I did a (very quick) translation for a friend. Here is it for whoever need it: It's 4pm, the sun is falling it's time For the ruby-amber-colored Picon Jeanlain [NB: a kind of beer] I'm going wild, brain bent I turn on my stereo system, loud BM, awake all night Awake all nights In La Chaise-Dyable In La Chaise-Dyable The air of the summits is a dope more hardcore than the stronger psychotropic drug In La Chaise-Dyable The wind of the forests coldy makes its way into the neighbourhoods And howl like a devil, bounce againt the abbey -impenetrable fortress- Where rebellious and wild monks dress like crows Their face looking like they are from the Middle-Ages Down my road is the Senouire Valley. Old folks ask me why I moved here. I tell them I like the landscape. They reply: "Do you like ghosts?" Later at 11pm I hear the sound of a tractor, I look by the window: it's the old man ploughing like a boor Into the vale of nothingness And I realise how much this lone man, all those loners, must buckle under the weight of all those sinister evenings I remember that just behind my place, the empty farm belonged to a couple who killed themselves and that the other neighbour over there bought the farm of a guy who hang himself too. And I get depressed Thinking about all those villages whose cimeteries are bigger than the villages, and whose war memorial display more names than there are inhabitants I think about my life this dark novel written by a sadist Where it's as clear as in a gloryhole Then I pour sweat, get a lumbago I sweat aureolas Of tears of alcohol I remember the hatred When I was crazy, when I was alive And the nights of La Chaise-Dieu When I had more pleasure drinking Than fucking I wanted to be a survivalist, me But since sorrow is my queen I would have ended up deadvalist A jaded asshole In a wooded shithole When I arrived here there was a Christ in the attic On my guitar I put it Upside down I'm going crazy or what, will you believe it? But in good mocking French Here's that the statue starts Screaming loudly at me: "Come on, you've not killed anyone Wait for your end This life was your punishment And nicely You served your sentence Come one, you've not killed anyone May your liver give in This life taunted you like a hyena But calmly You swallowed your hatred" And calmly, I swallowed my hatred And calmly, I swallowed my hatred
Enorme chanson . Une de mes préférés de peste Noire .Moi même atteint de sclérose en plaque elle me donne dans mes moments sombres une putin de force. 🤘🏼 .
Enfin!!! 100000 X meilleur que le précédent...merci de te remettre enfin a la musique Famine...même si ca ne remplacera jamais la Sanie des siècles, mais bon tout évolue..
Non c'est normal j'ai mis 3 semaines et demi a recevoir la dernière commande. Famine gère tout tout seul du coup c'est long. J'ai commandé le mien enfin! J'ai hate!
Ah et ben tu me rassure , j'ai envoyé un mail tout parano ya une demi heure, je me sens vier maintenant lol Sinon tu peux avoir la version digital de l'album sur bandcamp, mais j'imagine que tu tiens à avoir l'objet...
Ahah pas grave je pense pas qu'il lise ses mails! Oui j'ai vu mais effectivement je préfère avoir le CD J'ai une installation "haute fidélité" et donc lecteur CD autant l'écouter au mieux!
Quelqu'on connaitrais la marche à suivre pour ce procurer le vinyl? J'ai trouvé aucun site et je me suis fais regardé de travers et remballer dans tout les discaires ou je suis allé.
Mary Heli Je dirais qu'ils font ce qu'ils aiment, et ils le font vraiment très très très bien, ça envoie ! Mais, pour moi ce n'est plus du Black Metal, enfin est-ce si important, BM ou pas ?!
My English is not so good. I tried to add some fixes but with abbreviations, Google traduction is not top, I admit : "It is 16pm, the sun falls it's time For Picon Jenlain ruddy-amber. I'm going on rodeo, brain cambered I turn on my stereo, BM thoroughly all night I wake ... Every night I wake At the "Chaise Dyable". At the "Chaise Dyable" The mountain's air is a dope hardcore as the strongest of psychotropic drugs. At the "Chaise Dyable" The breath of forests coolly comes to shove in the suburbs And roars like a devil, bounces against the abbey - impenetrable fortress - Where wild and rebellious monks clothe like crows And have all trognes right out of the Middle Ages. Down home there is the valley of the "Senouire". The old men ask me why I moved here. I tell them that I love landscapes. They tell me: Do you like ghosts? 23 hours later I hear the sound of a tractor, I take a look out the window: it is the old who plows like a trooper In the non-being of the valleys And I realize just how lonely these solitary, shall bend under the weight of all these sinister night. I remember just behind my house, empty farm is that of two committed suicide and the other neighbor above there, bought the farm as a hanged. And I start feeling bad Thinking of all these villages whose cemetery is bigger than the village, and whose memorial has more names than people. I think of my life thriller written by a sado Where I Can See Clearly as in a glory hole Then I hot sweats, lumbago I sweat halos Alcohol tears. I remember hatred When I was crazy when I lived in And then casa dei nights When I took more pleasure to drink Than to fuck. I wanted to be survivalist me But as the sentence is my queen I finish "mouriraliste" A jaded ass hole In a wooded hole ... When I'm arrived there was a civil Christ in the attic On my guitar I screwed up Returned. I'm going crazy or what, will you believe? But in a good French sly Now this statue Yells at me loudly: "Come on, you did not kill anyone Wait till your end rings This life was your punishment And gently You've served your sentence. Come on, you did not kill anyone That your liver abandon you This life mocked thee like a hyena But quietly Did you eat your hate. » And calmly, I ate my hate. And quietly, I ATE MY HATE. "
I did a (very quick) translation for a friend. Here is it for whoever need it:
It's 4pm, the sun is falling it's time
For the ruby-amber-colored Picon Jeanlain [NB: a kind of beer]
I'm going wild, brain bent
I turn on my stereo system, loud BM, awake all night
Awake all nights
In La Chaise-Dyable
In La Chaise-Dyable
The air of the summits is a dope more hardcore than the stronger psychotropic drug
In La Chaise-Dyable
The wind of the forests coldy makes its way into the neighbourhoods
And howl like a devil, bounce againt the abbey -impenetrable fortress-
Where rebellious and wild monks dress like crows
Their face looking like they are from the Middle-Ages
Down my road is the Senouire Valley. Old folks ask me why I moved here. I tell them I like the landscape. They reply: "Do you like ghosts?"
Later at 11pm I hear the sound of a tractor, I look by the window: it's the old man ploughing like a boor
Into the vale of nothingness
And I realise how much this lone man, all those loners, must buckle under the weight of all those sinister evenings
I remember that just behind my place, the empty farm belonged to a couple who killed themselves and that the other neighbour over there bought the farm of a guy who hang himself too. And I get depressed
Thinking about all those villages whose cimeteries are bigger than the villages, and whose war memorial display more names than there are inhabitants
I think about my life this dark novel written by a sadist
Where it's as clear as in a gloryhole
Then I pour sweat, get a lumbago
I sweat aureolas
Of tears of alcohol
I remember the hatred
When I was crazy, when I was alive
And the nights of La Chaise-Dieu
When I had more pleasure drinking
Than fucking
I wanted to be a survivalist, me
But since sorrow is my queen
I would have ended up deadvalist
A jaded asshole
In a wooded shithole
When I arrived here there was a Christ in the attic
On my guitar I put it
Upside down
I'm going crazy or what, will you believe it?
But in good mocking French
Here's that the statue starts
Screaming loudly at me:
"Come on, you've not killed anyone
Wait for your end
This life was your punishment
And nicely
You served your sentence
Come one, you've not killed anyone
May your liver give in
This life taunted you like a hyena
But calmly
You swallowed your hatred"
And calmly, I swallowed my hatred
And calmly, I swallowed my hatred
their absolutly best out of many genius songs!
Enorme chanson . Une de mes préférés de peste Noire .Moi même atteint de sclérose en plaque elle me donne dans mes moments sombres une putin de force. 🤘🏼 .
One of the best, simplement.
Enfin!!! 100000 X meilleur que le précédent...merci de te remettre enfin a la musique Famine...même si ca ne remplacera jamais la Sanie des siècles, mais bon tout évolue..
Chaque jour à 16h,si je l'peux,j'écoute cette œuvre ..
Vraiment puissant, bravo KPN !
Ça suinte la mélancolie on s'y croirai presque .
sublime !
Les paroles de Famine, wow.
i know I am kinda randomly asking but does anybody know a good website to stream new tv shows online?
@@jasonjonah6760 are you from the police ?
Encore une oeuvre d'art. .. Je galère à l'acheter cet album toujours en Sold out...
***** J'ai commandé le vinyl dans ma nuit y'a une semaine, pas de news et le facteur n'à toujours pas frapper à ma porte, je sens l'entubage....
Non c'est normal j'ai mis 3 semaines et demi a recevoir la dernière commande. Famine gère tout tout seul du coup c'est long. J'ai commandé le mien enfin! J'ai hate!
Ah et ben tu me rassure , j'ai envoyé un mail tout parano ya une demi heure, je me sens vier maintenant lol Sinon tu peux avoir la version digital de l'album sur bandcamp, mais j'imagine que tu tiens à avoir l'objet...
Ahah pas grave je pense pas qu'il lise ses mails!
Oui j'ai vu mais effectivement je préfère avoir le CD J'ai une installation "haute fidélité" et donc lecteur CD autant l'écouter au mieux!
total support!!!!!!!!!!!!!
on touche au sublime
Fucking amazing! Can't wait till the next LP.
V I V A K . P . N . ! ! !
Quelqu'on connaitrais la marche à suivre pour ce procurer le vinyl? J'ai trouvé aucun site et je me suis fais regardé de travers et remballer dans tout les discaires ou je suis allé.
+jonas rodriguez www.la6mesnie6herlequin6.bigcartel.com/product/peste-noire-a-la-chaise-dyable-cd-digipack
Un mot: Parfait.
olalah, c'est boulversifiant !
Impose Ton Reich Je commençais à tomber amoureux moi...
Personne ne fait jamais le rapprochement entre Peste Noire et le meilleur Ange ? Dans ce morceau, c'est frappant.
On dirait un duo entre Jeann Moreau et son petit fils, j"aime bien ouai
Mode dépressif ON...................Juste bien dark...................
classe
Il est possible de trouver cette musique incroyable sur Spotify ?
Remortellisant.
0:59-1:17
great!
This guitar.. definitely not from our universe...
Emo ? La grosse blague. x)
Peste Noire est sûrement l'un des meilleurs groupes de black metal français.
...Nan mais "emo"...
Nan mais alo
Mary Heli Laisse tomber quand tu fait un truc un peu melancolique tout de suite "lel emo"
Mary Heli C'est du goth-ambient-emo-doom-metal.
Mary Heli Je dirais qu'ils font ce qu'ils aiment, et ils le font vraiment très très très bien, ça envoie ! Mais, pour moi
ce n'est plus du Black Metal, enfin est-ce si important, BM ou pas ?!
Bah moi je dit BM avant garde
en gros BM à leur façon !
please someone translate the lyrics..google translate is worse than a drunken horse
My English is not so good. I tried to add some fixes but with abbreviations, Google traduction is not top, I admit :
"It is 16pm, the sun falls it's time
For Picon Jenlain ruddy-amber.
I'm going on rodeo, brain cambered
I turn on my stereo, BM thoroughly all night I wake ...
Every night I wake
At the "Chaise Dyable".
At the "Chaise Dyable"
The mountain's air is a dope hardcore as the strongest of psychotropic drugs.
At the "Chaise Dyable"
The breath of forests coolly comes to shove in the suburbs
And roars like a devil, bounces against the abbey - impenetrable fortress -
Where wild and rebellious monks clothe like crows
And have all trognes right out of the Middle Ages.
Down home there is the valley of the "Senouire". The old men ask me why I moved here. I tell them that I love landscapes. They tell me: Do you like ghosts?
23 hours later I hear the sound of a tractor, I take a look out the window: it is the old who plows like a trooper
In the non-being of the valleys
And I realize just how lonely these solitary, shall bend under the weight of all these sinister night.
I remember just behind my house, empty farm is that of two committed suicide and the other neighbor above there, bought the farm as a hanged. And I start feeling bad
Thinking of all these villages whose cemetery is bigger than the village, and whose memorial has more names than people.
I think of my life thriller written by a sado
Where I Can See Clearly as in a glory hole
Then I hot sweats, lumbago
I sweat halos
Alcohol tears.
I remember hatred
When I was crazy when I lived in
And then casa dei nights
When I took more pleasure to drink
Than to fuck.
I wanted to be survivalist me
But as the sentence is my queen
I finish "mouriraliste"
A jaded ass hole
In a wooded hole ...
When I'm arrived there was a civil Christ in the attic
On my guitar I screwed up
Returned.
I'm going crazy or what, will you believe?
But in a good French sly
Now this statue
Yells at me loudly:
"Come on, you did not kill anyone
Wait till your end rings
This life was your punishment
And gently
You've served your sentence.
Come on, you did not kill anyone
That your liver abandon you
This life mocked thee like a hyena
But quietly
Did you eat your hate. »
And calmly, I ate my hate.
And quietly, I ATE MY HATE. "
+Venetken Jarej I'll do it in the week
What is this song about?
Spleen
The loneliness and boredom of the deep countryside
not from this world...
Où veux-tu en venir Famine?
Faut être malade dans sa tête pour kiffer ce genre de musique.
idiot , faut etre idiot pour pas en comprendre le sens
Quitte l'alcool camarade!
Maintenant c'est clair, Famine écoute Fauve...
ska bm
This doesn't sound like black metal at all. I wouldn't say it's wrong to classify this as emo. Pretty cool song
Fragilecore
tellement, je m'enjaille comme un gros porc