† † BLACKPANTER-BLACKPANTER † †: septiembre 2008

martes, septiembre 16, 2008

CORVUS CORAX - CANTUS BURANUS II, 2008

(ORQUESTA/MEDIEVAL/LIRICO)

ALEMANIA

TRACKLIST

01. Veritas Simplex

02. Miser

03. Custodes Sunt Raptores

04. De Mundi Statu

05. Ordu Languet

06. Vitium in Opere

07. Quid Agam

08. Causa Ludi

09. Ingordin Et Ingordan

10. Magnum Detrimentum

11. In Orbem Universum

12. O Varium Fortune

13. Chou Chou Sheng - Preces Ad Imperatorem (Bonus)

POISON BLACK - A DEAD HEAVY DAY, 2008

(HEAVYMETAL/GOTHICMETAL)

FINLANDIA

TRACKLIST

01. Intro

02. Diane

03. Left Behind

04. Bear The Cross

05. A Dead Heavy Day

06. Me Myself And I

07. X

08. Human-Compost

09. The Days Between

10. Hatelove

11. Low Life

12. Only You Can Tear Me Apart

NOVALIS DEUX - GHOSTS OVER EUROPE, 2008

(DARKFOLK/APOCALYPTICFOLK)

ALEMANIA

01. Put On Your Shoes

02. Homecoming

03. Ghosts Of Europe

04. Sleeping Violin

05. The Clown

06. Passing By

07. Rome

08. One Step

09. World In Flames

10. Your Hell

END OF GREEN - THE SICK'S SENSE, 2008

(ROCK -METAL GOTHIC/ROCK- METAL ALTERNATIVO)

ALEMANIA

CD1

01. Dead city lights

02. Killhoney

03. Anthem for a new wave

04. Hurter

05. Die lover die

06. Let sleeping gods lie

07. My crying veins

08. Pain hates me

09. The sickness crown

10. Ghostdance

11. Sunday mourning

12. Bury me down (the end)

CD2

1. Tragedy insane (acoustic)

2. Melanchoholic (acoustic)

3. Hurter (acoustic)

4. Demons (acoustic)

5. Everywhere (acoustic)

DESCARGA AK CD1

DESCARGA AK CD2

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LA PANTERA (J.L.BORGES)

A UN GATO (J.L.BORGES)

EL GATO (BAUDELAIRE)

LXVI LOS GATOS (BAUDELAIRE)

Los amantes fervientes y los sabios austeros
adoran por igual, en su estación madura,
al orgullo de casa, la fuerza y la dulzura
de los gatos, tal ellos sedentarios, frioleros.

Amigos de la ciencia y la sensualidad,
al horror de tinieblas y al silencio se guían;
los fúnebres corceles del Erebo serían,
si pudieran al látigo ceder su majestad.

Adoptan cuando sueñan las nobles actitudes
de alargadas esfinges, que en vastas latitudes
solitarias se duermen en un sueño inmutable;

Mágicas chispas yerguen sus espaldas tranquilas,
y partículas de oro, como arena agradable,
estrellan vagamente sus místicas pupilas.

GATO NEGRO (EMMA POSADA)

Alma de duende en cuerpo de sombra.
Enjoyada la cabeza,el espinazo interrogante,
el paso de seda.
Las campanas desbordan sus doce vinos.
Luna en los tejados.
Brisa en las ramas deshojantes.
La pedreríade los ojos del gato se abrillanta.
Espera...La bruja de la escoba,
andrajosa y hambrienta no hade venir ahora;
se durmió de cansancio en el campanario del pueblo.
La desesperación en el lomo del gato forma un arco
y lanza la flecha de un maullido.
Un signo lúgubrese alarga en el silencio.
Gato negro, embriagado de luna.
Gato negro, bohemio de los tejados;
eco del infierno, silueta de un pecado.
Gato negro: seda, sombra y pedrería.

LA MUERTE DE LOS AMANTES (BAUDELEIRE)

Tendremos un lecho de suaves olores,
divanes profundos como sepulturas,
y en tallos y búcaros nos darán las flores
aromas extraños bajo albas mas puras.

Nuestros corazones, amando a porfía,
darán de su antorcha la llama postrera:
dos llamas gemelas son tu alma y la mia,
espejos que miran la eterna ribera.

Relampago único, centella preciosa,
una tarde mística de azul y de rosa,
el adios seremos, el llanto el sollozo.

Y después un ángel, abriendo las puertas,
los espejos turbios y las aguas muertas,
resicitaran temblando de gozo.

NO ONE IS THERE (SOPOR AETERNUS)

Now and then i'm scared, when i seem to forget
how sounds become words or even sentances...
no, i don't speak anymore and what could i say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say... So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone...
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, no, no... not one living soul
and there is nothing (left) to say,
in darkness i lie all alone by myself,
sleeping most of the time to endure the pain.
I am not breathing a word, i haven't spoken for weeks
and yet the mistress inside me is (secretly) straining her ears.
but there is no-one, and it seems to me at times
that with every passing hour another word is leaving my mind...
I am the mistress of loneliness, my court is deserted but i do not care.
the presence of people is ugly and cold
and something i can neither watch nor bear.
So, i prefer to lie in darkest silence alone,
listening to the lack of light, or sound,
or someone to talk to, for something to share...
but there is no hope and no-one is there.
No, i don't speak anymore and what should i say, since no-one is there and there is nothing to say?
all is oppressive, alles ist schwer,
there is no-one and no-one is there...

BEAUTIFUL THORN (SOPOR AETERNUS)

Ivy Kiseed he Shadows,
As Mnorning lusts for dew...
she with lips of sweetest pain lies in wait for you.
with the dawn she went away before mist veiled the earth; nothing reamined, except for the wounds, the olny gift of her. "Oh, For Themselves They Should Despair,
When our graves lie in silence,
but we're not there! when theres are voices...
close to your ear, but...no reflection...is hauting the mirror with the dawn we went away before mist veiled the earth, nothing remains, except of the woundm the only goft...
of him, me, or her.