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Levrikon Jucifer give us another album about famous women in history, this time focusing on the young women who fought the Battle of Stalingrad against the Nazis in one of the bloodiest battles in history. Sound-wise, the album continues with a doomier rendition of the intense black metal of Throned in Blood, being as brutal as a Siberian winter. Favorite track: Боритесь, чтобы жить свободно :: FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE.
Paul Minesweeper
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Paul Minesweeper Devotion to my land and this wall of soundgore makes it the music which helps me to move on so often.
What can I say more... FIGHT HARD, LIVE FREE! Favorite track: Сибирь :: SIBERIA.
HaroldAllnut
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HaroldAllnut If I had to describe this album's sound in five words, they'd be: Heavy. And. Un. Fuck. Withable. Favorite track: Королева - оленьи рожки :: QUEEN OF ANTLERS.
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nidefatt Difficult to explain. You wake up in the morning and think, "I have to go to work, time to make some coffee." At some point during the day, this album plays and suddenly, everyone and everything you know is dead or dying and you know you're probably next. Album ends. You decide against a hotpocket for dinner.

I guess it helps you make healthy choices?
decompiler
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decompiler how did this band exist for 20 years without me finding out? Favorite track: Боритесь, чтобы жить свободно :: FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE.
[HKK] Hell³
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[HKK] Hell³ I honestly believe this will become a classic in the years to come. My review in spanish here: www.metalvortex.net/blog/2013/08/26/resena-jucifer-%D0%B7%D0%B0-%D0%B2%D0%BE%D0%BB%D0%B3%D0%BE%D0%B9-%D0%B4%D0%BB%D1%8F-%D0%BD%D0%B0%D1%81-%D0%B7%D0%B5%D0%BC%D0%BB%D0%B8-%D0%BD%D0%B5%D1%82/ Favorite track: Ни шагу назад! :: NOT A STEP BACK.
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1.
"The dead cannot be dishonored." --- Святослав Игоревич :: Svyatoslav I of Kiev The Land: Today the world shudders to hear my name, "Stalingrad". They fear what may be the outcome of this latest struggle on my front. But I was not always called so. Once, I was nameless. Knowing no boundaries, I made welcome all who tread. Within me flowed a rhythm of the grasses, the waters, the animals and the nomad tribes. Indo-European language was born of the same steppe womb which made me. Also were born armies, conquering in chariots drawn by oxen. To the north, the east, the west and the south, Scyths, Sarmatians and Hunns spread themselves from my confluence. I, crossroads. Near me a Queen of the Golden Horde made her palace. On my breast were nurtured Tatars. Their dead built homes in my soil, apartments of bones reaching into the sky. Enduring through centuries, Mamayev Kurgan stands grassy today. Watch tower. Proud. So in death Turkic warriors still serve. I, cemetery. Tatars named my neighbors: Sary-Su, the yellow river. Sary-Sin, the yellow island. But Tatars threatened Russia and inspired the building of a fortress on my yellow island. This fortress, Tsaritsyn, gave me my first name. And I became a gate; no one must pass me unless Russia willed it so. I, Tsaritsyn. I, Russian. Through flood, through fire I remained. In the struggles for possession I remained. Under Cossacks, Tatars, and Russians I remained. Through Civil War I remained. Names shadow my streets. Ivan, Peter, Pugachev, Razin, Bulavin, Stalin. Tsars, Whites, Reds, Soviets. As my buildings and population grew so did my usefulness. A hub of industry and trade, for the Revolution I was a mighty prize. After the Reds won me I received the Order of the Red Banner. In honor of the Red leader Stalin, I am now known as Stalingrad. I, Stalingrad. I, Russian. I, soldier. When the Great Patriotic War began my factories were turned to the making of armaments. And now the eye of the German fascist is turned to my possession. A wealth of land and water stretch forth from me, tempting all men with the powers of conquest and trade. My yellow river carries Russia's lifeblood. To claim me is to claim these powers. I, crossroads. I, gate. It is August 22, 1942. Tomorrow the bombing begins. I am Russian. I am soldier. I am ready.
2.
Child: Are the enemy approaching? The Land: Yes, child. Today, August 22nd 1942, they will begin their attack. Child: Will we survive? The Land: As peoples who have occupied me did before, you will defend me. And I will defend the fathers, the mothers, and you children. I too am Russian. I belong to you now. Together, we will rise against this enemy. My soil will drink Nazi blood. We will show no mercy to the invader. Together as a land and as a people we shall fight to the last to destroy this infection. They may do what they will, but our opposition will not falter. We shall stand together. Not one step back. Not one step back!
3.
THEY COME AS WATER THAT SOAKS THROUGH SILENTLY A GLEAM AMONG THE BRANCHES A SUNDERED TREE WHERE ONCE WAS NARROW A FLOOD PLAIN SWOLLEN WIDE WHERE STEALTH AVENGES GREED, THE SLOW RED TIDE LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES LIGHT EYES TRAINED ON THEIR PRIZE WHITE LIES WHERE THE BLOOD DRIES WHITE LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES A SYSTEM BROKEN BY MASS INSANITY A CRAZED RESOLVE FOR TOTAL SUPREMACY SUCH BLIGHTED WISDOM ROOTED IN SOPHISTRY FROM HEARTS IN DARKNESS CRIES A BOUNDLESS NEED LIVES SQUANDERED UNPRIZED BRIGHT EYES DARKENED INSIDE WHITE LIES GATHER LIKE FLIES WHITE LIES WHERE THE BLOOD DRIES The Land: My winter is coming to steal fingers. Noses. Feet. Lives. As my snow falls it buries the dead. My citizens, and yours, huddle together in terrible conflict. The milk of war is blood. The meat of war is loss. For the stomach there is no milk, no meat. Hunger burns like fire, presses like the heaviest stone. You invaders have come to bring siege but the siege is upon you as well. The shadow of death respects no insignia. But my people will not fail.
4.
MARCH WITH US INTO THE COLD YOU'LL NEVER GROW OLD ONCE WE POSSESS YOU SEEK THIS PATH THAT YOU MADE EACH SOUL THAT YOU SLAY WILL COME TO REDRESS YOU MARCH WITH US INTO THE COLD YOU'LL NEVER GROW OLD, WE'LL NEVER LET YOU SINK! INTO THE ABYSS THE MORE YOU RESIST THE DEEPER WE PRESS YOU RISE YOUR SHADOWS WILL RIDE IN MARROW AND HIDE WE COME TO CONFESS YOU TEAR THE SEALS FROM YOUR EYES THESE ONES YOU DESPISE WILL COME TO COLLECT YOU RISE! YOUR SHADOWS WILL RIDE IN MARROW AND HIDE WE COME TO POSSESS YOU TEAR THE SEALS FROM YOUR EYES HATE NEVER DIES WE'LL NEVER LET YOU PREVAIL FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE
5.
Ни шагу назад Ни шагу назад FROM THE FORTRESS ONCE CALLED TSARITSYN LOST TO WHITE ARMIES BUT REGAINED BY COMMAND OF COMRADE STALIN, HERO OF THE SOVIET UNION WE STAND AT THE END OF ALL WAR STANDING EVEN WHILE WE CRAWL BELOW RUINS WHERE OUR ANCESTORS PRAYED WE HAVE NO CHOICE BUT FIGHT WE HAVE NO CHANCE TO RETREAT THERE IS ONLY VICTORY OR DEATH NOT A STEP BACK NOT A STEP BACK Ни шагу назад Ни шагу назад WHEN THE BOMBS CAME AND DESTROYED OUR CITY WE HAD ALREADY LOST BUT ALL WHO LIVED STAYED TO FIGHT AND ALL WHO COULD CAME TO JOIN TO DRIVE THE WOLVES FROM OUR GATE OUR HARES IN HIDING SEALED THEIR FATE BROKE THEM LIKE STICKS NEVER TO CEDE MAMAYEV KURGAN TO DEFEND OTHER CITIES OTHER HOMES NOT A STEP BACK NOT A STEP BACK Ни шагу назад Ни шагу назад Ни шагу назад Ни шагу назад
6.
RIOT OF FLAME SHOT BY ANYTHING YOU'RE TRYING TO BLOCK A HAMMER YOU SHOT FRESHLY DOWN RIOT OF FLAME BLOOD LIES ON YOUR NAME YOU'RE NEVER DOWN UNDER YOUR TINDER GONE UNDER, MY EYE ON THE LANE LIES LIES ON YOUR FRAME TAKE OUT MY AMMO TAKE OUT MY BELAY DRY UP YOUR FACE DIE DIVE ON YOUR FACE YOUR GAUNTLET HOUSE PAVLOV'S HOUSE
7.
YOU ARE THE SHAME OF THE PANZER WAFFE YOU SHOT CORPS LEADERS DOWN JUST LIKE THEY WERE CLAY YOU SHOT CARRIERS DOWN YOU KEPT THEM AT BAY YOU HELD YOUR BUFFER ZONE AIRFIELD GUMRAK ... BEYOND THE GRAVE YOU SHOT FOUR HUNDRED ROUNDS CUT THROUGH YOU SHOT FOUR HUNDRED ROUNDS SO BRAVELY YOU GOT NOTHING TO PROTECT BACK HOME YOU GOT NOTHING YOU GOT NOTHING TO PROTECT BACK HOME YOU GOT NOTHING PATIENCE, PATIENCE YOU'RE NOT A MOTHER NOW PATIENCE, PATIENCE IT'S JUST CLAY YOU SHOT THEM BRAVE (BEYOND THE) DO NOT GRUDGE YOUR FORTUNE YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE THERE WILL BE NO FUTURE IF YOU GOT NOTHING YOU GOT NOTHING: PATIENCE, PATIENCE YOU SHOT ANOTHER DOWN THEY CAN'T STAY IN OUR CITY THAT'S ALL RIGHT YOU SHOT FREE YOU ARE THE SHAME OF THE PANZER WAFFE YOU SHOT THE FUCKERS DOWN BRAVELY BRAVE WARRIOR YOU SHOT THEM DOWN
8.
LEFT CALIFORNIA FOR THE LAND OF MY BIRTH SIBERIA IS LIKE A BRIDGE, LIKE A BRIDGE YEAH IT'S CALIBRATED WITH THE CURVE OF THE EARTH SIBERIA IT'S JUST A BRIDGE JUST A BRIDGE YEAH RUSSIA MY LAND CALLS RUSSIA MY HOME RUSSIA MY HOME CALLS I'LL WALK, I'LL WALK
9.
THIS BULLET RIPPED RIGHT THROUGH YOUR SKULL THE CRYING TRYING ONE THOUSAND TIMES THE CRYING TRYING BOTH DYING TRYING IN THE LAND OF YOUR CONFESSOR DON'T CALL IT A RESTLESS HEART ONE HUNDRED PERCENT AGGRESSOR DON'T CALL IT A USELESS FIGHT WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL THE REVOLUTION CALLED YOU DON'T CALL IT A USELESS FIGHT ONE THOUSAND PERCENT APOLLO THRALDOM OF A RESTLESS LIFE WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL WOLF SWALLOW TAIL LEGENDS WASH AWAY LEGENDS, THEY WASH AWAY LEGENDS, THEY WASH AWAY LEGENDS, THEY WASH AWAY LEGENDS THEY WASH AWAY LEGENDS THEY WASH AWAY LEGENDS WASH AWAY LEGENDS THEY WASH AWAY
10.
WITH THE GRASS WE GROW WITH THE WINDS WE GO WITH THE SUN WE RISE HE WHO MEETS US DIES DIE! IF YOU HOLD WHAT WE SEEK DIE! IF YOU MENACE LAND WE PROTECT TAKE HEED, WE ARE WILD AS SKY WARRIORS TAKE HEED, LANDS WE PLEDGED TO KEEP SHALL BE OURS WITH THE HERD WE RIDE CHILDREN AT OUR SIDE WITH THE SEASONS RANGE RULE THE ENDLESS PLAINS WITH THE GRASS WE GROW WITH THE WINDS WE KNOW WITH THE LEAVES WE BEND IN THE GROUND WE'LL END WITH THE GRASS WE GROW (DIE! WITH OUR HANDS AT YOUR THROAT) WITH THE WINDS WE GO (DIE! WITH OUR KNIVES IN YOUR HEART) WITH THE SUN WE RISE (DIE! WITH OUR SOIL AT OUR FEET) HE WHO MEETS US DIES (DIE! WARRIOR WILD OCEAN FREE)
11.
Родина-мать зовет Родина-мать зовет Родина-мать зовет Родина-мать зовет FROM THE TOMB OF TATARS HIGH ABOVE OUR ROAD LADY MAD WITH BLOOD AND GLORY IN HER EYES STANDS THREE HUNDRED FEET WITH SWORD OF VOLGA STEEL CHALLENGING THE GLOAMING SKY ROAM HER ENDLESS STREETS OF SUMMER WAVING HEAT PAVEMENTS SOFTENED GROPE THROUGH YELLOW LAND DRIVE THROUGH WIDE CREVASSE IN TENEMENT RELIEF PRESS PRECIOUS COLD DRINK TO YOUR HAND Родина-мать зовет Родина-мать зовет IN THE SOFTEST SILENT CORRIDORS OF NIGHT WHERE THE HOUSES CLING TO YELLOW SAND BABIES SLEEPING IN THE BELLIES OF THEIR LIGHT DOGS LIE RESTLESS WITH THE DAMNED
12.
YOU COULD HAVE FOUGHT THEM BACK SON YOU'VE TOOK THE LAST BITE OF MY TONGUE YOU'RE GONE, GEORGIAN! YOU'VE CAUGHT THE LAST DOUBT LOST YOUR MARK YOU COULD HAVE FOUGHT 'EM WHY NOT SHOOT YOU? ...FIGHT YOURSELF! MOLOTOV COCKTAIL YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT TO LOSE THE FIGHT OR GET SHOT BY ME!
13.
LAID A GOOD GIRL TO REST INTO THE EARTH AND SHE WILL GO NO, SUPPOSED TO BE YOU BEEN TO THE EDGE INTO THE EARTH LAID MY SISTER TO REST INTO THE EARTH AND SHE WILL GO NO NO APOLOGY NOW WE DON'T KNOW HOW INTO THE EARTH WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND WHITE NIGHT DARK MOUND WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND WHITE NIGHT DARK TOWN WHITE NIGHT UNDERGROUND WHITE LIGHT DARK MOUND WHITE LIGHT UNDERGROUND WHITE NIGHT DARK TOWN
14.
NO WORDS, PURE HEART. NO HEART, PURE HATE. NO HATE, PURE KILL. NO WORDS, JUST SPILL. I LOST MY HOME. NOWHERE TO GO. I LOST MY SOUL. MY BLOOD IS COLD. I'LL GIRD MY LOINS NOW I'LL DRESS IN SKINS. PICK UP MY GUNS NOW FIGHT TO THE END. QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT. BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT. I CLOSE MY MOUTH ON MUD AND VINES MY HAIR GROWS SNAKES. MY TEETH BUILD SHRINES. QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT. BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT. QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT BRONZE HANDED MASTER OF FLIGHT. BRINGING THE BATTLE TO LIGHT QUEEN OF THE ANTLERS TONIGHT. MY WILL IS YOUR TOMB I KNOW NO DOUBT THIS WOOD IS MY WOMB AND I'LL CUT YOU OUT. I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT I'LL CUT YOU OUT
15.
Когда в садах цвела сирень, Окончилась война, И наступил победный день И мирная весна. Салютом праздничным весна Вернулась в город наш. О том, что кончилась война, Играл победный марш.
16.
It is now 2013. The scars from my battles of old have almost faded. Great memorials have been placed on my hills recalling the days when I was fought for. In 1961 my name was changed once more. I am called 'Volgograd' after the river that brought so many to my shores. Some of my citizens miss the old name, 'Stalingrad', for it is the name their grandfathers, grandmothers and parents fought for. Some miss the communist government and the standards that were set by the old regime. Others are happy with new freedoms allowed under the Russia of this modern age. Whether rich or poor, progressive or traditional they are still my people. Through their daily struggles and successes, I rest. For now I may sleep in the sunshine. But I am vigilant. I am ready always to strike should the next invader threaten my children. Not one step back! I, soldier. I, mother. I, Russian. I, Volgograd: I am content.

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OFFICIAL JUCIFER Washington, D.C.

27 years of annihilating ears and insides with their famous wall of speakers.

notoriously nomadic, live in their tourbus.

brutal onstage.

eclectic on record.

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