quintessence

darkthrone parçası.

Eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals
Oh, I drank it empty in one single sip
Eight miles wide the valley beyond all hope
Oh, I filled the whole with one single fist

Five million Christians on a ride towards us
Oh, I slaughtered the bunch with one single hit (with my spear)
Five million women so alone in the night
Oh, I had them all satisfied profusely (every night by myself)

Ten thousand trolls hard as rock cold as ice
Oh, they ran when I rose to face them
Ten hungry waves they swallowed my ship
Oh, I steadily walked home (and I only got wet on my feet)

No single book were beholden by me
Oh, no question I cannot do answer
Only one single lamp do show me this way
And that is the eye of Satan

genesis albümünde yer alan mükemmel rotting christ şarkısı. sözleri de şu şekilde;

Here stays enthroned the one that breaths the night
the blood ruler of great fights
here stays enthroned the virgin of ten thousand sins
the virgin whose beauty dims all light
she is the one that walks on semi-dead souls
she is the one that her love is lethal sweet
she is the one that owns the fate of clever fools
she is the one whose smile... means your defeat

Behold her name the threefold breath
the veil under her eyes portends only death
her breast is venomous, her kiss rebirths
go further and further close to the death

Be wise to time be strong to hold
her pleasure for the gods, orison for the souls
her joy is earth, the color of gold
her absence is named cold

The lady from the end of all life
her power is the world, her fear is the life
behold thyself do not make her your wife
your soul belongs to her, to her knife

Fear not her lethal eternal grip
her loss does not make you weep, keeps you strict
a demon is for you, for you to keep
her ecstasy on your feet

The one that breaths the night
blood ruler of great fights
virgin of thousand sins
her beauty dims all light
she walks on semi-dead souls
her love is lethal sweet
she owns the fate of clever fools
her smile, your defeat

Ice in her eyes-soil in her soul
hard in her heart-harm in her arm
death in her breath-pain in her name
she is inside-deep in your life
Miss your side-take my harm
breathe my heart-in your side
we are in her-we must now hide
she is inside-deep in your life

Behold her name the threefold breath
veil under her eyes portends only death
her breast is venomous her kiss rebirths
go further and further close to the death

Be wise to time, be strong to hold
her pleasure for the gods orison for the souls
her joy is earth the color of gold
her absence is named cold

mastodon'ın crack the skye albümünden bir parça. oblivion ve divinations parçalarından daha sonra geliyor. sözleri:

the demon skin is covered in fine mist
opened his hand in my hand
holding my eyes to the future
hovering above myself
letting loose the guided
punching these holes in my head
the space time paradigm

omnipresence
primal instincts

let it go

calling reason
finding you
these wild hearts run
even deeper
burning through
these wild hearts run

let it go

letting me free the quintessence
in fine mist
opened his hand in center
holding my eyes to the future
letting loose the guided
punching these holes in my head
losing my skin to the landslide

omnipresence
primal instinct

let it go

calling reason
finding you
these wild hearts run
even deeper
burning through
these wild hearts run

let it go

shield failure
speed farewell

aristo denen makedonlu dört unsur ile (toprak, su, hava, ateş) yetinmemiş mi? yetmemiş tabii, ulan bu gökyüzündeki yıldızlar niye bozulmuyor, niye sonsuz dönüyor diye delirip bir de beşinci unsur icat etmiş: beşinci öz yani. esir yani. göklerin o saf, katıksız, bozulmaz özü. ne sıcak ne soğuk, ne ıslak ne kuru. sadece mükemmel dairesel hareket. bizim dünyamızdaki her bok çürüyor, bozuluyor, doğrusal debeleniyor ama yukarıda her şey beşinci özden yapılmış, tertemiz, ölümsüz. aristo oturmuş antik yunan’da, evet lan bu bizim unsurlardan daha üstün demiş ve felsefe tarihinin en büyük bizimki bok, onlarınki saf ayrımını yapmış.

binlerce sene geçmiş, aristo’nun o tozlu beşinci özü raflarda uyurken 1995’te norveç’in buz gibi ormanlarından darkthrone uyanmış (kariyer başlangıcı olarak demedim tabii. ormandan bir kez daha homurdanarak çıkmış anlamında) panzerfaust albümüne dümdüz “quintessence” diye bir parça koymuşlar.

sözleri varg vikernes’ten (o sıralar hapiste, aklı başında değil) işte o zaman aristo’nun göksel saf özü yeryüzüne inmiş, black metal biçimine bürünmüş. filozof düşünürken, darkthrone “eight miles deep the well forgotten by mortals. oh i drank it empty in one single sip” diye uluyor.

iyi ki de ulumuş. selam olsun fenriz’ime. (bkz: gylve fenris nagell)