Esta es otro de mis favoritas, banda originaria de Francia de estilo "Extreme Death/Doom Metal" que practica un sonido bastante agradable para los seguidores del genero.. voz gutural y susurros ocasionales, riffs lentos, pesados y agresivos que llegan casi hasta los limites de llegar a ser funeral doom
Ataraxie segun explican viene del griego "Ataraxia" que significa alguien libre de perturbaciones mentales o pasion, imperturbabilidad, paz mental, calma etc
Ataraxie segun explican viene del griego "Ataraxia" que significa alguien libre de perturbaciones mentales o pasion, imperturbabilidad, paz mental, calma etc
Banda: Ataraxie
Album: Slow Transcending Agony
Genero: Extreme Desth/Doom Metal
Año: 2005
Origen: Francia
1. | A Step into the Gloom | 06:14 | |
2. | Funeral Hymn | 10:06 | |
3. | L'Ataraxie | 11:44 | |
4. | Slow Transcending Agony | 11:43 | |
5. | Another Day of Despondency | 11:15 |
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Ataraxie - Slow Transcending Agony (Live in Lille 2007)
Consumed by this overwhelming insanity
My bones are crushing one after another.
Agonisant sur ce sol, vomissant cette lente agonie.
Pain buried, eyes bleeding
Blood leaving, cries weeping
Time freezing, soul dying
Limbs living, agony staying
Je n’ai que faire de de cet habit de chair qui me dégoûte
I will soon blow my brain out
So as to reach the blackened light
Which rules the eternal night
I want to see my bleeding and decaying body
Smelling death and misery
Without that sadistic life
Burning my flesh in my doomed coffin
My soul dead like the dead
My fate as cruel as gods
Slow transcending had poisoned my soul
Thy will be done, in doom shall i be
My bones are crushing one after another.
Agonisant sur ce sol, vomissant cette lente agonie.
Pain buried, eyes bleeding
Blood leaving, cries weeping
Time freezing, soul dying
Limbs living, agony staying
Je n’ai que faire de de cet habit de chair qui me dégoûte
I will soon blow my brain out
So as to reach the blackened light
Which rules the eternal night
I want to see my bleeding and decaying body
Smelling death and misery
Without that sadistic life
Burning my flesh in my doomed coffin
My soul dead like the dead
My fate as cruel as gods
Slow transcending had poisoned my soul
Thy will be done, in doom shall i be