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ABSU(압수)의 2집

The Sun OF Tiphareth(1995년)

1집과 마찬가지로 앨범쟈켓보고 산 대표적인 앨범중 하나가 아닌가 싶기도 하다.

얼마 주고 샀는지는 기억도 나지 않고, 앨범쟈켓 멋있어서, 1집과 2집을 함께 구입.

처음에는 적응이 좀 안되서, 잘 듣지 않았는대. 요즘은 왠지 귀에 쏙쏙 들어온다.

멋있다. 확실히 멋있다.

음악도 중요하지만, 앨범쟈켓의 디좌인도 중요하다고 나는 생각한다.

그냥 벽에 걸어놓아도 될 것 같은 멋진 쟈켓의 앨범을 좋아하는대.

ABSU의 1집과 2집이 그러하다.

ABSU의 2집 역시나 앨범수록곡은 많은편은 아니다.

접하기는 1997년도 앨범 The Third Storm Of Cythraul을 접하고 나서, 1집과 2집을 구매하게 되었는대.

개인적인 스타일로는 3집이 더 피부에 와 닿았다.

듣기론 드럼이 보컬이라는대......

드럼치면서 보컬할려면 되게 힘들것 같은대.

특이하게 드럼치면서 노래부르는 밴드들이 몇 있기는 하다.

블랙메탈은 빠른 속사포 랩이 필요한대.

생각처럼 쉽지는 않을것 같기도 하다.

1. Apzu

 Sea of uruk
 I taste the salt of you
 I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh

 Dumuzi Apzu
 Your allure is so very pure
 Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa
 You shall drown the fearless ones

 The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem
 Your fullness and strength is my delight

 Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu

 The stars have spoken to me
 They've told me the tale of your past
 Battles were clashed by you
 Long before the cosmos existed
 O' mountains of Mashu
 Please help me to find the grey stone
 I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race

 I am in search of the Northern Nineveh; it's beyond the hills of Zagros

 I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth
 Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands
 They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni
 Their eyes flare red with glowing embers
 Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols: Arra, Agga, and Bandar
 In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia, Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour

 Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu
 Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu

 I have traveled beneth the seas in search of our master's palace
 I have finally found the grey stone of the immemorial ones

 I have raised my armies in the lands of the eastern, summoning hordes
 I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens, as my sword Diadem gleams

 The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of thez serpent
 A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat
 Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu
 Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed

 O' my queen, I feel your skin of white, I touch your breasts of life, yet
 there's a battle I must fight

 Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu

 Thy skin of white misses you
 Please don't leave me ever, nevermore
 Unless you go, please take me with you
 We'll ride onto wings of Anzu

 I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves
 The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor

 We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon
 We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark

 Munus Sigsigga
 Ag Bara ye
 Innin Aggish Xashxur
 Gishnu urma

 Apzu

2. Feis Mor Tir Na N'og (Across The North Sea To Visnech)

Across the northern seas, we travel
 The cold freezing winds will arouse us
 Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
 Transformed by our mother, we are
 I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster
 We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og
 The sea god guides our ship to Ireland
 The storms push us to the palace of Visnech
 Our swords with fire are rising
 Our axes with fire have risen

 The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air
 Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands
 Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned hills
 Acknowledging the commands from the king
 Our play lies north to the path of Nite
 And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles raged

 Raise the magick hammer of Mjollnir
 Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us through
 Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep with you
 I kiss the naked skin of white

 I lust your black hair, my woman divine
 I see a holocaust in your eyes
 (You are my princess of live)
 (You are my princess of life)

 Feis Mor Tir Na N'Og

 In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks away
 All will fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires
 Now, we bathe at the bleeding coast, while women laugh with the Gailant
 knights

 How sad is it to see my father's fallen halls?
 Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid winds?
 I awake the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh
 Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo Ulster
[repeat verse]

 In order to worship with fire and sword
 The storms shall force us to the palace of Visnech
 Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of Lugh?
 You should ask thy Emer to reply
 We've finally found the last paradise
 It remains in the light of Tir Na N'Og
 With the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god
 We shall complete our long excursion

3. Cyntefyn's Fountain

 The dragon's guide is chance
 When the waters are disturbed
 In the name of the great Pythoness
 Cyntefyn burns with the ground

4. A Quest Into The 77th Novel

 Long ago
 -in the shade of timberlands
 Horses and wolves united
 -with our invoking orbit
 In order to blister
 -the green summer plains
 We heard commands
 -from our benighted master:

 "Reap from the illumated sky
 ...and become visible to thy eye!"
 "I beseech thee; I entreat me"
 "O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!"

 We stand here to cultivate
 And summon smoke from the meadow
 A sweep of an athame
 (The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals

 Long ago
 -in the shade of timberlands
 Horses and wolves united
 -with our invoking orbit
 In order to blister
 -the green summer plains
 We heard commands
 -from our benighted master:

 "Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds; we thank
 you for framing the Rite of Hagiel. Bygone and beyond, we
 must always and without ease, be explused.

 The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of
 Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way. We shall lure thy
 lost flock from shadows onto day.

 Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight; therefore,
 watchtowers burn before the lift of the twilight"

5. Our Lust For Lunar Plains (Nox Luna Inlustris)

[Instrumental]

6. The Coming Of War

 Evil
 Summoned to war
 Eternal conquest for power
 Gathering armies of death
 To fight and kill at will
 Sinister weapons of war
 Piercing metal and man
 Warriors
 Mounted on steeds
 Ride out into the mist

 Awaiting
 The signal to attack
 Swords clash and men fall to their death
 Aimless pawn
 Only to die by my hand
 Battle cry
 Blood stains upon his chest

 Endless
 Eternal Pain
 Thousands die for a king
 Wretched
 Weary souls
 Raging battle never ends
 Hatred
 Inflicting death
 Destroying the weak at heart
 Eternity
 Becomes less
 War has drawn to an end

 Overthrown
 The emperor falls in defeat
 Great halls
 Crack and decay with neglect
 Dethroned
 He cries out in vengeance
 Impaler
 Mark is words of death

 Shadows
 Crusades of the past
 Triumph through the fog
 Sunsets drip into dusk
 Flows like blood on my blade
 Massacre the feckless breed
 Dismiss all empty thrones
 Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair

 Awaiting
 The signal to attack
 Swords clash and men fall to their death
 Aimless pawn
 Only to die by my hand
 Battle cry
 Blood stains upon his chest

7. The Sun Of Tiphareth

 Join us into hresholds of moonless light
 Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
 Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum

 Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth
 The sten stars of Assiah wonders why the meadows are torched

 The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah
 Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters)
 A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff
 ...and watches the thieves of serpents
 (worm of the eight-fold-star)

 Join us into tresholds of moonless light
 Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames
 Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum

 The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed
 Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL
 Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu
 the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls

 Tiphareth!
 Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade
 Strike it downward to a rusty point
 ...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow

 "Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison"

 I am above you and I am inside you
 My fierce eroticism is in yours

 "For he is ever a sun, and for he is the winged secret flame"

 I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm
 I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones

 Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth
 The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched