Deathbringer or Death bringer may refer to:
Deathbringer is a Belarusian progressive technical death metal band formed in 2002 by guitarist Artyom Serdyuk.
The idea to form a progressive death metal band was born in January 2001 and belongs to the guitarist Artyom Serdyuk. The basic line-up was formed in May 2002. During all this period of time Artyom Serdyuk has been working under material for the future band and participating in different side-projects. In the end of 2001 he met the drummer Vitaly Zmey Silyuk. For some time together they have been playing covers of such bands as: Sepultura, Slayer, Machine Head, etc., and also form a thrash-death metal band Scrutator Animarum with Vasily Martyushenko as a bassist/vocalist.
In spring 2002 Artyom Serdyuk met the bassist Valery Poznyak and vocalist Mitry Molochnikoff. The idea finally took its shape, but the band couldn't find the 2nd guitarist.
The decision of the band to play several covers of Death coincided with the idea of Belarusian label Hangar 18 to issue a Tribute to Chuck Schuldiner. In the end of June 2002 Deathbringer entered the studio and during five days recorded three covers: Without Judgement, Crystal Mountain and Voice of the Soul. But after several months it turned out that this tribute wouldn't see the light at all.
Das menschliche Gefühl, das im Grunde genommen
oberflächlich und dem aufsteigenden Staub ähnlich ist,
duldet keine Anhänglichkeit; wenn es sich an etwas
fesselt,
dann fängt es sehr schnell an, seine Fesseln rasend zu
ziehen und sich die Wand und die Ketten in Stücke zu
reißen.
[F.Kafka]
I’m just another insignificant human being
In this empty world of hate and injustice
World where the truth and the freedom are unseen
Where people don’t really know what trust is
I am what I am
Another rotting wound
Ulcer
In this sick society
Lies, Pain, Sufferings, Gain
I Bleed, Suffocate; They Crush, Eradicate
[Solo: Artyom]
Nothing is left for me
Just to confound
The web of lies
Which suppresses individuals.
I am what I am
Another carnal disease
Cancer
Of this sick society.
Why do I have to kneel
To whom I may appeal
Life’s so poignant and pale
Blemish existence they try to veil.