Ebne Graun


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Ebne Graun 46:22
Ebne Graun (The 'orror Pla'n) Die Luft hier atmet Nüchternheit Weder Schutz gibt’s, noch Geleit Als ergraute Gedanken an welke Enden Lichterleichen liegen ausgebreitet wie an Stränden (The air breathes sobriety here Neither shelter there Nor escort Than greyed thoughts of ends wilted Outstretched like on beaches, illuminated Corpses resting) Nimmermüde Vorstellung des Verfalls Kollektivkoma des Körperwalls Todeshormon und Beklemmung freigesetzt Werden Scheinknochen an des Nachbarn selbige gewetzt (Untiring perception of decay Collective coma of dead bodies’ wall Trepidation released and death hormone On the neighbour’s ones apparent bones Are rubbing) Gequältes Stöhnen, banges Ziehen Auf dem Plateau der Pein gibt’s kein Entfliehen Es reichte doch schmuckloses Nein Dem Entschlafen tumber Mass’ entgegen für das weit’re Sein (Tortured moans, anxious ache From the plateau of grief, there’s no escape An unadorned “no” would be enough To the dull masses’ departure, in favour Of an existence further) Dahinschlummern der Selbste auf Liegen wie aus Glas Das ihr eigen Licht einfängt, des Schädelschicksals Aas Götter eines Gotts im Schlaf gestorben In klammer Düsterheit den Geist verdorben (Slumber of the selves on daybeds out of glass That catches their own light, skull fate’s rotting carcasses Gods of a god in deepest sleep have died In damp gloominess spoiling spirit’s might) Leichnamteppich, Ebene ohne Zuversicht Gedanken, Wirklichkeiten ham wegweisendes Gewicht Beet der Wesenheit mit Furcht gedüngt Transzendenter Suizid, jenseitig anti-verjüngt (Corpse carpet, a plain without confidence Thoughts, realities have pathbreakin’ importance Patch of beings fertilised with dread Transcendental suicide, anti-rejuvenated In the beyond) Ält’re Wächter wollen helfen, Lichter vorm Erlischen retten Verzweifelt rütteln sie an verschlung’nen Astralketten Rufen Worte in Tauber Geisterohren Die da leben wollten, doch den Tod als Tat erkoren (Older wardens want to help, rescue lights from dying out Desperately shaking engulfed astral chains, shouting Words into ghost ears of the deaf ones Who wanted to live so, yet chose Death as deed) Selten finden sie Gehör, ein Lichtkörper regt sich verstört Vom Grunde seines Seelengrabs, hinauf, ob der Störungen empört Doch lauschend ob der Möglichkeiten, die der Wille birgt Einzig wenn man unwohl denkt, man unrettbar stirbt (To be heard rarely, a body of light stirs in a distressed Way, from the bottom of its soul grave, looking out, disgusted Due to disturbance, yet harkening in virtue of the possible That will hides, only if you think unwell, You’ll die beyond reclaim) So werden wenige geweckt, erhoben Auf der matten Kameraden Totenbett zu sehen von droben Ihr einst'ges Schicksal beschließen sie mit einer Seelenträne Ein Tropfen auf den Stein als Licht, des Todes grau Domäne (So, only few got aroused, raised To watch from above on faint comrade’s deathbeds Concluding their erstwhile fate with a tear of their soul A single drop of light on stone, Death’s grey domain)


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Active since the early 2000’s, TODESSTOSS is the creature of Martin Lang, a German musician, poet and painter that has left a lasting mark on the metal underground with his eclectic style. Lang’s music is a reflection of his composite visual art and inventive poetry, a surrealistic and theatrical mise-en-scène, as disturbing and darkly bizarre as it is daring and provocative.

TODESSTOSS’ previous work on I, Voidhanger Records, “Hirngemeer” (2015), was a mind-bloggling, vicious tangle of cacophonous black metal, spooky doom, dark electro-rock and weird psychedelia, propelled by a cold and primitive drum-pulse. No less stylistically lunatic, the new album “Ebne Graun” (a play on words translatable to “The ‘orror Pla’n”) is probably even more hallucinatory and mysterious, certainly more epic and frightening in concept and scope. It features one single 46-minute long track, a majestic and dreary funeral dirge slowly carrying the listener through the barren lands beyond Existence.
With the help of Flesh Of L. (vocals) and Euer Gnaden (bass), for “Ebne Graun” Martin Lang has carved his most dreadful visions of keen insights and horror, where gigantic waves of black metal guitars first dilate reaching breathtaking emotional peaks, then deflate and crawl over the doomy pace of the rhythm section.

On the creepy cover photograph – that Lang shot by mere chance during Totensonntag, a German religious holiday celebrating the dead – a Grim Entity is clothed in an astral dress, its claws tightly holding a snake sceptre that slowly tries to feast on the last rays of life from a departed human being…
Is that our ultimate destiny? A larval existence in a grey domain of infinite nothing? TODESSTOSS explored such a terrifying dimension, and “Ebne Graun” is their testimony.


released February 3, 2017

Martin Lang - Guitars, synth, percussion, lyric, concept, artwork
Flesh of L. - Vocals and vocal lines
Euer Gnaden - Bass and bass composition


Cat. Nr. IVR069


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