Black Sun Empire - 1800 Contact
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- Black Sun Empire - 1800 Contact
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2:30 "Holy Sonnet X" :D
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.
2024!
This track is so dark my speakers started to gain mass uncontrollably.
Wheres da Drop meeen? :S :(
This track so doesn't need one. One of their very best, full of tension.
@@MuggendeVlieg Yep. Love this type of BSE track - full of hidden threat and menace. This also mixes into Noisia & BSE - Infusion absolutely seamlessly (ruclips.net/video/B4TNdnOYPRA/видео.htmlsi=KzLAh7leBUFUBRNp)
2023!
Amazing! I love this boomtrack!
They can't have my brand! I have special eyes.
What does the name of the song means?
the sample is taken from one of The Exorcist films and is a poem from, 1609 by John Donne, one of his "Holy Sonnets". This was Holy Sonnet X also called Death Be Not Proud. This is the full version:
"Holy Sonnet X"
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
🕒🌝🌓☂
Amazing tune