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Rating: This is a review that attempts to emulate the speed and executive violence of the band syntactically.
GO!
The Behemoth is a strong and courageous animal.
The invincible Behemoth is a creature of God and subjected to him.
But its courage is as worthy as its greasy and sticky fame, dirtied, annoying...
And so the Behemoth frolics in the skies, through its superpowers between flatulence and free burping, thus infesting the villages in its path.
Its ways are those of a villain and on par have no equal...
The Behemoth needs a lesson!
Wiiilllllllllllllll our heroes, a friendly quartet of anticlerical intellectuals, manage to defeat the beast that spreads its stench everywhere!!!?
Will they manage to solve the dilemma that so afflicts human poverty so as to reintegrate their lineage in the eyes of very Catholic Poland and acquire the name of the beast, thus attempting to climb the higher echelons of a more suitable mainstream?!
Breaking out of the underground, if that is written in their destiny, experimenting with the best their ingenuity requires!
"Pandemonic Incantations", the third album released in 1998, is the forerunner of the band's project shift, moving from the cornerstones of the black metal school, like Satanism, to themes such as occultism and Thelema.
The project installs a new lineup that replaces the members involved the previous year in the Grom project: Baal Ravenlock (drums) + Les (bass) with new fixtures such as Dr. Zbigniew Robert "Inferno" Prominski (Percussion and drums) and Mefisto (Bass, backing vocals).
It's pointless to emphasize the technical contribution guaranteed by the two, a freshness that will ensure future and constant improvements, in terms of technique and compositional ability, such as to characterize that stylistic and conceptual evolution so sought after, conjoined to the physiological age of the group, freeing those black metal stilisms, classifying it within the new blackened death metal trend.
Structures and partitions thus become more intricate, the composite violence of the tracks, both technically and in terms of the arguments dealt with, results in being qualitatively more complex and thorny compared to other bands of the genre.
What guarantees subtlety and individuality to the project is the constant pursuit in the use of scales that refer to Middle Eastern sounds and atmospheres with a taste of the occult that coordinate with avant-garde sounds ("The Thousand Plagues I Witness", "Driven by the Five-Winged Star" and "Chwala Mordercom Wojciecha"), soon to become distinctive components of the group.
The rhythm section scores points, thanks to Inferno's contribution ("Satan’s Sword" and "Thy Pandemaeternum"), which guarantees greater precision and speed, such as to base a perfect command with the holistic concept of pure violence imparted by the vocalist and string sections, the latter expressed within technical death metal of great quality ("The Past is Like a Funeral" and "The Entrance to the Spheres of Mars").
It took just over 40’ for Nergal & Co. to destabilize the metal environments and tell all the polluting slop that so plagues this genre to fuck off: bands with frustrated/fanatical/ignorant fans in tow...
Wishing Nergal a speedy recovery!
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Diableria (The Great Introduction) (00:49)
DOMINUS SATHANAS
PANDEMONIUM
CAPRICORNUS
DOMINUS
DOMINUS SATHANAS
PANDEMONIUM
CAPRICORNUS
DOMINUS
DOMINUS
02 The Thousand Plagues I Witness (05:15)
One eyed old man I am
Yet I possess the knowledge of thousand sages
An unborn child I am
Though I have existed for billion years
The invisible army I am
Though the won battle still to come
The father of ambitious and dissapointed I am
Brother in sin and abasement
I was Judas in your dream
Who worshipped money above all
I was the roman warrior
Who wounded you and drank the divine blood
I was pilate on your trial
Who spat in your pale face
Each thorn was a sinful spell
Each nail the fulfillment of the revenge
For which I have been waiting for so many years
Hatred for thousand holy heads
And also that many daggers pointed at their visages
The fallen angels, mythical daemons
Thriumphant in their blasphemy
I am Gordon, my name is annihilation
Extremination
I am the thousand plagues and afflictions
03 Satan's Sword (I Have Become) (04:17)
For ages travelled by the holy fire
Today free, free and triumphant
To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition
Poor and lonely are my adversers
Who serving the beast for million years
With the whip and crown of thorns
Shall be remunerated today
Wanderer, perpetual and restless
Master, equally hideous & beautiful
Loved and adored... How simple it is...
For many years my semen hath envenomed the races
Abomination to the earthly, to everything that is simple
And obscure at the same time
Therefore let us celebrate the antitesis of the eucharist
With the sacerdoral gesture you welcome us
I am your dazing threshold
Let us commence! We are void of our bodies...
The night, that we are honoured to celebrate
Perhaps the last during which I satisfy my desire
Wanderer, perpetual and restless
Master, equally hideous&beautiful
The real world or the imaginary vision
Still perceptible to my chaotic thoughts
Nothing shall taste the same again...
I am waiting for you to stab the world in its heart
05 Driven by the Five-Winged Star (05:04)
Sister of sin
Lover of my unwedden night
In blasphemy we bathe our unclean bodies
We find adoration in the filthy procreation
His will is our devotion
Giving in to the knight of the remote star
Falling in love with the darkest tormentor
The basic instinct, the obscurity of my soul
We hide our secrets damnedly deep
And these are the key to the sempimental glory
To the harmony of body and soul
Immortality, spiritual ecstasy and diableria
Sister of sin
When rich and when poor
On my way to the throne
Lay bare on your gems
The nest of filth (and licentiousness)
Of am I drinking your sweetest juices
The poison in the wine of asceticism
Down am I sitting om the fathers right side
And with his benediction
I am opening the Pandora's box.
06 The Past Is Like a Funeral (06:41)
Sometimes when I visit the landscapes of the shadows
Something that recalls the grave
Hides in the hellish depths and awaits
When I dream, it peeks into empty goblet
(and) becomes the wine of ecstasy and licentiousness
I know the one in a flock said: "Watch out, watch out"
But I will not go away till I taste the sweetness of your body
No matter it poisons and causes death
The past is like an eternal funeral
Years, thousands of them, I rotted in a monastic cell
I resembled a stone, hiding my murderous self in silence and fear
I lasted in the infinity of meditations and contamplations
Waiting for the deserved dream, there on the holy land
And its taste and coldness I remember
Bare-foot digging my own pit
I was kissing it as if the sweetest lover and begged
But was the sandto become my salvation
Or worms the people on the court of light
The past reeks of an oak coffin, so wet and old
Burning dirty claws in the wooden eyes of Jehova
I killed mercy, spotting on the laws of god
I celebrated the birth of power
I fall in love with freedom and the beast
And I spat out the Antichrist from my morbid womb
In order to give life to alvine grain
And concentrate the birth of human tragedy & destruction
I envisaged myself as a great magician
Althought they called armageddon the whore
Today I celebrate my birth, though I am elder than the world
The past only sometimes is like the sind
That we grave-digger throws in your eyes.
07 The Entrance to the Spheres of Mars (04:45)
Freedom - said I
And then the sun set and the dusk
Fell on my life
Transformations and metamorphoses
It was what I experienced there, on the south of heaven
I was striking with my fists at the heavens ceilings
Too low I fell, I did not reach the step-father's neck
Although his visage seemed so close
With bony fingers I desired to clench the crown of thorns
In vain, I have trampled the paradisical flower of love
And I trample its rights here, on the earth
Each sin - my soldier
A daemon of the several thousand strong cavalery
Not gods son I am, but the child of million stars
While each of them symbolises different human fraility greater than mine
I am the wisdom and the perfection of the universe.
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