KATAXU - Hunger of Elements (2005)

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Poland

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2005

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Full-lenght

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Хотя творчество польской black metal группы Kataxu не имеет прямого отношения к НС в отличие от Sunwheel или Gontyna Cry, где принимают участие музыканты этой команды, оно пропитано ариософией, философским взглядом на мир и создаёт фон для того, чтобы вдохновляться образами Occult Reich также, как музыка Burzum или Fanisk.

Kataxu отличается от многих других групп спиритуальной, метафизической, а в некоторых местах даже вампирической атмосферой звучания в стилистике Dimmu Borgir: всё происходит будто бы в астральном пространстве или в мире платоновских идей, где вечные образы материальных предметов застывают, как отражение в магическом зеркале.
Такой эффект достигается за счёт использования клавиш, которые пронизывают весь саунд разнообразными, многосторонними аранжировками и синтезаторными партиями, тяжелых гитар, инструментальных треков, разделяющих три основные композиции, а также общей направленности альбома, увлекающего в бездонный омут пространств и миров, где время замерло и гравитация перестала существовать. Остаётся только полёт над бескрайними ночными ландшафтами, обозреваемых с высоты острым орлиным взглядом, в королевство Aurora Borealis, утренней зари, а поскольку музыка эта затягивает с первых же секунд, так что 6 композиций и 48 минут общего звучания проносятся на одном дыхании. Кое-где встречаются места, напоминающие не только ранних Nokturnal Mortum и Emperor, что естественно с таким уклоном в симфонический блэк метал, но также Wojnar или Perunwit, что несколько разнообразит жёсткое и довольно сумрачное повествование. Время от времени проскальзывают ноты торжественности, гордости своим наследием, что естественно для языческой команды, особенно заметные в такой концептуальной композиции, как «Below the Tree of Life», в целом же саунд идёт сплошной и плотной волной с редкими мгновениями, позволяющими перевести дыхание.

В итоге у польской группы получилось повествование, более разноплановое, чем их дебютный альбом «Roots Thunder», которое подошло бы в качестве саундтрека для некоторых книг Мигеля Серрано или Савитри Деви, а также для того, чтобы прозвучать под сводами замка Вевельсбург, где маги Чёрного ордена проводили свои ритуалы.

Лирика

1. In My Dungeon!(Music and lyrics by Piaty, Keyboards by Jacek Melnicki)Rushing through dense forests of mountains and dellsThe rustling robes, and the hair made of wild waves of airA stoney palm, with a dreadful beauty,Clenches sharpening the shine of the orbits.Stimulated by thousands of fiery swamps, I feel the rhythym of the pulsating earth.Tongues rising up to the heavens — pulsating veins in rocky fissures.The flowers of scarlet, forming a mist…the forging gleam of the aurora australis…the winds of the Gods is within me!Ingenuous thoughts; lead me!I walk on the path of instinct — I grow with no impediment for future epochs.Nothing will stop my everlasting roamThe winged praxis towards millions of gatesI, the wind of the ancient world, create an alien touch amongst the two lights -The key to the immortal fog, and the encoded strength.»The mystery of blood — lies in us, children of the noble race…»»I, the wind! Recollecting the times of the shining Atlantis…»…Many are already uncovered, and the road is thawed through the sunset in the West, but I dare to reach the unimaginable!The bourne is grand — through an abstract psyche, here is my frantic artI, the wind of time — create a dimension of undestructable thoughtsThe word ‘keys’ became firmer than the one forged into stone.Welcome to my rooted hemisphere of fire.I scatter the remains of the rouge layersI sharpen my instinct — and my feelings pierce through the barriers (behind the cosmos)Upon the rocks of the mountainous hemorrhagesA symphony of the priest’s dance…hate bursts out from the lipsThe crowns of the surrounding trees give notice — the dances in leafy robes shine…in my hemisphere of fireHere is the only moment where the shine of dawn is rotten for the eyes.Here is my victory, the birth amongst chaos.You try to find me on your palm, wandering through the mountains, but your life lines are laid down in fear.I melt your tears, and your unwanted feelingsIn the line of cold hearts — like the spearhead of the One-Eyed God!Proficient and cunning in movement with the stars; I treat my victim with neglect. I long to strangle (it) with poetry, from within the deep blossoms.Here is the mad climax and the screaming rhythm when I melt the precious orbits…an empty gift of life…in my dungeon!My thoughts organised with a possessed laughThe explosions of the hating pulse — let them lead me through this hemisphere of fireI curse you, to burn in a fiery sacrifice!…in my dungeon!The Northern course intensifies my strengthAscending the aurora australis — I douse my hands into the lakes of starsThe mountainous swamps call — through the embers of sheared heads.Here is my homage to the mountainous blossoms — the ancient earth remembersHere is the rocky beginning — in the hands of the elementsThe hidden word — «keys» — within the human psyche.2. In Arms of the Astral Worldinstrumental3. Below the Tree of Life 10:51 Hide lyrics(Music and lyrics by Piąty, keyboards by Jacek Melnicki)In a flamed abyss, into a maelstrom of the deepest cavesHere — below the tree of life…Moving dark blocks of rubbleTouching the mighty wings, whirl between nine candles of fate!Awakening amongst abdomens and rites…The dense air of the halls and the wells’ screams in the ancient tongues of wood.Twirling amongst everlasting calls…The underwater gap on the bloodied torn tree of life…The echo of the demons’ chants strikes like kisses of death……below, the timeless vapor, and the death of united thoughts.Through the nine candles of fateThe designs of the walls of time are endless in moving images.An innocent reflection of the white lady’s laughterThis is the mighty power in a borderless image of the ancient.Here, below — the frozen walls weep reaching immensity.Crowded mothers fade in the distance, and the leaves reach for the horizon.Mixed ashes within elements, the underwater lava forms paths -When the soul begins to burn returning to the roots of beingThe tears of ecstasy sculpture the countenanceThe screams strangle shapesPillars of faces flowing in a victorious conversionSacred elements of the abyss — Kataxu!Lead for me the wheels of death and life are lit…I remember! Being born many a time, living ruddiness of the worlds!I, bringer of the dusk…Glorifying the most cruel of wisdomsCreating ages of tyranny in the midst of a short lifeInfiltrating worlds full of religion and incarnationsWith innocence my robe of scarlet is moistenedMechanical faces of envy; balls in cycles of a lighted demiseCaverns of my aura — in a vortex of the deepest cavesRouge wafts of melancholyAwakening with poison of sweet catacombsBreathe the shadows into the space of horizon!This is the Reich arising from the war drawn pathThrough the solar line of the division of the two sunsTowards the top of the center of madnessThrough the solar line of comets at the countless stars of chaosNow, the machine of time counts back the falls for the violent victoryNow, with a proud march through the thirteenth planet — stomp upon the pearls of the disease4. NightSky…the dawn of the nocturnal sun carries radianceIn the bloody kiss, behind the protection of the night he lies amongst the rocks…and only the sigh of the mountains gives a sign that you will willingly sacrifice your ruin heart -In the mountains amongst the runic circles, surrounded by a gale of pagan names5. The Manifesto of the Unity(Music by Piaty and Melfas, lyrics by Melfas)Let the heavy breath of clouds magnify the horizonLet all of the matured ultra feelings burn with bloody spew of the Gods’ fireLet the waters strike with waves of hate!Let Ragnarok begin, from the loudest scream of unity!A vitreous female — ripped from a wombThen and there had passed her palm over to become the first ladyThen and there the flakes had uncovered the wild attachmentShe cried, covering her vulgar laugh underneath her maskShe passed her palm over the thousands swirling in a sexual rhythm.She envenomed the Gods with a drink…To procreate a war monster of a hundred yearsThe vitreous female within the web of Orion(Do you hear the mighty steps above the waters!?Their calling was heard, but no one saw their demonic wings…)(The ages in which begriming the the faith and the race have never been so apt)Don’t ask, if it is eay to find the key in one of the sources of creationIf the fall of the hounds’ faith is nearIf the wrath of the pantheon still hears its flame at the corners of the worldLet’s throw a shadow of crystal murdersBecause this is the time — where birds can only flyUpon the golden formationUpon a heap of thoughtsThe pearls of the hounds’ dog will crawl — in its mighty beautyOn a leash, dragged behind the godly chariots of war!!!You will stand, like before, underneath the whip of Ancient RomeIn the frantic laugh of Sparta, I will push your brood off the mountainLet the gales speak when the crows shall laugh!Pick out the eyes so they can see!The prophecies in which the background was foundFor the end of millions of sheep eyesThis is the wolf era of truth — amongst the burning of sanctuaries lies!In the hands of puppets — the sanctuaries of the world trembleThe cold wind still ripples the hue changing wate…Creations of short breath shall crawl — forever!Because these are the epochs of power, entangled and unified!And the gale shall blow into the horn of victory — to all the corners of the world!The victims, for the holes in time, shall be stopped in a vortex of vulgar laughs and eternal motionless!Those, who bowed down to the hounded god,Will now dip their necks, before the rings of power!Seperated amongst dead embodiments — creatures of short breath!Pick out the eyes so they can see!6. The Breath of Atlantisinstrumental