Trist - Pustota

Band: Trist

Album: Pustota (Demo)

Genre: DSBM

Country: Czechia

Year: 2005

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Greetings. It is I again. This time I'm going to try to listen to the early demos of Trist (2004-2005) and describe them. Trist is an excellent and very original Czech band of DSBM. I decided to pick "Pustota", the second demo, because 1. it was the only album with a review on Encyclopaedia Metallicum and 2. it was the only download available for the demos at the moment. So far, listening to the first track, what was written by "Perplexed_Sjel" is wholly correct: I can already hear the most up-beat elements, but more strikingly, a highly dynamic and almost free sound, free of the down-bringing molasses of depression. It is a flying sound, entrenched in perhaps what should be the conclusion of DSBM, or the anthem for someone depressed but who hasn't allowed themselves to be dragged down into abysmal nothingness. In the same quality of All the Cold, it has that "triumphant" or "active" feeling. I say no more than this. 

For the longest time no one has bothered to look up Trist's lyrics, since Czech is rarely a language translated into English. "Pustota" means Deadness, otherwise translated as "limbo" or "desolation" or something similar on GoogleTranslate. Track 1, "Čas...", means Time... Track 2, "Na křídlech", means On Wings. 

Lyrics for Čas..

Já již přestával věřit - o hrob Mrtvé dávno nestarám se a srdce zkamenělo.

S prvním sněhem náhle vrátily se hlasy mých drahých,
vesmírní andělé mě žalem spoutali, abych prý nezapomněl.
Vločkami posílají zprávy o přísaze, ty se však rozplývají o štěrk a bahno.
Vím, jednou se nahromadí...

V mlžných večerních zahradách začal jsem vykopávát jámy
sobě i všem mým stínům, při veškeré nenávisti.
Nechci více světla a stěny se pomalu přiblížují.

Čekám, až si pro mě přijdou... 

In English

I have stopped believing - in the grave of the dead long ago that I do not care about and my heart has turned to stone.  

With the first snow suddenly returned my precious voices,
Cosmic angels tied me with grief, so I said forget it.
Snowflakes send messages of oath, but they rave about gravel and mud.
I know one has accumulated ...

In the foggy evening gardens I started digging pits 

For myself and all my shadows, with all the hatred.
I wish not more light, and the walls are slowly approaching.

Waiting until you come for me ...

Lyrics for Na křídlech

Spánkem na křídlech shlížím k světu.
Ó jak je nízký...
Život bolí.
Za krev pro osvobození, vzývám,
znásilněte tělo i duši, jsem váš...
Chci vybarvit svoji temnotu,
pomozte, nemám tolik síly.
Za krev pro osvobození, vzývám,
znásilněte tělo i duši, jsem váš... 

In English

Sleeping on wings looking down at the world.

Oh, how low...

Living hurts.

Towards blood for liberation, calling,

Rape body and soul, I am yours...

I want to paint my darkness,

Help, I have not much power.

Towards blood for liberation, calling,

Rape body and soul, I am yours...

  

This album is different than any other Trist album, and the two tracks are diverse from their central sound. This is only the beginning.......