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Rating: Do you think that Children of Bodom declined after Hatebreeder? Do you consider Spiritual Black Dimension one of the best albums by Dimmu Borgir?
Well, if so, then this is an album you should make your own... Why? Simply because talking about black metal is really limiting for this album which certainly has those typical black atmospheres, but is full of contaminations from other genres...
The band's performance is masterful, and the technical skills are, I would dare to say, enviable by many other groups in the scene (just to illustrate, there's a certain Vintersorg on the microphone and a certain Tyr on the 5-string fretless bass!). The music is certainly evocative and at times truly exhilarating, with pieces that are very close to power metal while still maintaining a certain aura of underlying darkness...
In this field, certainly one of the best releases in recent years alongside Vintersorg and a few other groups.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 The Genuine Pulse (04:51)
The gephyr, the sullen breath
Horizons of history re-erodent
The haven, where the stars are set
Constellations of manifestation
Glow, expanding through forever
I fall with the rain, rise with the ocean
(Rise, with, the o, cean!)
Drain to expire, the shrine of fertility
(Drain t'expire, the shrine of fertility!)
Burn as the flame, as strong as I came
Twine your existence, sense of serene
Thousand senses of virtual faction
Existential inputs production of mind
Instinctive, raised to find
As the salt in the sea, burns in me
Forever, the taste in your mouth is-aaah
Eternising the soul soaked estate
Solvable as fractional fragments
whoa, fractional fragments
Divine gracious divulgence
Pulse, rotation, the spine of creations
Wane as the circle of zero
As the salt in the sea, burns in me
Forever, the taste in your mouth is-aaah
Eternising the soul soaked estate
Solvable as fractional fragments
whoa, fractional fragments
The genuine pulse - the link of a thousand senses
The genuine pulse - entire celestial allegiance
The genuine pulse - dense induce of the indomitable
The genuine pulse - never to fail thus existence I sail
Through the elements of four
The gephyr, the sullen breath
Horizons of history re-erodent
The haven, where the stars are set
Constellations of manifestation
Gh-low, expanding through forever
Measure the circle of eternity
The treasure of ability
The Genuine Pulse
02 Gods of My World (04:26)
"The gods are great, I am the greatest"
Mother of earth, mother of all
Father of air, father of all
Brother in flames
Sister of seas
Gods of my world, behold...
Flame my desire
To grow and to breed
The wisdom I need
Gather in the storms asunder
Condone the cosmic hibernation
Steam of rivers, the hive of oceans
Praise the father's of all significance
The reckless burden of existence
I ace the rise of the furious
The amend forces
The amend course
Gods of my world, behold...
Pour rain on the fire
The fire that burns
The day of my birth
Gods of my world, behold...
Flame my desire
To grow and to breed
The wisdom I need
Gather in the storms asunder
Condone the cosmic hibernation
Steam of rivers, the hive of oceans
Recollection, my soul connection
The thrive of reflection, affection
Forever you'll be the tongue of mine
Through time and existence
By instincts divine
Forever you'll be the sight of mine
Through time and existence
By visions divine
03 The Black Canvas (05:18)
The very maxim of the universe
Portrayed by the greatness the stars rehearse
Premeditated by nature's sense
A modest exuberance so intense
That every mind has failed to grase it
Forged by time on the last of eternity
Complex constructions - a stellar fraternity
Spread out on a canvas of deepest black
The white glowing softness a fierce attack
On every space still to be filled by matter
A pursuance of that very first creation
Expansion and a constant alteration
The fringes of the canvas always stir
The boundary is bathing in a blur
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By mayhem
It’s a pleasure to listen to such an album, so meticulous in its details, simply perfect, full of both raging and dreamy parts at the same time.
The ‘clean’ choirs are surprising, reminiscent of legendary albums like ‘Anthems to welkin at dusk’ by Emperor: here, they succeeded in capturing that idea, extending it, and inventing something new on it.
