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Children Of Bodom - Hatebreeder (9/10) - Finland - 1999

Genre: Death Metal
Label: Nuclear Blast Records
Playing time: 38:10
Band homepage: Children Of Bodom

Tracklist:

  1. Warheart
  2. Silent Night, Bodom Night
  3. Hatebreeder
  4. Bed Of Razors
  5. Cowards Dead End
  6. Black Widow
  7. Wrath Within
  8. Children Of Bodom
  9. Downfall
Children Of Bodom - Hatebreeder
Making my way through the blizzard, struggling with all my might against the brutal cold of the winter, I thought of warmer days, of moments when the heat of the sun was so great that I had to shield myself from it in the nearby shade produced by a tree. As the freezing wind slapped my body with its infinite fingers of ice, I desperately clung to life with the almost-futile hope of reaching my destination. The snow was lashing at my face and the millions of tiny razor-sharp snowflakes ripped and scorched my skin, causing blinding pain in the already unendurable cold. My limbs getting numb from the subzero temperature, I blinked my eyes repeatedly to break the thin layer of frost that now covered them. Still limping forward (or was I going in circles?), I thought my existence couldn't end like this. I gathered all remaining strength and pressed the "PLAY" button on my portable CD-player. Noises invaded my swollen ears and penetrated my swimming mind. Before I knew it, no longer did I hear the cars passing by, no longer did I feel the skin over my hands shrinking due to the bad weather, no longer did I see the whirling void that surrounded me. The only thing that mattered now was the soothing energy that ran down from my head, in my twisted spine, through my shivering arms and shaking legs.

Involuntarily, I stopped. I let myself be drowned in the powerful music streaming through my headphones. There I was, staring at the perfectly white sky, arms outstretched, waiting for my time to come. But then I felt strange. My strength was recovering and slowly I regained more and more will to keep on going and not let myself perish this pitiful way. As the melodies kept rushing to my brain in waves and waves of choruses, verses and solos, I suddenly knew I could do it, there was no more doubt. I started running as fast as I could, powered by song after song of pure genius Metal. I crossed streets, jumped fences and outraced cars. At the corner of an unnamed boulevard, I didn't see the speeding truck as it hit me full-force and as every bone in my body snapped and pulverized under the impact, crushing me with deadly velocity.

There I was, in my bed, my body was covered with sweat. My heart still racing, I reached for my watch. 3:30 AM. Everybody's asleep. I dreamed it all. The storm, the anguish, the fear of not making it, the music. I touched my face, my forehead was cold, ice-cold. Still troubled it came to me: "Hatebreeder" is a great album.

Mathieu Bibeau



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