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ARTiST : Khragkh
TiTLE : Ersatz
UPC/EAN : 8433391405390
GENRE : Black Metal
YEAR : 2017
RELEASE DATE : 09/2017
SOURCE : MP3
BiTRATE : 320kbps
SiZE : 78.71 MB
WEBSiTE : http://www.deezer.com
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01. Supraciu z samim saboj! 04:06
(Resistance of Yourself!)
02. Jadlovy bukiet (Juniper Bouquet) 05:30
03. Slach anihilacyi (The Path of Annihilation) 03:51
04. Impieryja-dno (Bottom Empire) 04:40
05. Istoty natchiennia... 06:15
(Creatures of Inspiration...)
06. Ersatz 04:50
07. Krom. Lech. Man. - Kruh. Kamien. Calaviek. 05:08
(Crom. Lech. Man. - Circle. Stone. Human.)
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Black Metal from Belarus
KHRAGKH - sounds like "krah" and means "collapse, crush,
wreckage" from belarussian language. The name of our
first LP album "Ersatz" means "surrogate". In album
conception it means defective substitude of ideas,
systems... substitude of life.
Album contains 7 abstract stories connected with
multifaced conception absorbed by deep symbolism about
slavery, death, war, philosophy and ancient history,
that was actual a long time ago and in present time.
This stories may be interpreted from the side of
personal human inner world, side of social or even
present state systems. Incertitude, spiritual weakness,
stupidity, religion, goverment... Everything from that
killing your mind and trying to make you slave
(physically and morally).
"Ersatz" its exhortation to rebellion!
"Ersatz" its manifest of spiritual and physical freedom.
released April 10, 2017
Recorded in March 2017.
XXIII - Music, Instruments
XVI.X - Vocals, Lyrics
1. Self-resistance!
Their palm will sweep over the ground
The breath of terror which's getting closer
With heat and blood,
With inspiration for me and degradation for you.
They abandon the heavens being in grief
Intoxicated with fumes of poisonous mushrooms.
Soil sown with dove bones
Will never yield a harvest of bread.
Eerie! Light! Warmth! Love!
Your blood is their temptation!
Hell! Darkness! Coldness! Roar!
Graves without crosses for us!
Honor! Will! Way through the fight!
It's your self-resistance!
Shame! Slavery! Calm swarm!
They will come for you soon!
Rabble washed by salt is kneeling,
God is dancing on withered eyes!
They feel sweet of crapulence dawn
From the horn full of tender pain!
2. Juniper Bouquet
Barren fate is a slut,
Tipsy sorrow is drunk.
The fruits of lust
Are the reason to be proud.
Ability to pray
Like imaginary hills of hopes!
Poisoned honey, here's to get drunk with it.
Poisoned truth are psalms.
Blueberry-virgin calls,
Juniper bouquet is a genus of whores.
The dope is embracing slowly
And pulls into the mire of its pleasures!
Nothing will remember you,
You are nothing, you're bastard, you're rabble!
You are just a dot, you stand on the edge.
You'll disappear and melt, you're ice.
You'll become a
Lenten sagebrush dish soon!
Child's vociferous chorus
Will expel you forever.
Will you make a sacrifice? No, you are a victim!
You are a joke of foreign gods.
You're not worthy of your body and face,
There is mud in your veins, not blood.
You'll disappear and melt, you're ice!
You are just a dot, you stand on the edge.
You are nothing, you're bastard, you're rabble!
Nothing will remember you.
The dope is embracing slowly
And pulls into the mire of its pleasures!
Juniper bouquet is a genus of whores.
Blueberry-virgin is waiting.
Poisoned truth are psalms.
Poisoned honey, here's to get drunk with it.
Imaginary hills of hopes
Are able to pray!
The fruits of lust
Are the reason to be proud.
Tipsy sorrow is drunk.
Juniper fate is a slut.
3. The Path of Annihilation
Grey hagans governs the rabble,
Dragon rules the world from the dirty pieces of paper.
The weak among the sick driven in the stalls of houses,
You bring a rent to your bear-eyed master.
They branded their children with a cross
Those children kneel to be forgiven.
They took as truth the lies of the Psalms
They think that every jew is their saint.
Can you hear the voices? æWe are here, we stayed'
The breath of revenge for the humiliated becomes louder.
Come to us, share your rage with your brothers, be proud!
Come, throw the yoke off your shoulders!
Do you exist for being a slave or a for glory?
Who used to call you his slave?
Take a sword and stab the worthless.
Commit the deed, stop being a cattle!
Humanity tends to the abyss of Nav...
The human element did not justify its sense.
There is a human's filth, whoredom and mutilation.
The human race took the path of annihilation.
Subhuman watches into the space with hope,
His sight is weak
He is bent, he's bending lower and lower to the ground.
It is so nice to see the mockery worthy its essence.
4. Bottom Empire
We rape our own identity
We step into our own shit
We got the opportunity to exist
We are the Bottom Empire.
We are given, we are fed, we'll not die
They speculate with our goods
We will dry up without them.
We are the spikelets under the sharp sickle.
We step into our own shit.
We exist, we are the Bottom Empire.
They speculate with our goods
We are the spikelets under the sharp sickle.
It will lead us to
hunger and loss
We are the silent solders,
we are the Bottom Empire.
We are allowed to pray diligently.
Grievances are generally forbidden.
The spring is full of indecision.
We are the Bottom Empire.
It lives in us all!
Get rid of it to save your mind!
A bone of rotten fish
Will fall to stay in thoughts.
We are the spikelets under the sharp sickle.
We will dry up without them.
They speculate with our goods
We are given, we are fed, we'll not die.
We are the Bottom Empire.
We got the opportunity to exist
We step into our own shit
We rape our own identity
We will dry up without them.
We are given, we are fed, we'll not die.
We had the opportunity
So let's rape our identity!
5. Creatures of inspiration
I saw the sky with a dead full moon
Merged with the bestial figure in my dreams.
There is a sign of the Black Sun, sign of blood and soil
On my body and over the land.
Drained ford replaced a spring.
Winters passes by universal melancholy.
Stars dance on the frozen sky
The sky is only able to remain themselves.
Creatures of inspiration looks ideally.
She keeps a thorough origin.
I touch her and loose conscience,
I enslave her, I rape her calling mine.
An image is being created, a type is being distorted...
She is in front of me, she seems alive!
I touch her loosing conscience,
I enslave her, I rape her, I call her mine.
The images of death as body and soul
Come to me with pain and chaotic movements,
Captivate and parasitize me
On the black and elegant canvas of skies.
6. Ersatz
The steps of creation are overgrown with spikes.
The phenomenon of destruction on bitter water!
They consume the ersatz of great ideas,
Mystified mind will spend through time!
We became different, we seem to be alive.
We are fed by the nonexistent forest.
The way of life was ruined, it was reliably changed,
The invited demon hunts and triumphs!
We'll be different, falsely alive.
We will cut down those nonexistent forest.
Our demon will foster and rape us
With blind sick children.
Pangs of conscience and thoughts of the immutability of
everything
Pushes us to take steps!
Now you realize that clown-prophet
Vainly drowns the ducks in the crimson river.
7. Crom.lech.man. - Circle, Stone, Human
Crom... Lech... Man...
Spirit - Milestone - Ghost!
Echo of lie - sin!
Pain, poison, laugh!
Circle... Stone... Human...
Body - Moisture - Dirt!
Echo of lie - sin!
Pain, poison, laugh!
Crom... Lech... Man...
Spirit - Milestone - Ghost!
Echo of lie - sin!
Pain, poison, laugh!
Bend over to muddy water.
Do you understand your feeling?
Who were you? Who will you become
When you'll touch the surface with your lips?
You are like a weak lamb...
The black flock is scoffing and watching,
But it doesn't touch you while you are alive,
It waits for your last breath!
Who were you? Who will you become
When you'll touch the surface with your lips?
Bend over to muddy water.
Do you understand your feeling?
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