. Je sens comme une sorte de connivence entre elle et moi, comme quand je cherche un site de pronos sur google et que j'inverse le r et le o.)
Thrudvangar, un groupe qui en rameute du monde putain!
(J'aime biiiin moué pourtant.)
Haunted Shores, il y a 10 ans presque jour pour jour, Cradle Of Filth sortait son chef d'oeuvre Dusk And Her Embrace. Vl'a la tuerie à 2'30! Tiens je vous quote les paroles tellement que c'est fabuleux! Chante PopB! Chante!
Dani a écrit :I fear the Augean light
is sweeping through Camelot
How bittersweet my triumphs seem,
now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost
Morganna art thou near me?
Languid, I wend my path to grave
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
Of the naiad neath the silvered lake
When waters stirred lay silent
Mistress let the mists descend
Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart
His sombre gaze defies legend
More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
Art for the Banshees song
Or our souls entwined like vein upon
The haunted shores of Avalon
The haunted shores of Avalon
Bury me in velvet dream
Lest I unduly wake
And seek to reconcile my thirst
With the cowardly tailors of my fate
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
To overthrow, plague and burn
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
To scheme of my return
Sur cet album il y avait également Funeral In Carpathia, un tube en acier trempé de ceux dont on fait les plomberies des yachts à Malte.
Chante PopB! Chante encore!
Dani a écrit :Candelabra snuffed, prey silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand
Seduce me with silky timbred limbs
Grant me thy dark command
Over the peaks framing tapestries
Of thick forest, dusk has filled
With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist
Creeping like violations from the shadows
To kill
Lucretia
Is my love in vein
When thy tears bleed sweeter
Than the midsummer rain?
Bewinged, infested belfries
Toll o'er the sobbing throng
A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes
Whipped and welted 'neath the barbed windsong...
(In sadean paradise
Ancestral legacies linger on...)
I am He
The crowned and conquering darkness
Satan robed in ecumenical filth
Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph
This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep
And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies
I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep
Embroided by these words Malaresia scribed...
"Beauty slept and angels wept
For her immortal soul
In this repose, all evil chose
To claim her for their very own"
Carpathia
The pleasured dead speak of her
In necromantic tongue
When ambered daylights are done
Masturbating in their graves
On her zenith to come...
Never leave me
This catafalque night when awed stars report
Their absence from the heavenly brow
Grippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts
Whilst the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout
"How the storm it fulfills
My heart, though unhealed
Celestial knives ebonied
And wild woods thrill
Yet far fiercer still
Her lustre eviscerates me"
Carpathia
Priapic lovers twist in concert with her
Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates
The path towards the castle weary innocence takes
I rule as Master here
Where feral hordes impart my temper
Love sank wounded when I, betrayed
Saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage
"Usher the spite seething Draconist
And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty"
This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep
And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies
I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep
Embroided by these words Malaresia scribed...
"Beauty slept and angels wept
For her immortal soul
In this repose, all evil chose
To claim her for their very own"
Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand
Seduce me with silky timbred limbs
Grant me thy dark command
Over the peaks framing tapestries
Of thick forest, dusk has filled
With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist
Creeping like violations from the shadows
To kill
Il y a dix ans (97 est un excellent cru chez les poetes), Marduk sortait Nightwing. Of Hell's Fire
Dimmu Borgir sortait Enthroned Darkness Triumphant. Tormentor Of Christian Souls
Immortal sortait Blizzard Beasts. Mountains Of Might
Naturellement, toute cette belle concurence n'a pas tenu bien longtemps quand EmperoR est entré dans la dance, car 1997, c'est Anthems To The Welkin At Dusk, que l'on peut traduire en français par Le Meilleur Album De Tous Les Temps.
The Loss & Curse Of Reverence
Ye Entrancemperium (Trym Torson est le Gattuso de la batterie. On croit que c'est facile, mais en fait nan.)
Thus Spake The Nightspirit (Nighspirit! Spirit! Spirit embrace my sooooooul....)
Mayhem sortait Wolf's Air Abyss. Fall Of Seraphs
I Am Thy Labyrinth
Putain mais merde! Rendez nous 97!
