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PREAMBLE PT.1: this is my first review, so I hope in your eventual comments you can give me some suggestions for future reviews. Thank you.
PREAMBLE PT.2: why review an album like this? Considering there are already reviews by people who surely love this band more than I do, given that I no longer listen to this genre, and perhaps own the entire discography?
The answer lies in a simple word: EMOTIONS, and in the fact that regardless of whether this album is a masterpiece (for any black metal listener) or not (for any technical death and prog listener), the simple emotions this album has given me have only been felt with a few other albums in my vast discography.
I suppose any metal listener has had their period of misanthropy and solitude, some at 14-16 years old, others like me at 20, and listening to this album in your dark room thinking about nothing but yourself while "Transilvanian Hunger" plays in the background, the concept of misanthropy reaches its peak.
Yes, you understood correctly, this album should be listened to while alone, perhaps before dawn (as I did at 5:30 in the morning) or while walking in the woods, and that's when I understood that man and nature are one.. Many of you might be laughing reading my statements, but all this was true for me, listening to "Transilvanian Hunger" in complete solitude I didn’t think about burning churches or killing someone (strange but true), I simply thought about myself, no hate, no love, not even apathy, I simply traveled with my mind and that's it.
Did I perhaps do wrong? Is thinking only of oneself in those moments selfish? I don’t know, I only know that everyone should do it at least once a day and I bet many problems would be solved without difficulty. I also know that this album has to be listened to at least once in a lifetime, perhaps some of you will discard it afterward, but others will discover a new path, who knows.
I will not perform a track-by-track analysis because I don't evaluate individual songs but the entire album, also because in the end these songs all somewhat resemble one another two chords blared from a buzzing guitar, a barely audible drum in the background, and a production as raw as it gets, but none of this matters, what counts in the end is what you felt, nothing more, nothing less.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Transilvanian Hunger (06:09)
Transilvanian Hunger
the mountain so Cold
Cold Cold Soul Cold
Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt forever at Night
Take me can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally in your daylight slumber
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living... The only heat is warm blood
So Pure... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Hail to the True, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment
To be the Ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright the Dearest Katharsis
Beautiful Evil Self to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal
Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold
So Pure... Evil, Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
03 Skald av Satans sol (04:28)
Tåken tetner
Mørket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller
Her ute I Dyrets domene
Gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog
Engler løper, engler flyr
Vekk fra min egen kikegaard
Jeg star under en kald vind
Taken letter fra englers flukt
Jeg drikker fra Manens Kalde
Bleke lys og hylder Satans sol
En Grusom Ondskap siver inn og fyller kropp og sjel
En himmel av Daudinger
Tortur og Hat
Tåken tetner
Mørket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller
La meg for evig tjene de toogsytti evig falne
I den Kolde Mørke brønn av de Slue sorte
Verdig utropes jeg som den Uhellige treenighets Skald
Når helvete en gang kaller, er det ingen vei tilbake
Tåken tetner
Mørket faller
Ondskap Slumrer
Skogen kaller
05 Graven tåkeheimens saler (04:59)
Naberg reiste seg, når ved Mannahemens garden
Økstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke - dog var er byllepestens plager
Ingen gjestet frender, ingen gjestet prest
Ingen drog til byen, uten lanse og til hest
I Opphavs tider sang de sanger, for seg selv og sine fedre
I dag synges kun de sanger, som skal gjøre morgendagen bedre
Sanger for den neste, ingen sanger for den Beste
Svik og løgn har fatt sin plass, I midgard jotneses palass
En mann vandret rolig, sikker, stolt der mellom hus
Han ferdedes blant folk, han trakket tyredd der blant mus
Flere hundre menn, han gjestet hver kald natt
Han var enøyd, høy og tynn, og på sitt hode bar han hatt
Ensom mann han vandret, over bivsrot en kald morgen
Han ristet på sitt hode, over menneskenes tap
For de sikret seg en plass, I en ufødt tragisk himmel
For de vandret nor og ned, for de rotnet I Hels fred
06 I en hall med flesk og mjød (05:12)
I en gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,
Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.
Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,
for ingen kunne vite - hvorhen hengingen fant sted
Ensom mann han var - Da han dro til Valfars plass,
han ankom iført Brynje - til et storslått Grimt Palass.
Tusen år var gått - siden forrige mann kom dit.
de gråt av Dyster glede - da en sínn kom endelig.
Nor for det Trolske gapet - var en takeheim dypt ned.
Rekker av Nors sínner - vandret dithen nor og ned.
Ingen manglet Grav - og ingen manglet sínner,
for de for av elle og sott - dit til Kuldeheimens senger.
Kun fa av vaktens barn - kom til Farens rike rad,
for listig svik blant dem - førte flestemann dypt ned.
Dog kan man híre sangen - hver en Hedensk gammel høytid
for ja enna festes det - blant De trofaste Ods Sønner.
[Skrevet for Darkthrone av Greifi Grishnackh 31/12 - 1993 a.Y.P.S.]
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