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© Emir Toğrul | 2017

 


“Pas.to.rale” the 5th full length by Turkish act YAYLA is out now from Merdümgiriz Records.


5 years after the last album, one of the heaviest fusions of ambient and metal has returned. The band have departed from the monotonous YAYLA sound of the now cult trilogy. “Pas.to.rale” is very dynamic but more oppressive and hypnotic than before. Razorsharp guitars and velvet bass mixed with full range vocals and epic synths to create poems of nihilism. The lyrics are the continuation of the spiritual journey of the last BLIGHTED album in creating a more decrepit outlook on the absurd. While there are countless influences from different styles and techniques, the album is surprisingly tight and unified. The album takes many forms with lengthy instrumental tracks, from synth driven string ensemble ambiences to psychedelic guitar tracks to “traditional” black and death metal songs with very unconventional structures fused with synths. The YAYLA concept is at its pinnacle in “Pas.to.rale” with the name of the band and our whole concept of nature based metal music comes to an alchemical home as we delve back into our roots after all these years of adventures as VIRANESIR and BLIGHTED in an ironic existential absurdity. A tale of dungeon style atmosphere, relentless black metal, nostalgic overdose, musical hypnosis Pas.to.rale is here.


As with all his work on Merdumgiriz Records, Emir Toğrul's grand vision, each copy of Pas.to.rale CD, Tape, t-shirt and patch will be made by hand in the artisanal style. Emir paints the discs, cuts and inserts the prints for the jewel case and jacket, making all non-machined parts from scratch. All current and upcoming merch comes to fans direct from the hand of the creator himself.

 

 

 

 

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Yayla

(2017)

 

Altars In Temple Sewers

Everyday Is Death For Us

Pandora

Funeral

Steadfast Chaos

Endless Regrets

Mantras Of Separation

Rats

Pastorale

They Are Losing You From Me

 



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Lyrics

 

1) Altars In Temple Sewers

 

I believe this is hell, that I will suffer even after I die eternally.
I live it everyday, surrounded by sorrow bleeding in the eternal terror live in the erratic torture.

Believe in uncertainty; worship the only constant of this cosmic sea.

Again and again, failure will come in many shapes and forms, yet all will pierce the same holes. You will not even see fit to ask why and how you constantly need to fight to evade terror. They all worship this system in their temples, but you can only smell their excrement in altars in temple sewers.

I believe in hell, that I will suffer after I die eternally.
I live everyday, surrounded by sorrow bleeding in the eternal terror believing in the endlessness of erratic torture.

Some believe in hope, I have got none to give or take.
Some believe in beauty, even the best art is made by utter slime.

I will end myself when I feel that its time, let this be my oath, but I am faithless… I believe in hell.

The desert is nowhere to be found, when you're on mountains overlooking mountains. The disgust of beauty is what drove us to war, the industrial, the devil and the knowledge of the desert. The salted sea and all that lie in nightmares.

Because we all believe in hell, that we will suffer forever.

 

 

2) Everyday Is Death For Us

 

…And the realization that it will never improve;
That better is not in your hands but in your mind connected to a matrix of malicious minds is the immense realization that the body you're trapped in is what has been making everyday a torture.
Chained to existence…

As the false seeds grow,
And obscuring lights glow.
I see it is in the hand
That these puppets form.

The dark times have begun,
Grasped to the dagger I run
Derelict streets go high
In the echoing teeth grind.

The pissing rain fills my old towns borders
The prophets licking newborn ghosts.

Cancer mind
My ended kind
Once a gleam
Despair that binds

And the realization that it will never improve;
That better is not in your hands but in your mind connected to a matrix of malicious minds…
This feeling of being trapped in a futile prison is not a revelation but an acceptance of the only reality;
That this existence owns you and death might not be enough to set you free.
But you focus your life on it to see…

 

 

3) Pandora

 

 

4) Funeral

 

Castles were cruel inside, their beauty but a lie.
I've felt as rotten as I felt before I was gone.

Once I had a sister, she was always with me.
I've left her before my journey, thinking I would find more of what she gave me.
Then I returned to find her dead,
And wander off again, not learning from my mistake.
But I kept her corpse with me.

Rotting she stayed by my side, until I couldn't carry her.
At first I felt free, but then I understood the truth.
That I was one of the ones, who killed her.

She was with me to keep me alive,
And I killed her by refusing to live,

Now she is dead and I am dying without her.
Why should I keep going without hope?
I am nothing without her.

The lesson to be learnt is that life is using me for its own ends,
Throwing good people, things and moments my way to keep me alive.
The death of my sister should be a lesson,
Not to love anything and be fooled by life to go on.

 

 

5) Steadfast Chaos

 

No there is never an exit in the minds of conscious prisoners,
That death is an unknown and good things are illusions.
Steadfast injustice opens the minds of the hypnotized.
That is why we worship our rapists and rape every child we see. Evil will only lead to more evil. Until there is nothing left.

We do not open fire on the world for something,
We are as conscious as to say we want nothing.
We don't care about family, values, love, and riches,
We want to masturbate to the process of obliteration.
Children should suffer more than we ever did,
Differences should be amplified into hatred!
 
Those who fight for an end make us laugh;
We know that all energies combine into one thing.
You all bow down to something,
We have no allegiance to nothing.
We have no family and friends and we laugh at animals dying,
Masturbate to life forms suffering.

A life is a power using you for its own ends,
There is no escape…
Stop following the light,
It is only using you for its own ends…

 

 

6) Endless Regrets 

 

 

7) Mantras Of Separation

 

These words are spells,
That more we say the more chance of success;
Success is death without life.

The reason we sing about death is that we want to die,
The more we say mantras we think we will someday.

Life is torture for everyone trapped inside bodies that they did not choose,
Yet we obey and find peace only to struggle to defend and lose it again.
Fear of worse on one side, hope for better on the other,
They ride on the stagnant line.

These words will be your spell to end life,
Keep saying them to yourself to free yourself from the prison of lies.
Keep singing these songs,
Mantras of separation!
Separate your being from life…

Rejoice, as you fail again and again;
Your family dies suffering
Get raped lose limbs and possessions
Prosecuted, wrongfully treated
Tortured, again and again.
Rejoice in the suffering of lesser creatures
Of those on moral high grounds killing us while the world applauds.

 

 

8) Rats

 

 

9) Pastorale

 

By your own hand, you will be lured into situations that you will not be able to perform what is needed for you to not blame yourself.
Yes you will be lured again and blame yourself.

To save those clods you will sacrifice yourself,
And be viciously chewed by injustice incarnate,
And blame yourself.

After new failures you will not even ask,
Why you were lured or why you weren't able to put up a fight.
Fighting and being victorious is useless
Against these unnecessary obstacles.

Training yourself to be warrior who is victorious against these unjust and unnecessary enemies
Is the affirmation of this disgusting life.
So you just crawl back after defeat.

But you just can't stop the inner voice,
Shrieking “why were you lured again…” or why you weren't able to put up a fight?
Even you can't leave yourself alone
Against these unnecessary obstacles.

A soldier for a war you don't understand.

 

 

10) They Are Losing You From Me