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Liber Mud (1999)

by Trom

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1.
How long, how long are we gonna bear the ugly joke How long are we gonna bear the men in tie ruling our lives Well I see there’s no democracy, what I see: economical slavery Oh I see there’s no democracy, what I see: political sorcery Stand for freedom über alles! Stand for freedom über alles! Using brainstorming and manipulations Babylonians you need a destruction Ambitious guys, you government, you need a capitulation Well I see there’s no democracy, no I see: economical slavery What I see: no democracy, and I see: political sorcery Stand for freedom über alles! Stand for freedom über alles! In the kingdom of the blinds, the one eyed are kings Answered the one eyed monster To those who were asking for how long Well I see there’s no democracy, no I see: economical slavery What I see: no democracy, and I see: political sorcery In the kingdom of the blinds, the one eyed are kings Answered the one eyed monster To those who were asking for how long How long, are we gonna bear the ugly joke, how long How long are we gonna bear the men in tie ruling our lives Stand for freedom über alles! Stand for freedom über alles! In the kingdom of the blinds, the one eyed are kings Answered the one eyed monster To those who were asking for how long How long, are we gonna bear the ugly joke, how long How long are we gonna bear the men in tie ruling our lives There’s no democracy, economical slavery.
2.
For even death, even death may die We gonna say farewell False phantoms of glory There’s no security We gonna be smiling Under a rain of daggers Under a storm of bloody flesh No need a lie You gotta die Die before you die No need a lie You know you simply gotta die Did you see the green man dying How he turns red again and then reincarnates the sun All these sorrows are but as shadows No rest! No contentment! The way of quiet is but an illusion of ignorance! Did you see the green man falling How he turns red again and then reincarnates the sun All these sorrows are but as shadows All these sorrows are but as shadows No rest, no contentment The way of quiet is but an illusion of ignorance An illusion of ignorance Die, die before you die A ka dua tuf ur biu bi a’a chefu dudu ner af an nuteru Die, die before you die No need a lie, you know you simply gotta die Die! Die! Die! Die!
3.
Dans un sursaut d’innocence que tu ne saches rien Parcours le pays seul et chante Cours à travers champs, androgyne et voyant Détruis la forteresse de ton moi orgueilleux Laisse monter l’appel, l’appel de la folie Et parle à la rivière, à l’orage à l’éclair La folie est la clef dans l’oeil des initiés La folie est la clef dans l’oeil des initiés Verse de l’eau sur toi, embrasse l’univers Et avec ton oeil droit crée tout pour toi Cours à travers champs, androgyne et voyant Détruis la forteresse de ton moi orgueilleux Laisse monter l’appel, l’appel de la folie Ils sont privilégiés, ceux que le soleil et le vent suffisent à rendre fou Alors se passent des esprits sans fin Et qui distribuent des chimères à travers les murailles de la pierre La pierre qui roule en masse, écrase tout sur la place Elle donne à l’enfer la couleur de la lumière Et l’horizon bascule, le ciel se noie La lumière de la nuit hurle et les démons nous respirent On sent monter cet appel, l’appel de la folie
4.
Un clochard céleste, un junkie errant Ma tête est coupée je vois mon corps, non je ne suis pas mort Et si ça fait mal, presser plus fort La lumière aveugle est un linceul, sur nos délires Oui si ça fait mal, presser plus fort Les pensées brouillard sont le cancer Qui nous pourrit la vie Une fée lubrique, trop jeune alcoolique Un lutin bâveur qui vend son coeur Où est le bonheur? Et si ça fait mal, presser plus fort La lumière aveugle est un linceul Sur nos délires Oui si ça fait mal, presser plus fort Les pensées brouillard sont le cancer Qui nous pourrit la vie Mes amis, nous sommes à la limite du lamentable et du ridicule On rigole, on met des masques, on se cache et ça fait peur On s’embrasse ou l’on s’efface, mais notre agitation débile se perd dans le néant Aum Aum tat sat aum, aum mani padme hum Aum tat sat aum, aum mani padme hum, aum shivaya vashi Aum Aum tat sat aum, aum mani padme hum, aum shivaya vashi Aum Aum Hinayana, mahayana Aum purasana tat savitur varenyam Bhargo devasya dimahi Dhio yo na pratyodayat
5.
Soif 11:40
Nettoyer, toujours tout nettoyer Toutes ces envies de s’en aller Récurer, partout gratter Mains dans la merde et bouche en grebe Ne pas cesser de se cleaner On a soif, on a tous tellement soif Aspirer, toujours tout respire Odeurs de malheur à plein nez Aussi pleurer et te baiser Boire à la source de ta moule Les molécules de ton Plaisir On a soif, on a tous tellement soif On a soif de comètes, on a soif de chimères On a soif d’épousailles fantastiques On pourrait boire la terre et déchirer le ciel On pourrait bien tourner la nuit phallique Mai On a soif de furie, on a soif de la vie On a soif de colères pacifiques On pourrait boire l’aurore, finir dans le décor On pourrait bien tourner la nuit magique Mai [Delirium] Insaisissable comme la goutte que l’on ne peut garder pour soi Couler toujours comme source en mer Et tel un ange Lucifer, celui-là même qui paye sa liberté d’un mouvement éternel Être un ami de l’univers, n’être suspendu qu’à soi même, et rire, rire
6.
Salvatore 09:14
Lalite, maskando l’universe, inverset realitas vision Nusei Liber Mud, o betebou, o n’crystal per nos witter Ecce no name et no secret, ecce no name that would ever save us Rabbi Jeshut Notzerit, Rabbi Jeshut Notzerit Diabolus mendax est et pater ejus Ecce no name et no secret, ecce no name that would ever save us da day we’ll cross the frontier Lalite, maskando l’universe, inverset realitas vision Nusei Liber Mud, o betebou, o n’crystal per nos witter Ecce no name et no secret, ecce no name that would ever save us the day we’ll cross the frontier Salvatore! Penitentiagite! Sin accabar, guardate l’mutant, sin accabar vedete l’iscarioth Salvatore, Salvatore salva te! Ce l’different e l’ishmael, ce l’anderson l’estranier Sin accabar vedete l’outsider de l’amore Sin accabar, guardate l’mutant, sin accabar vedete l’iscarioth Salvatore, Salvatore salva te! Ce l’different e l’ishmael, ce l’anderson l’estranier Sin accabar, sin accabar Sin accabar, guardate l’mutant, sin accabar vedete l’iscarioth Salvatore, Salvatore salva te! Penitentiagite, penitentiagime! Ma, non pos fara l’ben, soy un mutant, un daemon Soy innocent, no voy burn, I un different, un outsider de l’amore Soy un mutant, soy un different, soy un daemon, un outsider de l’amore Salvatore, Salvatore salva te! Soy un daemon un mutant Non pos fare l’ben ma soy innocent Salvatore, Salvatore Salva te Lalite, maskando l’universe, inverset realitat vision Nusei Liber Mud, o betebou, o n’crystal per nos witter Et per nos will

about

It was 1999 when Trom recorded 'Liber Mud', the never released full-lenght, just few months before the band definitively split-up.

Active from 1992 to 1999, Trom was an Hardcore/Dark Metal act from Neuchâtel, french side of Switzerland. Integrating occult and obscure elements into Hardcore and Death Rock, throught the years Trom gained an unique sound which draw the attention of the dutch cult label Shivadarshana (Impiety, Order From Chaos, Mordor, Mortuary Drape), resulting in a live album release in 1996.

During the years of activity, as stated by the vocalist Fabrice, the band toured all over Europe playing around 300 live shows.

With this last record, the mystic-core act went full into a thick sound and an aggressive style, resulting in an hardcore-driven, progressive riff-based obscure metal record becoming more and more neurotic, dark and mystic by every track. Although mainly hardcore, the evocative and trance-alike trademark of Trom is not lost at all: tracks such as "Soif" and "Salvatore" are capable of goosebumps.

Lyrics, as have always been within Trom discography, features english and french language flirting with hebrew, deustch, latin and italian, furthermore adding egyptian and sanskrit mantras found within Crowley works.

credits

released June 5, 2023

Recorded and mixed back in 1999 in Szombathely (Hungary).
Mastered by Carlo Meroni at ADSR Decibel Studio in 2022.

Artwork and layout by SSCVLT and Matteo Antonelli
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Line-up:
Fabrice - Vocals and whistle on track 5
Steve - Guitars
Yorki (RIP 2020) - Additional guitars on track 4
Oliv - Bass
Henri - Drums

All files, informations and license was given to me by Fabrice, whom I thank for giving me the chance to breath new life to this forgotten album.

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