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Nocturni Luminis
06:39
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Nero subdidit reos
et quaesitissimis poenis adfecit
quos per flagitia invisos
vulgus Christianos appellabat.
Sed non ope humana,
non largitionibus principis
aut deum placamentis
decedebat infamia
quin iussum incendium crederetur.
Christus supplicio adfectus erat;
repressaque in praesens exitiabilis
superstitio rursum erumpebat,
non modo per Iudaeam, originem eius mali,
sed per urbem etiam quo cuncta undique atrocia
aut pudenda confluunt celebranturque.
Igitur primum correpti qui fatebantur,
deinde indicio eorum multitudo ingens
haud proinde in crimine incendii
quam odio humani generis convicti sunt.
«Quaerite! Quaerite! Quaerite! Quaerite id coenum!
Ite! Ite! Ite per vias!
Capite! Capite! Capite proditores!
Necate! Necate! Necate Christianos!»
Mox petita dis piacula
aditique Sibyllae libri,
ex quibus supplicatum
Vulcano et Cereri Proserpinaeque
ac propitiata Iuno per matronas,
rimum in Capitolio,
deinde apud proximum mare,
unde hausta aqua templum
et simulacrum deae perspersum est;
et sellisternia ac pervigilia celebravere feminae
quibus mariti erant.
Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
Nero subdidit reos
et quaesitissimis poenis adfecit
quos per flagitia invisos
vulgus Christianos appellabat.
Solo: Ralph P. Huber
«Quaerite! Quaerite! Quaerite! Quaerite id coenum!
Ite! Ite! Ite per vias!
Capite! Capite! Capite proditores!
Necate! Necate! Necate Christianos!»
Hortos suos ei spectaculo
Nero obtulerat et circense ludicrum edebat,
habitu aurigae permixtus plebi vel curriculo insistens.
Unde quamquam adversus sontes
et novissima exempla meritos miseratio oriebatur,
tamquam non utilitate publica
sed in saevitiam unius absumerentur.
Et pereuntibus addita ludibria,
ut ferarum tergis contecti
laniatu canum interirent,
aut crucibus adfixi aut flammandi,
atque ubi defecisset dies in usum
nocturni luminis urerentur.
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Envy
05:39
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Necessary is the evil,
necessary are the envy
and the distrust
and the backbiting among the virtues.
But the worst enemy you can meet
will always be yourself;
You lie in wait for yourself, in caverns and forests.
Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself.
And your way goes past yourself
and past your seven devils.
You will be a heretic to yourself.
And your way goes past yourself
and past your seven devils.
You will be a heretic to yourself.
1st Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
2nd Solo: Ralph P. Huber
Necessary is the evil,
necessary are the envy
and the distrust
and the backbiting among the virtues.
Necessary is the evil,
necessary are the envy
and the distrust
and the backbiting among the virtues.
If you seek to rise into height and light,
your roots will struggle earthwards,
vigorously downwards,
into the deep, the dark, into evil.
And your way goes past yourself
and past your seven devils.
You will be a heretic to yourself.
And your way goes past yourself
and past your seven devils.
You will be a heretic to yourself.
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame:
«How could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?»
Like thee must I go down.
Necessary is the evil,
necessary are the envy
and the distrust
and the backbiting among the virtues.
Necessary is the evil,
necessary are the envy
and the distrust
and the backbiting among the virtues.
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3. |
The First Night
04:15
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They slaughter on the wall
our fathers.
Around are their nets put
on the heathens, on the sinners.
On the high wall of the camp
they slaughter us our children.
The forest is free!
Cull the wood,
and pile it to afire!
Upwards! Upwards!
Those dumb parsonchristians,
let us dupe them pert!
With the devil, whom they fable,
we want to frighten themselves.
Come! Come with spike and fork,
come with embers!
We bluster at night spell
through the narrow rockways.
Howl into our wailing.
Come! Come! Come!
The forest is free!
Cull the wood,
and pile it to afire!
Upwards! Upwards!
The flame purges from smoke,
so purge our wisdom.
And if one steals our ancient excise,
your light, who can steal it?
The forest is free!
Cull the wood,
and pile it to afire!
Upwards! Upwards!
The forest is free!
Cull the wood,
and pile it to afire!
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Permanent Repository
06:43
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Human bodies braced.
As we batten ourselves,
as we pollute our shells,
we become toxic waste.
Shall we now search
for a permanent repository?
For our bodies to bury,
our conscience to purge?
I will be buried by the hazardous waste containers.
I live superior as I
demoralize this creature
between my teeth.
I feel the stress hormones working.
A cattle was forced
to the slaughterhouse in pain.
Oh how it pervades my body,
how I've awoken again.
Fattening – fall from grace.
Phytoestrogens disseminating now,
regressed masculine dignity,
disturbed regulation,
deteriorated sperm quality,
bioengineered cultivations,
shrivelled testicles
grow into the stomach.
Human bodies braced.
As we batten ourselves,
as we pollute our shells,
we become toxic waste.
Shall we now search
for a permanent repository?
For our bodies to bury,
our conscience to purge?
We'll hallow our bodies at funeral feasts
but rape it with bioaccumulation.
Solo: Ralph P. Huber
I will be buried by the hazardous waste containers.
We'll hallow our bodies at funeral feasts
but rape it with bioaccumulation.
Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
Human bodies braced.
As we batten ourselves,
as we pollute our shells,
we become toxic waste.
Shall we now search
for a permanent repository?
For our bodies to bury,
our conscience to purge?
Idea of production
forces us to take this slow death.
Cheap food production
intoxicates the surface.
This fragile entity must
hold the weight of bioaccumulation.
For only small interventions
cause irreversible changes.
Open your mouth,
you shall receive it too.
Absorbed in the deep structure
it prohibits all living.
You've quit resistance for wealth,
now only medical measures keep you running,
enable you to participate
at the free market economy.
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Throne
07:42
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Roaring horrendously in the pipes of the sacred lands,
the offerings to the holy character are being distributed.
Contraction, throbbing of the flesh, rhythm of the living,
low tide never endures for a long time in these sacred lands.
There is no abstract figure of divinity.
It has the shape of my body;
As every object is
a manifestation of the aspect of God.
I will not listen to any prophet,
the only truth speaks my heart.
The blood it is pumping through my veins,
it is the source of life.
There is no abstract figure of divinity.
It has the shape of my body;
As every object is
a manifestation of the aspect of God.
I will not listen to any prophet,
the only truth speaks my heart.
The blood it is pumping through my veins,
it is the source of life.
Screeching vigorously in the pipes of the sacred lands,
there is no serenity in a system of violent vigour.
I will not listen to any prophet,
the only truth speaks my heart.
The blood it is pumping through my veins,
it is the source of life.
Solo: Ralph P. Huber
Blessed by thy dissonance, blessed by thy mighty winds
There is no abstract figure of divinity.
It has the shape of my body;
As every object is
a manifestation of the aspect of God.
I will not listen to any prophet,
but to my heart.
Solo : Félicien Burkard
Blessed by thy dissonance, blessed by thy mighty winds,
dead calm never endures for a long time in these sacred lands.
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Scorner
06:37
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Lamentation reigns,
self-inflicted lamentation.
Moan, so many losses,
bemoan your greatest loss.
Grief, feel the pain,
how you prosper, pain.
Embrace the sin,
let your body be soul, sin.
I've witnessed your subjugation,
the day you chose an infant over men.
I've watched you embrace your torture,
your cowardice murdered any striving.
Since you were too weak to succeed,
you started denouncing what one admires.
Unable to change your estate,
you praise given inferiority.
Timid slaves cling to a hypocritical creed.
I despise you scorner of the body,
I despise you scorner of life.
The herd moans and descends in their compassion.
Solo: Ralph P. Huber
I've witnessed the state of nature
and his decision to taste the apple.
I've watched your shepherd rising
by reversing your own Christian values.
Since you chose to enslave yourselves,
you lost any right for lamentation.
Unworthy is what you worship,
you've given up and wait for death to come.
Timid slaves cling to a hypocritical creed.
I despise you scorner of the body,
I despise you scorner of life.
The herd moans and descends in their compassion.
How little you know about human happiness, you comfortable people?
Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
Lamentation reigns,
self-inflicted lamentation.
Moan, so many losses,
bemoan your greatest loss.
Grief, feel the pain,
how you prosper, pain.
Embrace the sin,
let your body be soul, sin.
I despise you scorner of the body.
I despise you scorner of life.
I despise you scorner of the body.
I despise you scorner of life.
I despise you,
I despise you.
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All through our lives we experience
what we can achieve and what we can’t.
Thus I demand the abolition of God.
We long for what we’re not but want to be:
an idol named God, our counterpart.
Thus I demand the abolition of God.
Thus I demand that man be himself the supreme being.
Abolish your God!
Mankind constitutes the beginning, the centre and the end of religion.
Solo: Ralph P. Huber
Don’t forbid yourself to arise.
Don’t wear yourself down, become God.
Thus I demand the abolition of God.
Thus I demand that man be himself the supreme being.
Abolish your God!
Abolish your God!
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8. |
La Propagande
06:08
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Ferdinand de Saussure a constaté qu’un caractère langagier
se compose du concept et de l’image acoustique.
On a présumé que les mots fonctionnent comme un substitut.
Mais le substitut ne remplace rien de ce que l’avait préexisté.
La langue ne réfère pas directement sur les choses.
Car cette vue suppose des idées toute faites
qui étaient déjà présentes avant les mots.
Le sens des signes émerge donc d'un système des signes.
On a présumé que les mots fonctionnent comme un substitut.
Mais le substitut ne remplace rien de ce que l’avait préexisté.
1st Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
2nd Solo: Ralph P. Huber
Jacques Lacan a renversé le rapport entre signifié et signifiant.
Il prétend qu'il n’y a pas d'imaginaire sans signifiant.
Lacan appelait cela la dominance du signifiant.
Les signes créent une réalité et ne s’adressent pas à une chose.
On a présumé que les mots fonctionnent comme un substitut.
Mais le substitut ne remplace rien de ce que l’avait préexisté.
C'est le monde des mots qui crée le monde des choses.
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Ode
01:28
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Seht der Himmel birst und das Licht tritt hervor.
Seht der Lichtbringer steigt hinab, bezwingt die Dunkelheit.
Statt ewig Nacht scheint nun die Welt so klar.
Seine Augen brennen, zeugen von Einsicht.
Vom glühenden Herzen stammt der Mut zu wissen,
dem Zeus zu trotzen, dem Menschen das Feuer zu lehren.
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Lichtbringer
06:31
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Vergasst ihr, dass ihr mir gleich sein sollt?
Habe ich euch nicht nach meinem Abbild geschaffen?
Doch ihr Menschen kniet am Fusse des Olymp;
Heilig gilt euch nur, was lange schon geschrieben steht.
Seht!
Oh ihr Weltleugner
ich bringe euch die Sonne selbst.
Sie wird euch die Augen ausbrennen,
auch wenn ihr sie fest verschliesst.
Vergasst ihr, dass ihr mir gleich sein sollt?
Habe ich euch nicht nach meinem Abbild geschaffen?
Tapfer und weise, Einsicht und Stärke,
Klugheit im Kampfe gegen die Dogmen.
Seht!
Oh ihr Weltleugner
ich bringe euch die Sonne selbst.
Sie wird euch die Augen ausbrennen,
auch wenn ihr sie fest verschliesst.
1st Solo: Ralph P. Huber
2nd Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
3rd Solo: Ralph P. Huber
4th Solo: Samuel Wiederkehr
Ihr wärmt euch nicht am Feuer, das ich euch gegeben;
Verlernt habt ihr, euch selbst Gott zu sein.
Ich sie ehren? Wofür?
Hast du nicht alles selbst vollendet, heilig glühend Herz?
Ächtet Dogmen, ächtet Götter!
Seht!
Oh ihr Weltleugner
ich bringe euch die Sonne selbst.
Sie wird euch die Augen ausbrennen,
auch wenn ihr sie fest verschliesst.
Seht! Seht! Seht! Seht!
Gerissen vom Himmelszelt
Bringer des Lichts
Seht! Seht!
Oh ihr Weltleugner ich bringe euch die Sonne.
Seht hinauf;
Seht den klaffend schwarzen Himmel;
Seht, wie tief die Sonne steht.
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Uncaved stands for unconventional death metal ranging from complex riffs to polyphonic vocal arrangements and old school brutality. Hailing from Switzerland, Uncaved consist of Simon Frederik Piringer (Vocals), Félicien Burkard (Fretless Bass, Vocals), Samuel Wiederkehr (Guitar), Ralph P. Huber (Guitar) and Gregor Bucher (Drums). ... more
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