abbadona
Electronica, Industrial, Gothic
From: Berlin, Germany
About Artist
Kai Devin, founder of the project "Abbadona" in Sep 2004, always prefered to work alone on his soloproject. Not because that he did not wanted to have a band around. It was more the point, that something had to grow. Something was leading him to do what he did till these days. So he worked on "Abbadona" and created his first works by using a usual Home-PC and some music software.
As his live was influenced by professional training in a highindustry job, a couple of years drill seargent in the german Bundeswehr, followed by 2 years education study and a couple more jobs, he always had the view from mankind as a slave to a system. Men has to fullfill a function in a huge clock work called society. And even the actual timeframe of informatik society is even more proving this point of view.
All these things and his personal believe in spirits combined with a kind of ancient religion showed him the way between beeing a feeling human and a revolting hater of mankind in its slavery. The best form to interpretate this fighting poets way of live he found in writing deep lyrics and composing industrial music.
So this is the information about the mysterie behind the name "Abbadona" I choosed for my project:
Abbadona was created by Friedrich Klopstock and appeared in his poem Der Messiah (1773). Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock (1724-1803) was a German poet; a deeply religious patriot, he sought to restore the "ancient German spirit" through his work. He was influential on Goethe and on the German Sturm und Drang movement, and his Odes influenced German song composition for decades afterwards, but he is chiefly remembered now for one work: his epic Der Messiah, which deserves the term "Miltonian." Der Messiah is 20 cantos of hexameters; a hexameter is a poetic line of six metrical feet, one well known example being the following description from the King James Bible:
How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer son of the Morning.
Why do the heathen rage and the people imagine a vain thing?
God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
A canto, of course, is a section of a major poem. Der Messiah is, as might be expected, lengthy, taking up fifteen books and written from 1748 to 1773; the poem deals with the life of Christ at no small length.
Abbadona is one of the more intriguing figures of the poem. He is an angel who is drawn, seemingly unwillingly, into Lucifer's rebellion. Once the revolt has failed, and Satan and all of his followers have been cast into Hell, Abbadona does not gnash his teeth and curse the Divine Name, as the other fallen angels do, but instead sits apart "in gloomy solitude" and bewails his fall:
...now mournfully he sits
Engross'd in thought, and muses o'er the scene
Of youth and innocence, the morning fair
Of his creation, when to life and light
Abdiel and he, at God's first call, had sprung
Together forth. In ecstasy exclaim'd
Each to the other, "Who are we? Oh say
"How long has thou been here?" In dazzling beams
Then shone the distant glory of the Lord
With rays of blessing on them; round they look'd
And saw innumerable multitudes
Of bright immortals near; and soon aloft,
Uprais'd by silvery clouds, were they convey'd
To the Almighty Presence. They beheld
And worshipp'd their Creator. Memory now
Thus tortured Abbadona. Bitter tears
Roll'd down his cheek...
...with horror Satan's purpose had he heard,
And now essay'd to speak; but struggling sighs
Thrice chok'd his utt'rance.
He eventually manages to speak and upbraids Lucifer for his blasphemy and pride. Discovering that Lucifer is planning to do Jesus a rotten one, he tries to go to Heaven to warn God, but he has trouble getting by the angels set to guard over Lucifer and his posse:
...with ling'ring step
He reached the dismal gates where watchful sat
The two bright angels. Oh, how he felt then,
When Abdiel, the invincible, he saw!
Abash'd he bent his visage. To go back
Was his first impulse; then t'advance; then far
Across th'irremeable void to speed
His mournful, lonely, flight. Trembling he stood
In melancholy silence, till at once,
Must'ring fresh courage, he advanc'd. His heart
Throbb'd in loud beat, tears such as angels weep
Roll'd silent down his cheek; deeply he sigh'd
While anguish such as mortal heart ne'er feels,
Shook his perturbed frame as slow he passed.
Abdiel, you see, was Abbadona's "special and chosen friend" (of Dorothy?) in the prelapsarian days, but after the Fall and throughout the poem the other angels do not acknowledge Abbadona and Abdiel looks on him "in tones/Soften'd by sadness, yet austere and grave."
Later, during the crucifixion, Abbadona lingers around the cross, feeling a constant woe that he has fallen--"then immortality/Became a curse; one life one endless death!"--and filled with fear, repentance, and even hope, he addresses Jesus:
'Tis true Hell hates thee; but, lo, one remains
One lonely one, who hates his Maker not!
One, who unseen has long pour'd forth in vain,
Alas, too long, woe's burning, bitt'rest tears!
Satiate of being, weary to behold
A sad eternity!
At the end of the poem, with Jesus ascending to Heaven, Abbadona begs for destruction, being tired of his life, and angels of death circle around him, flaming swords pointed at him, but to the reader's relief:
At last, an echo, as of Jubilee
A voice, as from the Father to the Son,
Descended from the throne. 'Come!' it pronounc'd
'Come, Abbadona, to thy pardoning God!"
And so Abbadona is reunited with Abdiel, rushing into his arms and then throwing himself in front of God and praying for forgiveness.
THE ANGEL IS SPEAKING
Aeons of time went by as there was darkness all around. Chaos had spread its wings to embrace the spirit of the gods. Divided into two forces of equality. Creation and destruction. And there was mankind who gave them names as there was Jehova and Abaddon. Good and Evil, God and Satan. As mankind was not able to understand how all this world could be existent, they described the law, that there must have been gods who created all. And still in these days mankind is fighting wars convincing earths people of word and religion, of god and satan, heaven and hell, good and evil. But the word has grown old, and it needs the forces of destruction to rip off the funeral dress of ancient thoughts. The appocalyptic angel of destruction is spreading its wings and opens the gates of the abyss calling the army of locusts to feed the longing of mankind to be enlightened by wisdome of the elder forces of being itself. Human, you have to understand, that you are a slave to the machines of societies. Your suffering is caused by emptieness of your spiritual bodies.
As his live was influenced by professional training in a highindustry job, a couple of years drill seargent in the german Bundeswehr, followed by 2 years education study and a couple more jobs, he always had the view from mankind as a slave to a system. Men has to fullfill a function in a huge clock work called society. And even the actual timeframe of informatik society is even more proving this point of view.
All these things and his personal believe in spirits combined with a kind of ancient religion showed him the way between beeing a feeling human and a revolting hater of mankind in its slavery. The best form to interpretate this fighting poets way of live he found in writing deep lyrics and composing industrial music.
So this is the information about the mysterie behind the name "Abbadona" I choosed for my project:
Abbadona was created by Friedrich Klopstock and appeared in his poem Der Messiah (1773). Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock (1724-1803) was a German poet; a deeply religious patriot, he sought to restore the "ancient German spirit" through his work. He was influential on Goethe and on the German Sturm und Drang movement, and his Odes influenced German song composition for decades afterwards, but he is chiefly remembered now for one work: his epic Der Messiah, which deserves the term "Miltonian." Der Messiah is 20 cantos of hexameters; a hexameter is a poetic line of six metrical feet, one well known example being the following description from the King James Bible:
How art thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer son of the Morning.
Why do the heathen rage and the people imagine a vain thing?
God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
A canto, of course, is a section of a major poem. Der Messiah is, as might be expected, lengthy, taking up fifteen books and written from 1748 to 1773; the poem deals with the life of Christ at no small length.
Abbadona is one of the more intriguing figures of the poem. He is an angel who is drawn, seemingly unwillingly, into Lucifer's rebellion. Once the revolt has failed, and Satan and all of his followers have been cast into Hell, Abbadona does not gnash his teeth and curse the Divine Name, as the other fallen angels do, but instead sits apart "in gloomy solitude" and bewails his fall:
...now mournfully he sits
Engross'd in thought, and muses o'er the scene
Of youth and innocence, the morning fair
Of his creation, when to life and light
Abdiel and he, at God's first call, had sprung
Together forth. In ecstasy exclaim'd
Each to the other, "Who are we? Oh say
"How long has thou been here?" In dazzling beams
Then shone the distant glory of the Lord
With rays of blessing on them; round they look'd
And saw innumerable multitudes
Of bright immortals near; and soon aloft,
Uprais'd by silvery clouds, were they convey'd
To the Almighty Presence. They beheld
And worshipp'd their Creator. Memory now
Thus tortured Abbadona. Bitter tears
Roll'd down his cheek...
...with horror Satan's purpose had he heard,
And now essay'd to speak; but struggling sighs
Thrice chok'd his utt'rance.
He eventually manages to speak and upbraids Lucifer for his blasphemy and pride. Discovering that Lucifer is planning to do Jesus a rotten one, he tries to go to Heaven to warn God, but he has trouble getting by the angels set to guard over Lucifer and his posse:
...with ling'ring step
He reached the dismal gates where watchful sat
The two bright angels. Oh, how he felt then,
When Abdiel, the invincible, he saw!
Abash'd he bent his visage. To go back
Was his first impulse; then t'advance; then far
Across th'irremeable void to speed
His mournful, lonely, flight. Trembling he stood
In melancholy silence, till at once,
Must'ring fresh courage, he advanc'd. His heart
Throbb'd in loud beat, tears such as angels weep
Roll'd silent down his cheek; deeply he sigh'd
While anguish such as mortal heart ne'er feels,
Shook his perturbed frame as slow he passed.
Abdiel, you see, was Abbadona's "special and chosen friend" (of Dorothy?) in the prelapsarian days, but after the Fall and throughout the poem the other angels do not acknowledge Abbadona and Abdiel looks on him "in tones/Soften'd by sadness, yet austere and grave."
Later, during the crucifixion, Abbadona lingers around the cross, feeling a constant woe that he has fallen--"then immortality/Became a curse; one life one endless death!"--and filled with fear, repentance, and even hope, he addresses Jesus:
'Tis true Hell hates thee; but, lo, one remains
One lonely one, who hates his Maker not!
One, who unseen has long pour'd forth in vain,
Alas, too long, woe's burning, bitt'rest tears!
Satiate of being, weary to behold
A sad eternity!
At the end of the poem, with Jesus ascending to Heaven, Abbadona begs for destruction, being tired of his life, and angels of death circle around him, flaming swords pointed at him, but to the reader's relief:
At last, an echo, as of Jubilee
A voice, as from the Father to the Son,
Descended from the throne. 'Come!' it pronounc'd
'Come, Abbadona, to thy pardoning God!"
And so Abbadona is reunited with Abdiel, rushing into his arms and then throwing himself in front of God and praying for forgiveness.
THE ANGEL IS SPEAKING
Aeons of time went by as there was darkness all around. Chaos had spread its wings to embrace the spirit of the gods. Divided into two forces of equality. Creation and destruction. And there was mankind who gave them names as there was Jehova and Abaddon. Good and Evil, God and Satan. As mankind was not able to understand how all this world could be existent, they described the law, that there must have been gods who created all. And still in these days mankind is fighting wars convincing earths people of word and religion, of god and satan, heaven and hell, good and evil. But the word has grown old, and it needs the forces of destruction to rip off the funeral dress of ancient thoughts. The appocalyptic angel of destruction is spreading its wings and opens the gates of the abyss calling the army of locusts to feed the longing of mankind to be enlightened by wisdome of the elder forces of being itself. Human, you have to understand, that you are a slave to the machines of societies. Your suffering is caused by emptieness of your spiritual bodies.
